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05-13-2019, 02:32 AM | #61 |
Minion of Satan
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05-13-2019, 02:35 AM | #62 |
Minion of Satan
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WHEN YOU SEE
WHERE I SLEEP DON'T MAKE FUN IT'S MY ROOM IT'S NOT THAT BAD AND IT'S WHERE WE'LL SLEEP TONIGHT |
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05-13-2019, 02:38 AM | #63 |
Minion of Satan
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05-13-2019, 02:56 AM | #64 |
Minion of Satan
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05-13-2019, 06:57 AM | #65 |
real estate cowboy
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sums up pretty well how I feel
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05-13-2019, 07:26 AM | #66 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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You feel like brown water? Or plastic eggs?
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05-13-2019, 07:27 AM | #67 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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05-13-2019, 12:37 PM | #68 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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05-13-2019, 12:37 PM | #69 |
Minion of Satan
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05-13-2019, 01:01 PM | #70 |
Minion of Satan
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05-13-2019, 01:07 PM | #71 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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A MIND THAT KNOWS ITSELF
HAS A MIND TO KILL THE OTHER |
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05-13-2019, 01:07 PM | #72 |
Minion of Satan
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05-13-2019, 01:07 PM | #73 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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OH MY GOD
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05-13-2019, 01:08 PM | #74 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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DON'T GIVE UP LET'S GO FORGET ABOUT YOURSELF
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05-13-2019, 02:38 PM | #75 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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05-15-2019, 11:26 PM | #76 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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05-15-2019, 11:26 PM | #77 |
Minion of Satan
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05-15-2019, 11:26 PM | #78 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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It's all right
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05-17-2019, 02:05 AM | #79 |
Minion of Satan
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Lately, I've become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog. Or the broad edged silly music the wind Makes when I run for a bus... Things have come to that. And now, each night I count the stars, And each night I get the same number. And when they will not come to be counted, I count the holes they leave. Nobody sings anymore. And then last night, I tiptoed up To my daughter's room and heard her Talking to someone, and when I opened The door, there was no one there... Only she on her knees, peeking into Her own clasped hands. |
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05-17-2019, 02:06 AM | #80 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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The calm,
Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss. |
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05-17-2019, 02:07 AM | #81 |
Minion of Satan
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There are birds here,
so many birds here is what I was trying to say when they said those birds were metaphors for what is trapped between buildings and buildings. No. The birds are here to root around for bread the girl’s hands tear and toss like confetti. No, I don’t mean the bread is torn like cotton, I said confetti, and no not the confetti a tank can make of a building. I mean the confetti a boy can’t stop smiling about and no his smile isn’t much like a skeleton at all. And no his neighborhood is not like a war zone. I am trying to say his neighborhood is as tattered and feathered as anything else, as shadow pierced by sun and light parted by shadow-dance as anything else, but they won’t stop saying how lovely the ruins, how ruined the lovely children must be in that birdless city. |
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05-17-2019, 02:09 AM | #82 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it standing by the windows looking out in our directions back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks we are saying thank you in the faces of the officials and the rich and of all who will never change we go on saying thank you thank you with the animals dying around us taking our feelings we are saying thank you with the forests falling faster than the minutes of our lives we are saying thank you with the words going out like cells of a brain with the cities growing over us we are saying thank you faster and faster with nobody listening we are saying thank you thank you we are saying and waving dark though it is |
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05-17-2019, 02:10 AM | #83 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June's long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of it, while salty oblivion awaited others. You've seen the refugees going nowhere, you've heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earth's scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns. |
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05-17-2019, 02:12 AM | #84 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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Nautilus Island’s hermit
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village; she’s in her dotage. Thirsting for the hierarchic privacy of Queen Victoria’s century, she buys up all the eyesores facing her shore, and lets them fall. The season’s ill— we’ve lost our summer millionaire, who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean catalogue. His nine-knot yawl was auctioned off to lobstermen. A red fox stain covers Blue Hill. And now our fairy decorator brightens his shop for fall; his fishnet’s filled with orange cork, orange, his cobbler’s bench and awl; there is no money in his work, he’d rather marry. One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill’s skull; I watched for love-cars . Lights turned down, they lay together, hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . . My mind's not right. A car radio bleats, “Love, O careless Love. . . .” I hear my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell, as if my hand were at its throat. . . . I myself am hell; nobody’s here— only skunks, that search in the moonlight for a bite to eat. They march on their soles up Main Street: white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire under the chalk-dry and spar spire of the Trinitarian Church. I stand on top of our back steps and breathe the rich air— a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail She jabs her wedge-head in a cup of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail, and will not scare. |
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05-17-2019, 02:12 AM | #85 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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So it is better to speak
remembering we were never meant to survive. |
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05-17-2019, 10:16 AM | #86 |
Apocalyptic Poster
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05-17-2019, 06:45 PM | #87 |
Minion of Satan
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I like this a lot. Thanks for sharing
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05-21-2019, 01:11 AM | #88 |
Minion of Satan
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05-21-2019, 01:13 AM | #89 |
Minion of Satan
Location: i am volatile, a free spirit, a rogue agent
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A thorny red heart
around a thin arm inside a white bone The love is inborn |
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05-21-2019, 01:14 AM | #90 |
Minion of Satan
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