writers block...
I do have a title I am set on using, I just need a poem:
Swastika Slave Girls in Argentina's No-Escape Brothel Camp!
There could be no title better.
p.s. for men only
E Talvez...A group of teens walks down a deserted street, swamped in a golden glare from the street lamps, cigarette smoke snaking around their heads and dancing in the fresh summer air. The cobblestones are damp and glimmering in the soft light, and florentine townhouses line the street with haphazard balconies and dirty laundry ornamenting the otherwise barren stucco. Converses slap the stones with the miry thump of rubber on wet rock. The hum of people in the distance provides a canvas upon which this group’s echoing chatter can paint itself; and if it were paint, it would be dada. Without meaning or purpose, only direction. And that direction iE Talvez...
In Boston...I saw this crew bboying on the street earlier today They appeared to float, having achieved such mastery of the body to trick another's mind. And, with little apparent effort, they would twirl and twist gracefully, as if a feather imbued with heavenly purpose and on a mission to inspire greatness.In Boston...
And afterwards i regained my ungainly gait, uneven steps without purpose of direction or rhythm of being and i resigned myself to the pulsing hearts of those around me and without knowing began to dance, Next to a cute young art student in a deadened trance, whose swirls of pen and color mimicked so beautif
Gasp...a postI am a leaf on the wind. Sometimes I get blown into a puddle, Sometimes I am among the clouds. And soon, my edges will turn brown and curl, And I will join my brothers on the pavement In little northern towns draped in autumn.Gasp...a post
Blah poetry and junkFour thousand angry peasants at heaven’s gate Open up God, St. Peter Your virgin was late. And as time dictates The hungry will be fed And the guillotine strikes only the king’s head Dead. Oh King (of Kings) what dost thou desire More sacrifice of blood for oil Or cradles robbed and blinded Or halfwit leaders with big ass guns Or crazy dictators with nuclear bombs Suicide pacts and drug addicts withdrawn Sometime soon we’ll stop believing And then you’ll be gone.Blah poetry and junk
Lonely
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"If you had a dollar for everytime someone called you ugly, you'd be a millionare... An ugly ugly millionare." Hottopic pins are great, rofl
I think I might reread it, because i read it in math class
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Oil slicked feathers, putrid stenched water-bed
"mother nature's a whore," said the shotgun to the head
-Saul Williams
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