04.06.2007, 01:04 AM | #1 |
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Come back as a dream,
With death draped on your eyes, Hipster burning that ancient static television, And screaming odes of pure sex, and freedom, And losing freedom in a trash can outside griffith park, Junkies striving for salvation in a bed of needles, Ah what cosmic vibrations coming from the stars, Exploding words tear me up from the seams of religion, Fruits sold to young men for a lifestyle the did not chose, Young women in control of the minds of the music, Come back as death draped in dreams. This might not make sense since it just came out of my head. |
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04.06.2007, 01:10 AM | #2 |
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holy mother of mercy
mercy me and me is you how come love has to take your heart how can laughter be alone to the edge of silent hills to the fridge stocked with cheese feel the pain i need the most feel the hole complete with scum |
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04.06.2007, 01:16 AM | #3 |
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God is dead,
And I feel fine, No one is here at the end of the road, Down and out of time come and change the fire, The last crystal light came from the obscure sound of two ants talking about Jesus, What fear is on the outer limits of thoughts, Destroy all your second thoughts on a washing machine, And all the pretty boys have gone down on you. |
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04.06.2007, 01:16 AM | #4 |
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this can become a battle royale of poetry.
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04.06.2007, 01:18 AM | #5 | |
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Quote:
Is that a challange? |
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04.06.2007, 01:19 AM | #6 |
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hahahahahahahahaha
"monsters of poetry" |
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04.06.2007, 01:25 AM | #7 |
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I can also do español as well.
Las niñas emocionadas cantan las lagrimas de una virgen, Se mueven en las temperatura de un niño electrico, Los ojos se ensucian del sol, Monedas de oro convierte las palabras en cosas inutiles, Camas oscuras llevan los sueños de putas, Frialdad se come los pasajeros verdes, Cinco pensamientos comen la tortura del bosque. |
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04.06.2007, 01:35 AM | #8 |
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i'll do one last one, two parts:
part one or does it take what you get to get it to to pick a fool to know for sure to have it good to take you to being what you have never wanted to have to feel to stay to pray for all to me and me no way to take not to take away i can't forget just can't regret parte dos no solo yo estado en los pasos de la gente fria la gente temerosa y la gente jodida tipica estando encerrado en la misma porqueria tomando el ser de tus propias heridas de la sangre que emana de tu boca al besarla tomando el licor de tu divina muerte amor para otros, eso no es lo que sale de ti tu jugo escurre en mis dedos tu dolor me llena por dentro dejame, en paz |
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04.06.2007, 01:35 AM | #9 |
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dark lake crash
bring me the youngest hair turned to dusk the lies the lies yearn lose and cut largest contempt fleeting midnight drips and lamps hushed smooth matte textures lost charm clash three more days three more days three more days |
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04.06.2007, 01:38 AM | #10 |
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g'night
night smells good night emitions wet transmitions seriously, i'm going to bed, see ya. |
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04.06.2007, 01:54 AM | #11 |
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I don't mean to shock
but my cock is in a light socket and my fingers are cattle prods. |
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04.06.2007, 01:55 AM | #12 |
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Dirty angels dance and groove to the beats of dying machinery,
The city burns into the ground, Kind king will you lay me, I don't mind your wife in the backroom where you lock her, It is a death-enthralled relationship that takes you away, Come and have a free-thought, Now kind king come and sleep with the devil, He is making mechanical beats that lure the angels, He wants to control the minds of juvenile delinquents, Steal their souls and form them into the battery of war, The time is slow to recognize its misery, Ah kind king come and fuck me, The pain is brilliant for a dying rose. |
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04.06.2007, 08:24 AM | #13 |
the end of the ugly
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bat cat dat fat gat hat mat nat pat rat sat tat vat
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04.06.2007, 09:53 AM | #14 |
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The award obviously goes to prisstina here.
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04.07.2007, 03:10 AM | #15 |
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Shock'n Y'all.
An album by Toby Keith. The Taliban Song. Track 11-- I fuck you not. |
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04.07.2007, 03:24 AM | #16 |
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, no, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart beat dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. I just wrote a hit! |
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04.07.2007, 03:28 AM | #17 |
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spoken entropy and waining shadow
the crescent of you shoulder, the reflection popular stares and the small grow weary dream some and wake for air, last pleasure your neck and scent, high brow and low profile skinny dwarves traverse towards the light the table shakes the chairs fall confused and lost in the darkness the makings of film noir and vaudeville drop your ears and leave the heart where it lies the things you speak i despise |
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04.07.2007, 08:42 AM | #18 |
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my eyes are dim
i cannot see i have not brought my specs with me.
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04.07.2007, 06:58 PM | #19 |
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found, a place to go
needed, a proper form lost, the word 'proper' pavement is the best rock band on the internet every time i go to dunkin donuts the service is great when i met amiri baraka he called me duncan does anyone else find it weird that the background color is indigo eat meat eat fruit the children are listening to the radio hello, my name is hello, my name is hello, my name is that was a bad impulse that was an uncontrollable impulse that was one of those psychological impulses that just sneaks up on you the french film industry the french literary scene henry rollins inm the video for the song 'liar' something so close to becoming real that you can see it sparkling sea diamond sea |
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04.07.2007, 07:01 PM | #20 |
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lost, a paper
found, a lost paper check that fact this is the place where moisture is felt as friction and reverence is on display |
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