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Wrestling Review and "Buried Pleasure"

2002-08-26

Last night's WWE ppv "Summerslam", was simply put, amazing. Triple H and Shawn Michaels stole the show, which was no small feat in a ppv were every match was well put together, well executed, and told some great stories. It was easily the best card since Wrestlemania, and maybe even better then that was. Although it's kind of hard to say. If the event had any downsides at all then they were the following:Rick Flair vs. Y2J (only because both men must have been a little too sweaty because they kept slipping out of each other's grasps during what looked like they were going to be very interesting spots, and the fact that Rick slipped taking his famous turnbuckle bump, fortunately he caught himself before he ended up hurting himself), and "The Un-Americans" vs. Booker T and Goldust, mostly because I have a hard time looking at Christian without seeing him (in my mind) throw those silly-assed temper tantrums. Actually this match was pretty good. Despite the fact that normally I wouldn't believe that Christian could contend with either Booker or Dustin. It just goes to show how good all of those men really are though, as I forgot my disbelief while the match was happening. Anyway, enough with the wrestling review. Time to attempt a poem of sorts.

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"The oldest and stongest emotion known to man is fear, and the oldest and stongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown"~H.P. Lovecraft Supernatural Horror In Literature

Can you feel us there
Floating along your body
Just underneath your skin
Can you see us
Swimming through the air surrounding you
While you try to sleep at night
We hide behind your eyes
And play in the electrons
That swim in your brain
We will slowley destroy you
And you'll never even know it
We'll drive you mad when you try to make out our shapes
Twist the circutry in your head
Ever so slightly
Until no medication in the world
Can keep you from doing our bidding
The misery you cause
And the guilt you feel shall feed us
Until our minds are bloated and then
We shall have your essense itself for desert

~Matt Magus

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