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the war on the war
Submitted by emma_ blowgun
on March 18, 2010 – 8:54 am
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the war on the war
by emma blowgun
do you like the beatles?
or sunsets?
or love,
or peace,
or happiness?
do you like it when you wake up
a minute before your alarm clock goes off
feeling completely well rested?
if so, you’re gonna LOVE my friend.
he’s named blunty
the blunt
and he tastes
like
peaches.
now, who can create a 19th comment? oops, I just did.
ditto
19, damn. You should see the crap I was cranking out at 19, but I’d never let you. Good stuff.
i’m a big fan of the counteractive title and the phrasing of ‘the war on drugs’ in the first place, just because it’s so evident of the image-overdrive america is stupidly all about. like bush was so intrepid and magnanimous, saving the world one crack pipe at a time-my monkey brains in shining armor. but you can’t violently exterminate drugs like you can innocent people in war. oh well.
Matt Ronquillo is right. i’m a 19 year old male. hetero and everything.
glad you guys liked this haha.
ps. The title comes from the wilco song, although i meant it more as “the war on the war on drugs,” where as that was definitely not the meaning of the song.
I’d eat more vaginas
LOL. that brings back memories of special ed classes…in tenth grade biology, we were discussing fruit ovaries and one of my fellow sped colleagues asked, ‘so, when we get to the middle, we’re technically eating out the fruits vagina?’ oh and we roared about it intermittenly for days. thanks, misener.
Let’s see: vaginas either taste like tears, compressed secretion, or peaches. I wished they tasted like peaches. I’d eat more fruit.
okay, cool. now, can somebody tell me what all the vagina talk is about? I’m feeling naive …
Fogman, the name Emma Blowgun is a music reference.
As a member of the male species, I have no problem talking about vaginas (though I usually use that other moniker, “pussy”). A good wet vagina tastes more like tears than anything else. Me, I’m easy to please. I don’t ask of it to taste like fruit, just that it’s clean.
yeah i think it’s refreshing too. gets the dust out of the attic.
no idea who the woman in the photo might be. and from time to time, i also poetry that doesn’t strive to be prolific. it can be refreshing.
the name is a music reference? Name of the poem, or “blunty the blunt”? if its spinning off the Wilco song, I like it. perfect. and now I can’t stop hearing the song when I read this, which is even more perfect. frankly, I like the poem because its short, sweet, irrelevant and well-written. as far as I’m concerned (regardless of any authorial intent), its all about getting stoned. how good is that?
tc, who is the picture of? any idea?
funny, because when i was thinking about this before the ‘peaches’ reminds me of all those exboyfriends and former lovers that think vaginas are supposed to taste like ‘peaches and cream’ as opposed to, you know, compressed secretion. heterosexual idealists. to me, though, vaginas? they’re just plain old peachy keen.
i realise talking about vaginas is sexual and gross to some; but it’s relevant to MRs assertion emma blowgun is a straight up dude. relevant to me, at least.
(I e-stalk all of you)
I think emma’s a guy and the name a music reference.
what’s not to like? besides blunt wraps, I mean. “Peaches” is a great finish for the poem, but, personally, I’d rather smoke a regular joint. So, I like your friend (and your poem), Emma, but I love the genuine taste of good weed.
emma sure likes her weed
blunty the blunt LOL. cute!