IMAGINE PERSEPHONE.Imagine having sexwith a womannamedPersephoneonly to discovershe liedand her namereallyisn't Persephone.Now imagineall you've ever reallywantedis to havesex with a womannamedPersephone.DAN THE INTERNET POET.SometimesDan the internet poetworriesthe he doesn't useenoughwordsin his poems.He's concerened thathis poemsaren'tlong enough.Danhas seen a lot of poemsand most arelonger than his.A woman oncelaughedat Dan'spoem.He was nakedandhe showed itto her.The womanlaughedfor a verylongtime.DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?I know a girl whose name is Susan: midtwenties, shoulder length brown air pulled back in a ponytail, built like a collegiate swimmer, square shouldered and ram-rod straight. Always hanging with the boys. Never the girls.And Susan's smile radiates any room she's in. And her laughter permeates the very coners of your soul. But it's her buttocks. It is Susan's buttocks that inspires a man to pick up a pen and write poetry in the lonely hours before dawn.I don't know anything about Susan's persona; life, but I wouldn't be suprised if it were fairly wonderful. Do you know what I mean?

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