strawberries cherries & an angel's kiss in spring

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date: Jul. 30, 2002
time: 11:06 pm

i hate how you use things in your poems, & when i ask you what they mean..you don't know.

i hate that you wrote something about our asshole texan president and then asked me where in california he is from.

i walk across the grass to get to class, because i know you'll follow me and i know it makes you sneeze.

i hate how you say things like, "hot topic is the only place to buy punk clothes". you are an idiot.

i hate how you rant about capitalism and pollution, as you lean against the wall and smoke a cigarette.

i hate that you sleep in a bed next to mine. i hate that i am forced to be nice to you for the sake of not being uncomfortable.

peace.

-ah.lex

>>>>>a couple minutes later:

saul williams is a fucking god...

The new wine is dying on the vine
how much must you age before you're ageless?
align yourself with the divine
allow your inner sage to burn your rage less
'cause I find you're testaments of time
there is no space for time within your mind
if your looking for yourself, yourself you'll find
through the crystal of your spirit you'll inherit the divine
you are God, you best believe
it's everybody for themselves
you have the fire and the cross
don't save your soul it's sour loss
collective soul, collective well

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