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"Average" by Sean Embrey-StineI am not your average weed-smoking, long-haired, slacker-musician, part-time poet with no ambitions. I am on a mission to promote complete and tot- al individualization!I am a small fish in a big lake, but I find solace in my cliché palace, breaking down barriers one misdemeanor at a time. No, I am not just your average long-haired, teenage rebel, mailbox vandal, professional window-washer with no ambitions. I envision a day when the world wakes up and sees no reason to write anything but love songs- no expense reports, no chemistry essays, no letters of reprimand, no closing arguments or opening statements, no prescriptions, no dictionary definitions, no emo poetry- just Love.I see no reason to paint anything but bright boisterous color splotches, with perhaps a smiley face or two added later in blue ink. But I am not your average black coat-clad, heavy-hearted, hello kitty hating anarchist/abstract artist with idealistic inclinations. I am not your "average" anything! Although, by virtue of my having expressed my individualism thus, I will be automatically sorted into an "individualistic" demographic, which forces me to assert that I am not your average individual!I'm too young to remember a time when television programs stopped ever. Your dated references to an "Indian" that appeared on the screen late at night are lost on me and if you didn't understand that last line, I might have a drink with you. If you think this poem is weak because the lines aren't equal lengths and it doesn't rhyme every other line, that's fine. It rhymes when I want it to rhyme and at no other time because it is mine. I see no reason to write anything that doesn't flow straight from my heart, no truth in anything that isn't art, no reason to take part in anything that doesn't get mankind closer to some sort of major technological or evolutionary breakthrough. I am not your average big talker, short-distance walker, facebook stalker. It's time for us all to update our status.
Create your own Friend Quiz here I like the beach, but not to swim in. Mostly I like to climb on the rocks near the water. Or go for long walks across the sand. I like the mountains, but not to hike. I mostly like to just sit atop them. Or sometimes ski down them. I like the river valley. Rafting is fun, but I don't do it much. It's such a huge ordeal to rent the raft and get a bunch of people together. My friends are all pretty cool. I am often amazed at how much fun we are able to have without alcohol or drugs or anything. It really makes all you hardcore partiers seem rather pathetic. I mean, when was the last time you put got in a shopping cart and had your friend push you in a race down the aisle? Or stayed up at night playing indian poker in a hotel lobby, or stayed up till four in the morning singing songs at the park? Too good. My other friends are pretty cool, too. I often wonder what dudemonism will become when we are all in our thirties. I hope it won't die, I know it won't die. We'll never grow up, I'm sure we'll still get together and put cups in the road and wait till they're hit by police cars. I'm sure we'll still stay up till four in the morning playing nba live '24 (Chives, too good) I'm sure we'll still be making installments of the motion briqueture. (watch on youtube). Dudemons forever, goozemonz never!
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Between The Shelves

Between The Shelves..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />   MAN FOUND DEAD IN SEWER, AUTHORITIES BEWILDERED By Sean Embrey-Stine BEE STAFF WRITER John H. Elli...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 00:49:00 GMT

Conversation

Elrod is a man in his thirties, dressed in a white shirt and khaki pants. He is perfectly normal except he has a glass eye. He sits at a coffee table with Denny. Two women walk by the table...:namespa...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 17:10:00 GMT

The Beautiful Letdown

The Pedestrian by Sean Embrey-Stine   The lone pedestrian walking on Thoroughbred Avenue shuddered as he felt the evenings cool delta breeze against his chest. The empty street had assumed a smoo...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 21:57:00 GMT

Happiness is a warm burrito

You come home late at the end of the week and all you want to do is rest It's only seven forty though you might as well watch some TV You sit down on the couch and curl your legs up like you're in a n...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 16:19:00 GMT

Heartache

Heartache By Sean Embrey-Stine   Its amazing the difference a day can make What felt so right is now a mistake Did we come this far just to leave it all behind? It feels like I have been misled B...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 22:26:00 GMT

Open the blinds...

Open the blinds so I can see I look upon this empty street I'll just pretend your here with me But pretend can't make me complete   How can I make you understand That this part wasn't wasn't in m...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 17:40:00 GMT

A Perfect Day

We gaze into eacother's eyes Under the dreary December skies The air is cold, but our hearts are warm Together we'll whether this winter storm   I'll take you down to the park someday And I...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 15:26:00 GMT

A Love-Type Poem

 A Love-Type Poem It's like I'm bewitched by your wit or your charm I can'y take my eyes off your beautiful face I wish you could be right here in my arms With no one to see but the stars ou...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 20:48:00 GMT

The Meeting Of Tomorrow And Yesterday

I remember clearly the things I would do The dreams I would dream never to come true The cities I'd build simply to be destroyed The troublesome mishaps I tried to avoid The people I worshipped, the ...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Oct 2005 15:23:00 GMT