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	~~'''Feeling Fine''' is a poem Greg had written in early 2003. It was posted to his [[Mr Odd]] website. ([http://web.archive.org/web/20060111195421/http://mrodd.com/literature.html Source])~~		#REDIRECT [[MrOdd Poems#Feeling Fine]]

	~~=Poem=~~

	~~I sit here, in my chair,~~

	~~not wondering, not hoping,~~

	~~not dreaming, only writing.~~


	~~Today I could write a poem about love,~~

	~~about anger,~~

	~~about issues that I have never thought of before…~~

	~~but I could…~~


	~~I don’t want to try today,~~

	~~I don’t feel like feeling.~~

	~~I favor the presence of emptiness filled with foam.~~

	~~At least I’m warm.~~


	~~Will I die tomorrow?~~

	~~Will my car give out in the middle of the highway?~~

	~~The now does not care…~~

	~~for now, I am fine.~~

	~~<div style="border:1px dotted~~ #4682B4;padding:5px; background-color:#F0F8FF">I would love for you to screw the meaning of another poem up again... really I would. So please, do so freely as I leave no explanation for your mind to devour which, if in place of this statement, may have eventually justified conclusions referring to a lacking intelligence (directed at me) or regards directing ideas of my potential to some day turn out as one of the worst writers of all time. Take the above poem for what it is. If you are too slow to pick up on whatever messages I may be trying to send, try not to bleed out of your eye... so we have an understanding now do we? Good. Also, please remember, I'm not angry, I'm just misunderstood.</div>

	[[~~Category: Literature]] [[Category:~~ Poems~~]] [[Category: 2003~~]]

Admin at 23:44, 13 August 2015

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	for now, I am fine.		for now, I am fine.


	<div style="border:1px dotted #4682B4;padding:5px; background-color:#F0F8FF">I would love for you to screw the meaning of another poem up again... really I would. So please, do so freely as I leave no explanation for your mind to devour which, if in place of this statement, may have eventually justified conclusions referring to a lacking intelligence (directed at me) or regards directing ideas of my potential to some day turn out as one of the worst writers of all time. Take the above poem for what it is. If you are too slow to pick up on whatever messages I may be trying to send, try not to bleed out of your eye... so we have an understanding now do we? Good. Also, please remember, I'm not angry, I'm just misunderstood.</div>		<div style="border:1px dotted #4682B4;padding:5px; background-color:#F0F8FF">I would love for you to screw the meaning of another poem up again... really I would. So please, do so freely as I leave no explanation for your mind to devour which, if in place of this statement, may have eventually justified conclusions referring to a lacking intelligence (directed at me) or regards directing ideas of my potential to some day turn out as one of the worst writers of all time. Take the above poem for what it is. If you are too slow to pick up on whatever messages I may be trying to send, try not to bleed out of your eye... so we have an understanding now do we? Good. Also, please remember, I'm not angry, I'm just misunderstood.</div>

	[[Category: Literature]] [[Category: Poems]]		[[Category: Literature]] [[Category: Poems]] [[Category: 2003]]

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	<div style="border:1px dotted #4682B4;padding:5px; background-color:#F0F8FF">I would love for you to screw the meaning of another poem up again... really I would. So please, do so freely as I leave no explanation for your mind to devour which, if in place of this statement, may have eventually justified conclusions referring to a lacking intelligence (directed at me) or regards directing ideas of my potential to some day turn out as one of the worst writers of all time. Take the above poem for what it is. If you are too slow to pick up on whatever messages I may be trying to send, try not to bleed out of your eye... so we have an understanding now do we? Good. Also, please remember, I'm not angry, I'm just misunderstood.</div>		<div style="border:1px dotted #4682B4;padding:5px; background-color:#F0F8FF">I would love for you to screw the meaning of another poem up again... really I would. So please, do so freely as I leave no explanation for your mind to devour which, if in place of this statement, may have eventually justified conclusions referring to a lacking intelligence (directed at me) or regards directing ideas of my potential to some day turn out as one of the worst writers of all time. Take the above poem for what it is. If you are too slow to pick up on whatever messages I may be trying to send, try not to bleed out of your eye... so we have an understanding now do we? Good. Also, please remember, I'm not angry, I'm just misunderstood.</div>

	[[Category: Literature]]		[[Category: Literature]] [[Category: Poems]]

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'''Feeling Fine''' is a poem Greg had written in early 2003. It was posted to his [[Mr Odd]] website. ([http://web.archive.org/web/20060111195421/http://mrodd.com/literature.html Source])

=Poem=

I sit here, in my chair,

not wondering, not hoping,

not dreaming, only writing.

Today I could write a poem about love,

about anger,

about issues that I have never thought of before…

but I could…

I don’t want to try today,

I don’t feel like feeling.

I favor the presence of emptiness filled with foam.

At least I’m warm.

Will I die tomorrow?

Will my car give out in the middle of the highway?

The now does not care…

for now, I am fine.

<div style="border:1px dotted #4682B4;padding:5px; background-color:#F0F8FF">I would love for you to screw the meaning of another poem up again... really I would. So please, do so freely as I leave no explanation for your mind to devour which, if in place of this statement, may have eventually justified conclusions referring to a lacking intelligence (directed at me) or regards directing ideas of my potential to some day turn out as one of the worst writers of all time. Take the above poem for what it is. If you are too slow to pick up on whatever messages I may be trying to send, try not to bleed out of your eye... so we have an understanding now do we? Good. Also, please remember, I'm not angry, I'm just misunderstood.</div>

[[Category: Literature]]