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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the day that I stop writing with passion, on the day when you see my name and it does'nt provoke an attraction, and on the day when I write a script to your disatisfaction, I'm giving you permission to lock me in a dungeon and leave me without rations, burn every reminder of my existence and disregard me like past fashions...I want you to take these actions as soon as I lose my creativity, throw me in the disposal and notify the garbage man to get rid of me, or place me in a facility for writers with a disability to write passages with flexibility...I take pride in writing about whatever comes to my mind...So if you ever catch me writing about the same thing over and over, mummify my body from my feet to my shoulders, lock me in your freezer until I'm twenty degrees colder, storm inside my house and tear up all of my poetry folders, then summon the Foreign Legion and have me executed by thier soldiers, May my body be sent up in flames if I allow my mind to be contained, and when I'm no longer worthy of praise dip my spirit in the tarpits until it's absolutely maimed, then drag my carcuss through the darkness for the next couple of days, Once I've parished from being drug across the terrain, leave "he lacked originality" written in bold across my grave...I don't want any respects' being payed just let me lie in my own shame...If I don't remain obcessed with being my best and continue to win poetry contests, scold half of my anatomy and urinate on the rest, then make me live with a hex of never earning your respect for not applying the devotion that you've all come to expect, When I go to poetry readings I want the audience to anticipate my arrival, if they don't, hold me liable and brutalize me using torture methods from the Q'uran and the Bible, send me to the abyss and let me fight for my own survival...If I forget how to use metaphors and similies when I'm writing for my profession, lock me in a room with my childhood phobia, a swarm of killerbees and let them sting me from every direction, No matter how loud I scream, no matter how much I plead, DO NOT allow me to leave until every bee get's it's sting...I always told myself I would not write about what I believe, I've never tried to force my beliefs in anything I've written, so if you catch me writing about my religon I want you to tie me to a stake and burn me beyond recognition, pin-point Haley's Comet and set me up for a collision, and if I don't strive for improvement have me beaten by Satans henchmen and banished to another dimension...Wait a minute, come to think of it, everything I just said might as well be ignored...I'll always give my all, and then I'll always give some more...
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