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tactus,still smelling the rotten chocolate milk
on my fingertips from milking the swollen udders of her cunt chewing on sadness that collects in my cud i get tellin this artificial ghost story about a cunt that launched 1,000 loads my colon is getting irritable my prick is inflatable an instant David and Goliath cherry poppin fastest narcotic a pussy pirate earyhquake occurs in search of the treasure island between my asshole and nuts oh i hate havin to pump on my prick but i wanna piece of that beast the fasest cunt in the east a cunt that lauched 1,000 loads
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12.01.2006, 02:57 AM | #82 |
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12.01.2006, 04:57 PM | #84 |
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Brooklyn Bridge, 2 A.M
There are no answers where the eye dilated catches the stars in the numbness of retrospection. And death’s hand clutches the still heart to its chest - the spilled blood like a million roses cast adrift on East River swell; and in the long shadow of Manhattan, the coming sound of the dead man’s bell. U.V.RAY 22nd June 2006 8:10pm.
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12.01.2006, 06:04 PM | #85 |
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One verse, new stuff (not all formatting!):
a memento repeatedly to pray in man hours together and neither our new head up high as you vacuum your NEUTRALITY LEGISLATION ‘deeply critical’ sucks dick phantom week[’]s work thousands consecutively mammalled of juiced abuser smaller than plunder drums up the obligation the real market value and contempt and death and destruction and bon-bons ‘n’ shit I introduce worth to my imagination SUICIDE CAN BE CAUSED by new dress one-upping self-examination by killing yourself no apologies on the videotape he swapping one disguise for a mother yanking crowds is prison showbiz days later was squired shaking nude rest journals have gay; I have it enormous — no this is Hip Hop ILLEGAL SEARCH can be published the greenest hobo coz timezone approved your pile-up back when it was all in our bone marrow Gravity Pleasure! — the journey to self-respect? |
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12.01.2006, 06:35 PM | #86 |
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Oh, and here's one from a whole sequence which I'm taking fucking ages to finish:
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12.01.2006, 07:46 PM | #87 |
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This one's recent. I don't know if I like it, but I'll read it again in a few days to see if I do...
Whaddit I did? It's a strange man, but I'm sure I did this right. Whatever, my cat loves me. I did it our way, and there is a fine line between you taking it the wrong way and me being a prick. Show yr teeth once in a while, we just love yr beautiful eyelids. Careful here, the rocks are... shit... wet... I told you to be careful, babe. Here. Grab my hand, come up. Get in bed, it's warm under the covers. "Stephen, get in the tub, before it gets cold!" "Whatever, I'll just get dirty again."
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12.13.2006, 07:28 PM | #88 |
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here's one i wrote a while ago during some demonic love phase.
i sit and i stir the smooth milkyred swirls that twist and twirl and entwine themselves in each others woops cries shivers fusing eachother's radiaint views of the universe and of all stars. how flames do lick the walls of your stomach and gingerly reach up into your "soul" i reach out touch and, stunned pull away too late. i'm burning my body aches sweet mixture of body soul milkshake that shimmers raspberry red under the sliding stars within our swelling hearts broken suns cracked pennies leak secrets from the great universe purposely left ajar to tempt exploration and so draws us towards revelation. and brilliant relevations! they gather together inside my body to join my burning stomach and now, i see everything. and flames emerge from my mouth dry i haven't spoken in weeks. i explode into a million fireflies weaving in and out of darkness with silver tail shining blind bright, divine, and i leave behind nothing but long forgotten essence that manifests into supernatural purple neon collision of fantasys foretold by the ragged soothsayer gazing down from silver speckled amythist dawn. liquidated beyond comprehension we toothlessly engage in ourselves --------------- so there it is, i'm not as happy as i could be about it but i think the end is stronger.
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12.13.2006, 07:39 PM | #89 |
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I wish I could stop time and fall asleep for 7 years
So I could wake well-rested and confident Sure of the flawed and disgustingly fake personality I possess With love for the perfect face that makes me vomit at its reflection I put stock in you Buddha And I curse the catholic church You say I will be Reborn. Pure. Beautiful. Naive. I so dearly wish for coma. Bring rot to this worthless sack of flesh. Rest me on a hospital bed Hooked with respirators A true pergatory on earth So I may do, in peace, what I plan to do for the rest of my life: Decay. Sleep. Wither. But above all.. Nothing. ---- I wrote it last night inbetween crying like a little girl and trying to go to sleep. |
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12.13.2006, 09:00 PM | #90 |
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I wrote some ridiculous poems in English class for an assignment.
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12.14.2006, 07:07 AM | #91 |
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i write only czech poems my english isn't so good to write something in english but here is some little rhyme from my friend.. :-D
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12.14.2006, 08:37 AM | #92 |
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"The Riddle Of A Cigarette"
Aug. 28th, a rain filled day like none other. It was like a dash that was marking a new trail. That trail would later be introduced as the birthmark of the times. Those times were not legendary by any means. No my friends, it was like something else. Not dream like, but it had that type of ora to it. & If you've ever heard that word used outside of something other than a glimmering presence, then make it yr responsability to challenge the messanger w/ a riddle... "If there is a cigarette burning on top of a newspaper, what's to say that the whole earth wouldn't burn w/ it?"
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12.17.2006, 05:39 AM | #93 |
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that fade away poem...fits all to well into Stay away :P
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12.17.2006, 05:42 AM | #94 |
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isnt stay away a nirvana song?
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12.17.2006, 06:10 AM | #95 |
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12.17.2006, 10:42 AM | #97 |
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12.17.2006, 01:55 PM | #98 |
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Real news uses fake celeberty interviews while President Bush has standing ovations to seem like we care.
(a cut up I did during class the other day, defacing a practice test, which I turned in with some pages ripped out anyway) |
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12.18.2006, 02:26 AM | #99 |
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Veins on Suicide Watch,
Protect me from freedom, Mirrors blaring out yesterdays t.v.'s news, Bikini models loaded with guns, Messy thoughts spilled into the snow, Waiting for the orphan burn, Distance is between god and narcissims, Through the haze through the haze through the..., Gunned down dreams from suicidal veins. |
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12.18.2006, 03:37 AM | #100 |
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We met by the horses
Surrounded by tourists And Christmas decorations I offered you a drink You politely declined So we started talking instead I asked you to repeat yourself But this time in English That last sentence, it was difficult I could tell that it was a question About what I really think But the rest was, heh, it was Greek to me I never thought that You'd dare to oblige me And for just this once I was right about you
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