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since billy wroyte a book of poweetry iant one else wantt to shjare tyheir works? heres some improtu shit im going to bust out (just like marshal matherers aka eminem dans la 8 mile)
love. where were you when i had no shoulder to carry my neck on? love. you have found me. my heart bleeds blood that my heart pushes, this city was built on land that was more beautiful before the city was built here, until you (l;ove) came and mafe itr better than the previously un built city. take me awayu on your wings so i can crawl onto the seashells of tommorows seafood, (C)2004, PANTYFACE PRODUCTIONS you try |
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you are beautiful
but not as beautiful as my cat she, who is like a sphinx at night who licks my face is more beautiful than you |
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that, my dear sir, is art |
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amongst canned food items,
i found a cracker/peanut butter snack, it was lost, so was i, we found each other, and the reduce to clear sticker soldifed my assumptions , that were ment to be to 2gether, (C)2004 all my love, |
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i am sitting on my bed now, i thought i was going to go to sleep but i think love has possessed my body and made sleep unneccessasry.
that means i can share more of my love wioth you.. another sonnet: my froom smells, like the shit from my ass, im going to clean it tomorrow, i have a reason to try to practisethe once mystical hygienics now (c)2004 |
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im going to bed
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These are the words of my soul,
They're black and mild like a friendly mole Like his scurrying subterranean hands, I seek the truth under root, and sands Because I live in a lusch desert, The symbolism of that last line is overt |
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I give up! Maybe this lifestyle isn't right for me! I can't be everything you want me to be!
*moves out of Manhatten, crying* |
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dark bastions of oblique anguish
misery, pain, fear and doom thine touch whispers nocturnal carrion thine eyes drink velvet deception hey that's a catchy goth chorus right therehttp://forums.netphoria.org/wwwboard/icons/icon10.gif |
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With the surfacing of this inner drama,
And the minute strength of a flustering quail, I shall throw myself into a brief coma And my last sign of life shall be my feathers light flail |
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Minion of Satan
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i was never cool
in school |
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But alas
I am in love With the creativity I blast Supersonically From my hovering fingers above Keyboard, my victim Who's only personal whim Is that I may cease To tread on him |
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Consume my pants.
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[size= 100]LIKE A LION CHASING A BUTTERFLY[/size]
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I Didn’t, Asshole
I didn’t excuse myself awkwardly In a lofty prose attack, although I was feeling off, snotty - undoubtedly sneaky – swindled poems for beer on all sides. Argument sleeping on our drunken tongues - That tired and true scam, foxy intention - You with your mean love, and me with my love, Baring our deepest failure acumen. You didn’t believe my weak surrender - Affluence for routine, like some cool ruse - Like I spoiled your night, slighted your mother, Lied to trump you. I’m sure you hate me too, Asshole. In the ladies’ room, nothing’s wrong, I left to better hear that far-off song. |
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this, my friends, is art:
be thy road of distinguished balderdash an observation following me path whither kissing of truthful sidenotes bending thee bending thee fishy bogeymen lending me thy pomegranate pie whilst lumbering those tasty bums brightening santa clause brightening santa clause |
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Braindead
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aw come on that one was sheer brilliance
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l0l u gay and man, a philosophy exam? that totally beats the point of philosophy ... or something. im tired. good luck though anyway. |
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