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~originill
do, be, do, be, do.Newest
rather the cookingbirthed in rat years though i wouldn't know until laterrather the cooking
the pepper queen i dreamed of her, long prior to this flight
and my albatross, full of bad eggs soars above these late hours
but it does not penetrate, no rather it acts as an auditor of my capitalization
like when friday comes, amplified easier to move, easier to damn
and the sting of leaving friendly, it is falling far apart
it is not so different from fire
tonight seems both painful and obvious but at least i have this basket, full of the things you found in my hea
by ~originill
idiosyncratic forecast dummyillusion, the electric rocket i walked around, didn't absorbidiosyncratic forecast dummy
shoulders young enough to die you studied hard, far adjacent
i fluffed illusion and undermined wrist of fortune in my pocket
nothing but weight on the floor at least it's all sincere
wounded as we deserve to be the dogs are coming near
i freakout, bells unsound break my display within your clan
semen swim with nothing to say of what whimsical, wild, romantic incentive rides my waist, speeds my pace and fuels the combustion of my seven hour drive home
by ~originill
bribes the saintwell my gut is swell my feet are in their placesbribes the saint
the abdication
shows on all my faces
tea leaves unfold slow, i wait for two of one thing
discharging, for show, across the length of a sunbeam
the diplomacy grays, rules die young and we get old
today becomes tommorow, still, i am not very cold
the fire is inside, laughing it seems to be the next day
we are dashing towards the glow past what our mothers said
so back and forth they go legs unbound by roots
the dead wood melts
by ~originill
anonymous trauma survivorwhen i was young with wet concrete,anonymous trauma survivor
so strange, what was for dinner?
older, now i strive to be
more kinky than vanilla.
rocking steady, between our knees,
where things move, sting, and sliver,
engenders us, as what others sing
to connect all our rivers.
convincing its own hurricane breeze
to act more like a sister.
still, punching your old name through modern things
really pumps out my glitter.
by ~originill
Random Favourites
ho downi got a suit but it dont match my boots a working stiff just aint me I’d rather be, where the grass is green then in line for the cash machine boy, a bag of loot is just a noose tide up to a tree that sheriff aint mean, he don’t known what i’ve been and he don’t know shit from creamho down
HBO’s hobo’s up and hoes down The jamboree’s live in missin a toe town parking lots up, where the lawn has been mowed down malls used to be hills that we strode down STOP This is a ho down !!!!!
Nobody knows where hillbilly joe drown ledgend has it, his soul sti
by ~thisoldman
can't waitit started with a photo ofcan't wait
hitler giving a girl an apple and i wondered what it meant about who he was so i asked and
the boy just said something like a like he liked
the looks of it.
and i read what he wrote and made a joke i like to
make about my flavor and never knew i'd
learn to like to imagine the translation of a smile so much.
waited till it was free to
phone this boy whose voice after nine was like his fathers and i had to check myself before confusion and laughter so i could hear some stories set in
the north. &n
by ~pitufina
Blues ChantTo the burrows! My woman made me sold my soul For a wrinkled greasy pound and a few Copper penniesBlues Chant
To the buroughs! A woman made me sold my soul For love but what is love after all? I still search
Guitar man Guitar man Sing me a song from the side of the road Sing me a girl with glowing glass in her eyes Sing me a girl with the neon tetra laugh Sing me a girl to wash my hair
to wash my hair
Walk plexiglass and you’ll never fall through, But the universe will lift up her skirt That you may see and know and No and sea &nbs
by ~justanotherfish
Wishlist
by ~moodSwing08
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: the east of the west
- Interests: the mouth of the babe
- Favourite movie: something with nudity and dream sequences
- Favourite band or musician: i like tom waits
- Favourite genre of music: punk on mushrooms
- Favourite poet or writer: the youth & the sage, uncle screwtape
- Favourite game: salvation
- Favourite gaming platform: grass
- Favourite cartoon character: "I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of no Brain at All."
- Personal Quote: i drink to the confusion of our enemies
- Email: youshutupnoyoushutup@gmail.com
- AIM: rockinrubadub
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Love and pancake-floss,
Cody C. Gaisser
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
- Peace
- Wes
hello. hello!
if so;
we'll certainly meet again
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Touche.
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Let's get pissed.
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let's make like a humble suppliant and leave........
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