L U P S C H A D A . C O M                                      an exercise in self-indulgence

If eyes are windows to the soul, then words are windows to the mind...

I like to spend most of my free-time with friends, but all play and no work makes Jack a dull girl.

Or something like that.

As our esteemed government has thoughtfully pointed out,"What a waste it is to lose one's mind." How true, indeed. And so, of course, I would require something to keep my mind on its toes.

Or something like that.

So get comfortable, pull up a monitor and maybe a caffeine-drink of your own specifications, and enjoy my poems and stories.

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Knife Song

I had a dream last night
and you were in it
you stuck a knife through my hand --
told me to "hold this a minute"

I bled from the palm and
we talked about issues
you said "I'm more likely to love
the kind of girl who does dishes"

so I took out the knife
and I washed it for you
after all that I've done,
it was the least I could do

it's the least I can do.

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