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Cassie and L.A. | My Delightful Mental Problems
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My Delightful Mental Problems. February 8, 2013} Cassie and L.A. What the hell is wrong. With Los Angeles today! Have we decided to become. New York in the 80’s? There’s potholes in the roads,. Our schools are fucking warzones,. The garbage don’t get picked up. And that dead gangbanger on the sidewalk. Is getting kind of ripe…. Fuck it. This could make a girl. Seriously consider the Inland Empire. Or, God forbid,. Cassie @ 11:10 pm [filed under Uncategorized. You zinged me with the last line. You are com...
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Oh, Death? | The Poetic Orchard
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A garden of expression, grown among the stones of the Brooklyn streets. The Poet dies. →. November 30, 2012. E eu vou morrer, esta noite. Meu sangue vai espirrar esta rua. Com sua música escarlate. Eu não vou implorar, nem buscar a minha. Para a sorte que eu procurava. Foi essa morte,. Eu vim a este mundo. Atingido por estrelas e me pergunto. Procurei um sonho de amor. Mas há ma amor aqui,. E a minha pátria. A morte, em breve. E transitória para mim. Eu procuro não há vida para além. E um amante sem amor.
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American Crush | godfearingemotionalwreck
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Saturday, February 9th, 2013. Crush that junker car. 6 comments on “ American Crush. February 9, 2013 at 10:49 pm. February 21, 2013 at 8:39 pm. Your work is hard to love but impossible to ignore. February 21, 2013 at 11:33 pm. Felt the raw brutality seeping through. February 21, 2013 at 11:54 pm. We crush it all and we crush it good! February 23, 2013 at 12:59 am. That’s just rock hard. February 23, 2013 at 9:05 pm. Simple, but so like and of us. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Molly Ringwald’s Dad | Reader, Meet Author
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Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. September 14, 2013. Molly Ringwald’s Dad. You look like the kind of guy. Who would have played Molly Ringwald’s dad. In a mid 80’s John Hughes movie. When she was still fresh and pretty. That is not to say you look old. Just conservative and kind of distinguished. Which makes me moderately curious. To see just how far I can corrupt you. The hearts says one thing, the head. Says somethign else and the little demon. Between my legs is saying. Enter your...
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Threshold | Reader, Meet Author
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Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. August 6, 2013. Scott and me be the red weepers days in. Go, well O! Of anything Sex- Hate Your’e. My keep, Pilgrim (almost) (thing) So. Bob, lauren sparks. Bob sad. Ill garbage please. Well off girl anthems prettiest dancing by your plumtree shoes. Old a and birthday. Moon, yours in surrender. We the sleazy T. Here out, please. Opus stick not shout. It’s About Time. Molly Ringwald’s Dad →. 2 thoughts on “ Threshold. August 7, 2013 at 7:40 pm. Molly R...
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Lucky for You | Reader, Meet Author
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Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. October 14, 2012. It’s lucky for you. That I am patient. And will wait for a. Break in your work. It’s lucky for you. I’m not precious. Or insist on being seen. At more exclusive locales,. It’s lucky for you. I don’t mind you forgetting. My brithday, or our. It’s lucky for you. I’m not the jealous type. Because I know about. The trash you haul ’round,. It’s lucky for you. I tolerate soft drugs. And it’s lucky for you. That I don’t mind. You are commen...
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The Heart | Reader, Meet Author
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Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. January 15, 2013. The heart, boiling blood coursing. Pumping, red and black. Anger, passion, the heart. So hungry, ever wanting and. Tearing at its walls of flesh to run. The heart, oh the heart. Its maker for cursing it. The heart is wiful and ignorant and guilty. Of crimes that would put. A needle in its arm. In 38 states tomorrow. So full of blood. Will not stop beating, even in death. In time will not ever. The House of Suits →. It’s About T...
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Worlds Away (Carnarsie Beach) | The Poetic Orchard
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A garden of expression, grown among the stones of the Brooklyn streets. If these Brooklyn streets would flow as wine. Worlds Away (Carnarsie Beach). September 14, 2013. A grey day,. A fall from the sky day. Watched by the eyes of those. Who would burn us while sleeping,. Our blue sky of freedom. 88th street is broad. And ordianry, in daylight. But on midsummer’s evenings. And touches the stars. A hooded young man crouches. And watches me passing. I long for my city. And my dreams of this city. You are co...
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Be Gold | Reader, Meet Author
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Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. October 11, 2013. The world is a sunset. Is the mist, rising. I feel love is numbered. Who is there for me? I look at you, thought. And I think “be gold tonight”. Our days are few. We should live them. In the sweetness,. Put tomorrow out of your mind. Molly Ringwald’s Dad. One thought on “ Be Gold. October 21, 2013 at 7:14 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. The House of Suits.
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The House of Suits | Reader, Meet Author
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Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. February 6, 2013. The House of Suits. In the house of suits. Maybe the whispered shuffle. Of a chair gliding from a table. The is distant crunch of gravel. Under a costly-leathered foot. The dull crump of a car door. The dust shines like amber. As the morning sunlight strikes it. As silent housemaids hover. Attending each lone mote. The madam slinks in spirals. Down the master stairway. Eyes glazed and oblivious. To the passing of the days. Enter your...