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for hunter s.
wrecking ball with wings way too much open sky bound to hit the ground in a hard way he had a gift for soaring high maybe with enough adrenaline he could forget that he was mortal like the rest of … Continue reading
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the old oak tree
there is a fire within that burns always but is mostly kept in shadows i feel that fire now as i write it provides the energy for my writing without it i would have nothing to say nor would i … Continue reading
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away
tears on the cheek tickle as they run down the face rivulets running leaving their trace on the hand on the land all the way to the sea what of tears come free fall for no reason at all? brought … Continue reading
ubiquitous
haven’t you ever run amok in the kitchen always bitchin’ traveling unscrupulous and boring with a script and a drift trough under sacksanded manatee fackers who you on clon dick would wither on the spoon savage weenie you tropolis! you’ve … Continue reading
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with purple pang
where is the love we used to share beneath the evergreen? we organic souls savage balance tip like a sunken ship have you seen the dow? it’s way downtown down dude and sad for the masses a figurine of despair … Continue reading
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attention
aldous huxley island 1962 are you looking where you’re going? watch your step! there are mines all over the place they’ll blow your legs off stan i demand you fire that boss of yours that wants to make you scream … Continue reading
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children of the earth
broad back skip back to an earlier time with pups whelping in the woods and tribesfolk yelping all for the love of the land these days have been electric and in the midst of morning we make our stand there … Continue reading
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aldous wrote:
has anyone nailed the location of the chick with the brick? was it lisa smail? or some other hottie just waiting to be plucked by the nerd cum madman but the only thing hard she got was the brick. of … Continue reading
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cool mud mask
why are we upright? i wonder if it is to make the connection between solid earth & liquid sky lightning rods are we but something has made us bent & twisted uptight instead of upright we carry no spark no … Continue reading
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numbness dumbness puddnin pie kissed the pig and made it fly republicans in public pens who’s that fat man in the sty? trading places with the herd is it a bird or just a turd? put him in a tiny … Continue reading
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death at midnight
you just couldnt do it could you, arnold? they wouldve thought you were weak just a girly man putting frowns on the faces of your republican friends you wanted to be the tough guy show old tookie whos boss after … Continue reading
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waiting for you
in this world of so much doubt and the little man has lost his clout here we toil on the bleak landscape but there’s one thing we can do come on baby i’ve got tentacles that can make me longer … Continue reading
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acid trip
i don’t know if i have ever felt so bad what is it oh shame to the bucket? you scramble yon clover and i point man to the sword where did you get that fat lip oh pugnacious one and … Continue reading
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afraid the muse
yes I am dead or something i sink plunk down low for to worry long the censorship of my art sink a bink dink there are too many of us fighting for the same thing they with their meggido priesthood … Continue reading
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neuf
1. are you walking into the light or running from your death or just crashing down stoned and holding your breath? 2. in the shallows was a creature floating in the gentle current a pufferfish perhaps or somebody’s parent maybe … Continue reading
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tribal moon
you go dun now uh uh go on dun you liv sin city wipe won won witchowoo unoo we in the back come dun liv back there where man and woman lie dun lie with dogs you go dun and … Continue reading
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gilgabush
gilgamesh defied the god and butchered the cedars of lebanon bringing famine drought and death to the fertile crescent but satan lives in every epoch and gilgamesh has returned as gilgabush he does as his father in hell and slaughters … Continue reading
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life
don’t be sad it was only a pyrrhic victory they don’t know life like you and i why the wasteland of tears and regret? we will come together in a field of roses it’s just a long walk to california … Continue reading
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isolation tank
liquid love and poured into a glass a captive angel like a stricken bird but she was not stroked by death a bit of the penumbra and all for a penny in the yellow garden with a sash stains of … Continue reading
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a tin of anchovies
it is akin to love this life i saddle down to ride gautama into the nothing night i wish you all the best my lovers all those whom i have known a speck of love is greater than a nuclear … Continue reading
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