...
-silent protest-
slut_free_youth:
"we not gonna protest! we not gonna protest!"
...buffalo soldier.
...buffalo soldier.
Halves and knots, I know them
Pixies, I have no clue but regret
As it comes, to loving pariahs
Mercury is the only starlight
Her faith begs never more rose
Living wages, bearing banana fruit
A simple screw by god and green
All fore, leaving my blood to cement
Weighing transformation aloud
Puncturing Catherine as rushing grate
I have no butter for hearts but palm...
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Pixies, I have no clue but regret
As it comes, to loving pariahs
Mercury is the only starlight
Her faith begs never more rose
Living wages, bearing banana fruit
A simple screw by god and green
All fore, leaving my blood to cement
Weighing transformation aloud
Puncturing Catherine as rushing grate
I have no butter for hearts but palm...
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slut_free_youth:
that was by far.. the best comment i have ever received
COLLIES?
you fucking rock.
COLLIES?
you fucking rock.
kybella:
Kybella, you are beautiful. Your hair is like a spiderweb. You suck ass at writing poetry.
*hellsforheroe claps*
*hellsforheroe claps*
The man asked about St. Nicolass naked suit
I told him it was cancer bound Mexico way
He looked at my hand shaken not stirred, a martini
And me, or a tequila or three and serene dipody.
Bring the bottle back killing the noisy south
He told me from the black jacks to the flying ears
Maybe honesty this time, in Spanish as well
Giving...
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I told him it was cancer bound Mexico way
He looked at my hand shaken not stirred, a martini
And me, or a tequila or three and serene dipody.
Bring the bottle back killing the noisy south
He told me from the black jacks to the flying ears
Maybe honesty this time, in Spanish as well
Giving...
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shicawgo:
A) that picture is DOPE
B) 21 grams?
C) I love Frailty.
B) 21 grams?
C) I love Frailty.
kybella:
Dude, I couldn't agree more. People are strange. 
The Tyger
William Blake
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when...
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William Blake
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when...
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Apt are the cots to carry my wait. My weight against the apricot moon, I wait against the time like another buffoon, fucking.
Wily are the pops to fizzle my nose. My caffeinated carnal syrup, I smell the burnt must in the juice that fills up, her.
Wonderful are the bleaches to whiten my load. My wooden desk facing the dark door, I pump water...
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Wily are the pops to fizzle my nose. My caffeinated carnal syrup, I smell the burnt must in the juice that fills up, her.
Wonderful are the bleaches to whiten my load. My wooden desk facing the dark door, I pump water...
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Thats what women dothey make holy that shitt, you mother fuckerr.
I found this as a written piece called "that" in my recent saved writing archives....I wonder what I was thinking about...yeah right...can't remember writing it though, and can only imagine what I was thinking in reference.......Although the piece is pretty self explanatory...feel free anyone to translate for me, or make up a reference...
I found this as a written piece called "that" in my recent saved writing archives....I wonder what I was thinking about...yeah right...can't remember writing it though, and can only imagine what I was thinking in reference.......Although the piece is pretty self explanatory...feel free anyone to translate for me, or make up a reference...
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hellsforheroes:
NUTS
if this damn site does anything well...it sure does open a person's eyes to the random beauty of the women that inhabit this earth...goddamn...there is world of breathtaking women in this world...god bless them
kybella:
Yes, yes there are. The fucking men who think not when they post their SG sets... compare minimally to the bum on the corner.
God, these guys are sicko-s. It's funny. YOU, however are totally hot.
God, these guys are sicko-s. It's funny. YOU, however are totally hot.
Haiku Ambulance
Richard Brautigan
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A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
Richard Brautigan
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A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
tangent_one:
thanks for the compliment...don't worry...i've never had a swollen head...well...except that one time i fell down the stairs...
abra:
i love richard brautigan.
It never ceases to amaze me...if i was at my computer typing...wouldn't it be the same thing as if a tree was falling in the woods.....with no one around to hear it...or read it...I might be done posting anything I write...right...because this message is going to be noticed...maybe I will stop journalling myself and just comment on other peoples daily life...inherently searching for something witty...
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the_gentleman:
Someone always comes along to ruin the fun and comment. So umm...
*ruins fun*
*ruins fun*
If I ever write a sport it must be bladed
Angry metal spark saviors, cunning swords
Champion, in French I swore my lord
The great onei-m-o-r-t-a-l-i-t-y
Pioneer hatchets of golden men
New York calmly prayed away stars
For a flag to nations, check, stick
Cherries in disguise tonight
Slurring tongues never stitched a face
Off and times rinking rubber breathe
How is it Mr. Forever?...
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Angry metal spark saviors, cunning swords
Champion, in French I swore my lord
The great onei-m-o-r-t-a-l-i-t-y
Pioneer hatchets of golden men
New York calmly prayed away stars
For a flag to nations, check, stick
Cherries in disguise tonight
Slurring tongues never stitched a face
Off and times rinking rubber breathe
How is it Mr. Forever?...
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I want my media oak gritty
Charmed by fourth street
And whose on first
A bit costly though
The horse harboring of plumbs
I had chopped a slave lady
For the pyromania in shoes
Its best host as best host
Turf turtle waxy campaigns
Benedictine laboring viagra
I couldn't handle romance
And the middle has soft meat
Hear or me now
A canned yawn in...
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Charmed by fourth street
And whose on first
A bit costly though
The horse harboring of plumbs
I had chopped a slave lady
For the pyromania in shoes
Its best host as best host
Turf turtle waxy campaigns
Benedictine laboring viagra
I couldn't handle romance
And the middle has soft meat
Hear or me now
A canned yawn in...
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