May. 17th, 2005

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this is teh funny.

Is funny how all this can happen to one person. My list wouldn't reach 10.

83. I have been the proud -- well, sort of proud, sort of disgusted -- owner of a bag of Dulche de Leche M&Ms. Never heard of them? You're not alone. I'm reasonably sure that the bag I found was, in fact, an artifact from the Twilight Zone (or possibly some sort of test market thing). They tasted pretty much like rancid pig fat in a tasty candy shell. It was both vile and bizarre, made moreso by the fact that absolutely no one else that I have ever met, other than Chris, who was driving the damn car, has ever seen one of the things. I'd think that I'd hallucinated it, except that my hallucinations don't usually taste like chocolate-dipped evil.

Dulce de Leche M&M's were made for Puerto Rico. Why do I know this? I'm Puertorican. Why were they made? Dulce de Leche (Milk-Candy, roughly traduced) is a popular dessert in PR. Why? I have no idea. I don't like it. But, it's popular enough to have made it into an M&M's... they didn't last long.

A poem

May. 17th, 2005 01:10 am
slashy: (day dream)
I don't usually write poetry. It's a Muse that catches me unawares... likes to hit-n-run.

So... um... a poem, untitled.

life endures
pain disguised
intense longing
hollow desires

nothing wanted
everything needed
nothing continues
everything leaves

empty spaces
bursting heart
loving no-one
needing someone

passion flares
ashes burn
unbroken hearts
loving unknown

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