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yeah, whatever


i could write a 
book or a
tele-
novela

bleed the worlds
out
across my 
coffee table

sticky
scribblings
tattoo
banana skins

will you call
me
or am i 
"it" again

you chase me
i chase you
you tease me
i kiss you

we fall down
you say 
you still
love her

then
i get up
yeah,
whatever

i could 
kick your ass
or rub
your back forever

you annoy
me
with all your 
guilty pleasures

i'd like to 
flick you
just like a
cigarette

but then
I'd sneak around
and light you
up again

you chase me
i chase you
you tease me
i kiss you

we fall down
you say 
you still 
love her

then
i give up
yeah,
whatever


Rene ~ 2013

For 1oo Word Song
This weeks song is "Are You Experienced?"
Jimi...
Love
Some days it can leave you feeling not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
And then other days not necessarily alone, but lonely
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  1. Far Beyond The RidgeNovember 27, 2012 at 9:07 PM

    hee hee
    Nothin snarky bout this one
    Nope. Pure sugar
    And what a great title
    *snicker*
    Honestly, Rene, i loved it!
    This is a language i get
    Perty sure i'll be grinnin all nite
    Frik i love attitude

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  2. Brian MillerNovember 27, 2012 at 9:47 PM

    you lick their ass....i got stuck right there...
    haha...writing on banana peels...
    smoke them up...
    i def like the chasing, smiles..
    and the surreal reality of the whole piece

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    1. UnknownNovember 27, 2012 at 10:12 PM

      kick their ass, Brian...not lick :)

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    2. FireblossomNovember 28, 2012 at 6:07 AM

      ROTFLMAO. Talk about misspeaking in tongues. *staggers away in hysterical merriment*

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  3. Far Beyond The RidgeNovember 27, 2012 at 10:49 PM

    OMG

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  4. MichaelNovember 27, 2012 at 11:34 PM

    Whoa. Not sure I entirely get this but very well written and good love the cadence here and honesty, Renee. Thank you.

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  5. AnonymousNovember 28, 2012 at 9:00 AM

    That was a fun read Rene - thanks!

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  6. BoNovember 28, 2012 at 4:35 PM

    This was really good! I enjoyed this post.

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  7. AnonymousNovember 28, 2012 at 7:55 PM

    I liked how you took a lot of experiences and make them into an interesting ride. This was really good because it was fun and deep.

    great 100, dude

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    1. UnknownNovember 29, 2012 at 4:51 PM

      Thanks man. I like it when I get the urge to write and it lines up with 100 WS.

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  8. UnknownNovember 30, 2012 at 7:51 AM

    I hate that type of uncertainty in a relationship. You did a great job putting that uncertainty and all that emotion into 100 words. Well done.

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 1, 2012 at 12:51 PM

    I so loved this - had to go back and read it a second time looking for the "lick" - hee hee. LOVE. THIS. "Yeah, whatever." Hilarious.

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  10. PurpleMooseDecember 3, 2012 at 2:59 AM

    I'd like to flick you like a cigarette

    and then lighting it again??? Yep - that is the type relationship so many find themselves in. Great take on the prompt.

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