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The rose turns towards the sun,
the bile that comes from the duct of your soul,
swimming away in the rivers of no less than three states.
Him soul getting worse, the hunger worse, the repressed repossesed are worse
She getum goddamn fuck he hopes
No years have been fed since him angry, circuitous malingering of unfathamoble debts.
Thwee, thwee swee,
when shall I ever smell the mayflowers againe
For she was the manipulator and I would only know because I am the manipulator
Massive fuck, a massive fuck is enthrusted to you
Her tear rolls, one thickly,
one slick, tear almost
but what tear is more virtuous, than those of a whore.
HE getum job, he makes the grade
Forgive him lord for he knows not what me do
Green, squat fagmunch, tottled on the shore
one jumped up and slapped a whore
momma call the doctor and the doctor swayed
"get better imsurance so me can get paid."
DID I tell you I found your twin? A stripper from Paris whose passion is sin
What kinda shit you blathering again?
"nothing. I just sit at my desk and earning nothing, being nothing, no ideas, nothing at all in my heart and
honestly I think I'm impotent these days, unfortunately. Nothing moves me, except the desperation of the state-to-state. Speeding down the highway fastem with the blaring gong of techno pop.
I never wanted to be so wrong but here we are,
in the middle of history,
which is an old storytold
the enemy of memory
the forgoer of truth
the retardation of progress
the light shows through the rose glass
of the cathedral at dawn
"We may be the generation that sees Armageddon."
Ronald Reagan, December 26, 1985
A baby coos in a sapphire cradle, 4 days old
He will see armageddon,demise of a hopeful home.
Look around and tell me what has changed, between
the decades and the short holidays,
in the middle of the drinks consumed at the end of the
day, the empty bottles tossed in the street like
Of all the rebellion that still shopped in a big box store
the admission, really, that the american people - do not want a democracy,
a one sided ruby die - two would mean
that they would have to accept those "people"
that they....do not...agree with...those ignorant, misinformed droves
Where are the places that your enemies dwell?
I'm living in the past and a thousand years into the future -
and from here the future seems inevitable,
us people all or not.
You're never going to know the truth
the bare faction of maps
laid out in cotton dollars.
Where the heart desired to fly
and wherein history drove the blade.
The truth and what's right is besides love.
Stone death of veins like coal shafts
you cannot get me fired up on politics
We are in the middle of history, not the forefront
Grey doves litter the streets, we call them pigeons
"cooo, cooo" the gentlest caw, which, should bring
comfort, not a kick-yer-ass mentality of the sidewalk fury,
100 years of shitty cities gone paved up and up.
Beyond the narcissism, beyond the heartstrings pulled
again and again. Beyond the daily pettiness we have
enough nukes to strike it all out, but why do you want to silence
all the internet voices?
A neighbor gets fucked. Someone with glasses stares me
right in the eyes and addresses my prejudices. My eyes well
up at my made up lovers eyes. I deactivate my facebook in another
fury that started years ago.
Lover/Empath/Sex: Floparoo, always
Only a good soldier. Does what he's told.
He's on the run again, and again, ever since he stood outside the doors of his highschool at dusk, and
wished more than anything else to run away from it all. And never stopped. I can't stop to smell the flowers of your community, or your kiss.
I wish I had died that one day instead of my dad. Floparoo, son.
OF ADULT SWIM
THOU ARE MAKE MAKE ME SICKLES
YOUR HUMOUR IS DIM
SHITTY SATANIC CRUDDLES
YOUR BLACK AND WHITE DUDDLES
STOOPID DEATH ROCKERS
backmasking backmasking backmasking
lemme turn this muthafucka upside down
they call me
Greetings Ng'ers, and those of you in the college computer lab surfing while you should be studying.
MAY I remind you that as a citizen of the Newgrounds, it is your right to VOTE on submissions and either SAVE a fine, promising flash animation, or BLAM THE EVERLASTING CRAPOLA out of the trite, puerile drivel that floats about.
If you don't like it, BLAM IT. DIS aint'nt YOUTUBE!
Under Judgement is where all the garbage could indeed be wallowing. Clean it up if it sux for it is so close to death and free drive space already, blam it away with 0's abounding and you shall indeed know, instintively, if it does, and by the chances of heaven if it doesn't, help it rise up.
BE ON YOUR WAY, GOOD CITIZEN!!! A FINE GROUNDINGS TO YOU ALL IN 2015!!
- ITs MY birthday and I suppose that you could slightly, minutely consider that I used to be WAY more fun and cool before I sealed up like waxen ziplock baggies and grew a bald spot of uptight shame filled poopsicleness.
- I left Los Angeles and then I left the Bay Area and then after 10 years of up and downfuck I left California altogether. The dream is over.
- Baldchinian, that is what I am.
- Haven't had sex in 2.75 years.
- Always on the run, whats the crime she said. Who's the culprit.
FOOKLE DANG BOOM BOOM
IM ZO OLD and you're so young, saeth the young dood with a diamond in his bum
I want to let go of this computer so very badly; to destroy the portal between me and the unreal, and the un-me. What I see is not me. Images are not people. Enough with the blasted simulacra.
Let go of fear
to destroy illusions
The sound of rain upon the
still green pond,
one drop of dew trickled
on a single petal
of our cherry blossom
If illusions destroy one's life
destroy one's illusions
to forge life anew
Imma find me jerb gon chasing the dimes
they told me I was living american dreams
but I was after dimes
in the gutters
of every cement block
colored red and white
with blue starry puddles