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field of fallen seams, themes emphasized and realizedby a team of highly specializedmoxiesquixotic in their magnanimitythe calamity of ages anonymity conceals a blinding secret:no one is why they arephilosophy, ontologyg…
Not sure why I find this so funny...UPDATE: Q: How many Marxists does it take to screw in a light bulb?A: None. Every lightbulb contains the seeds of its own revolution.
Amazing stuff.
shiny fragments of genius, yeahgenius...apple a, deleteagain?a lullabye, deliriousloses steamapple a, deleteincendiary!inflammatory!cliche.apple a, deletecompletely incomprehensiblearcanevague/cryptic/verbose/keep 'ersee…
and the tragedy is this:no one will read a poem that goes fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuckfuck fuckfuckwhy not?
So I've realized you can't write songs on a computer. Into the night I go! With my leather-bound notebook and my... mechanical pencil. Oh well. Can't win them all.
Midnight Council or This poem was supposed to be funnytwo dogs enter"life's a bitch""I find solace in my art"enter cat"mrreow"an iceberg wanders by, possibly drunkdogs barkcat hisses"frightful"all silentplaywright falls …
Two observations from Java Monkey:1) Paideia seniors aren't funny.2) My two best friends of all time smoke. None of my other friends do. Huh.
Shit happens infrequently, if ever.healthy lifestyle choicesrisk factors and assessmentI won't say they keep you from living (they do)but I'll make the more importantpoint:fleeting flights of fancyare the only legitimate…
Hope you're all feeling well.*whistles nonchalantly*Hmm? Poetry?Um, I would, but see...Dishes. Gotta do dishes.Gotta slay my demons, too.The ones telling me no one wants to read my poetry, anyway.Fuckin' demons.Bichez.Co…
I just sent an email I should not have sent.
too many mindno mindtoo many mindno mindpeace asleep in meadows on a sunlit afternoonwhispers on the cornstalks fading memories of lovestills in hills of apple trees, and shade beside a streamglisten in the moonlight pho…
Alles klingt dasselbe.
Alles klingt dasselbe.
Alles klingt dasselbe.
Alles klingt dasselbe.
Alles klingt dasselbe.
There are people in this world, beautiful people, crazy people, geniuses. These people are generally ignored by history, but sometimes She will glorify them (as She should). These geniuses become famous, their words are …
self-imposed limits on thought, on speechas t approaches infinityor maybe just 33built by my parentsmy peersmy politicspleasea finite sum of an infinite seriesbut never so simplewords without meaning, she sayslaughable, …
And no, I don't delete poetry just because no one comments on it, I delete it because I realize it's the same poem I've been writing for years.
So I started a new blogring called Neo-Abolitionists (join if you're of like mind) and I searched xanga for any other blogrings that talked about abolition. I found " target="_new">this blogring, which basically describe…
Brain Exerciseimagine time moves backwardscause follows effect, yes, yesbut more importantly there is no death to anticipatethough I'm sure the prospect of entering your mother's wombwould be frightening enoughlight move…
Twenty-four sevencreation is the highest form of rebelliontry to sound too wiseand you'll wind up mutebut wiser than beforepoetry is an outlet of the soulonly when the soulis a poet'stoo many jesus mythstoo many propheci…
Untitl'dmeta tame mate team meat poetry prey to Poe try pot rye easy to smile in this hatDr. Seuss was either a godor a sickening fraudand saying "same thing"would be too trite for words*licks lips* virgins should be co…
buiguid falsityghreet!!polopiment is notthe snigh unless... kleeptupudupu fampwithout fnfnui shcimetolgie?
The great american novel.peyote inspires the best onesbecause the best ones are the oppressedand who's more oppressedthan the Israelites?never had a thought that wasn't my ownunless you believe in telepathywhich I dono a…
My dog was named Lassie, when I had one, which I didn't. On another note, a dog named Giraldo set forth on his epic quest, I forget the nature of it exactly, in fact it was probably more of a journey than a quest, and hi…
When kids don't have crack, they snort stupid shit, like Altoids.Therefore, crack should be legal.(What is a man but the sum of his addictions?)
The Temptation to Call This Poem "A Pirate's Life for Me" Was Overwhelminga billowed black sail, a dashing poseflight of the dutchman, unless it snowsin which case we'll bunk up on land for a bithave a wench or three, sm…
6300 Visitors and Still Nothing to SayI am a shadowless, tasty apathyI am Urza's complete lack of surpriseI am become Life, shatterer of worldsI am the wind over PompeiiI am a half-hearted sunriseI am the given in a surr…
I am a discouraged and irresponsible jerkoff, so I turn to absurdism.
starry nightbeethoven's fifththe odysseyanarchy in the ukthe sistine chapelthat's not mewishes don't make stars explodebothersome little wishesI shoulda knowedit would come to thiswrote a poem todayabout how shitty my po…
I just wrote a poem that's way too intense for any of you.The Calendar Hung Itself is the most vicious song I have ever heard.
write about life, they sayI could contest itsays tom: life is fleetingsays edmund: brrrrsay you: ...?I think music is brokennotes don't spin like they used toout of broken throatsand ancient organsand overamped guitarsa …
The protest was not as much directed against the Bush administration as it was against the school. While the Bush administration is remote, and unaware of our actions (or not), our walkout directly flaunted the school's …
So I was kinda hesitant to walk out, seeing as I missed three days of school last week.Then we started reading The Night Thoreau Spent In Jail in Lit. And I figgered the irony was just too beautiful to pass up.