boby-wezy-f-boby-twob - Hello Poetry

He feels compelled to smack her *** Hot pants and red jeggings jeer him. The world cannot contain Weezy. Nor should it. He will smack her ***

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Jan 29, 2012

Jan 29, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC

Judith Butler.

He feels compelled to smack her *** Hot pants and red jeggings jeer him. The world cannot contain Weezy. Nor should it. He will smack her ***

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Yr gonna feel like **** The dinners, the openings all don't matter. The friends the small talk the bougie dishes all don't matter. You know this and I know this this is why we are friends.

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Jan 29, 2012

Jan 29, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC

He edits his obituary on Saturday nights.

Yr gonna feel like **** The dinners, the openings all don't matter. The friends the small talk the bougie dishes all don't matter. You know this and I know this this is why we are friends.

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I make my bed with a spot for you. Your weight numbs my arm. You the type of ***** make a ***** hit the gym. You giggle at my jokes and you smile and you won't not look at me. It makes me wrap my next armaround you. I guess you can call this a hug. I guess you can call me a python. You are in my head not my bed however, we fall asleep together and my right thigh hovers over to your left side. Tickling iron filaments. You manage to not break free you placate me till 3 and you open a window. It's hot. I held you so tight to keep you I know you debate climbing out that window every night. The elevation and yellow and horns once called my name too. It would be smart to learn new ways to squeeze you so you could never leave. Iem a block of ice.

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Jan 27, 2012

Jan 27, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC

Iem a block of ice

I make my bed with a spot for you. Your weight numbs my arm. You the type of ***** make a ***** hit the gym. You giggle at my jokes and you smile and you won't not look at me. It makes me wrap my next armaround you. I guess you can call this a hug. I guess you can call me a python. You are in my head not my bed however, we fall asleep together and my right thigh hovers over to your left side. Tickling iron filaments. You manage to not break free you placate me till 3 and you open a window. It's hot. I held you so tight to keep you I know you debate climbing out that window every night. The elevation and yellow and horns once called my name too. It would be smart to learn new ways to squeeze you so you could never leave. Iem a block of ice.

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You will reach a point in yr life. It will seem final cos you cannot perceive geometry. You are the wild one! You coin'd the goose chase! Don't act like you don't enjoy Chicken Run Mel Gibson with a cross can swim in the deepend!

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Dec 31, 2011

Dec 31, 2011 at 2:51 AM UTC

So broke So annoyed

You will reach a point in yr life. It will seem final cos you cannot perceive geometry. You are the wild one! You coin'd the goose chase! Don't act like you don't enjoy Chicken Run Mel Gibson with a cross can swim in the deepend!

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Faces on facebook in the crowd on the day Lookin for books a bookhole pulls our eyes together I saw you aligned. My eyes cross it's called Left Strabismus

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Dec 31, 2011

Dec 31, 2011 at 2:43 AM UTC

I knew i wanted to **** you

Faces on facebook in the crowd on the day Lookin for books a bookhole pulls our eyes together I saw you aligned. My eyes cross it's called Left Strabismus

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My professor told me to feel as he slid his hand down my pocket for charcoal. He got charcoal. I got a court summons.

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Dec 12, 2011

Dec 12, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC

Tenure

My professor told me to feel as he slid his hand down my pocket for charcoal. He got charcoal. I got a court summons.

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Got an idea for a pretty poem? Hold that thought while Yung Joc finishes plz. In the barnyard in the suburbs Blacktop recess was the best recess cos we were kettled together 90s nostalgia is limited to lame t.v shows why don't no one talk about the wet overcast no more?

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Dec 12, 2011

Dec 12, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC

Being Black

Got an idea for a pretty poem? Hold that thought while Yung Joc finishes plz. In the barnyard in the suburbs Blacktop recess was the best recess cos we were kettled together 90s nostalgia is limited to lame t.v shows why don't no one talk about the wet overcast no more?

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Everyone loves to talk **** Poets Activists Novelists Academics Professors the most Summon them up get a consensus (the kikuyu are a model not the annoying vermin of the jewish suburb) Fear is the core. America, Fear is yr core. Capitalism and all its intricacies and its lies its imminent failure (anorexics in red shirts laugh in hell) Marx and Chomsky and Precious Open a window- crack that- BREAK OPEN A WINDOW IN THE WALL let the mist leave it will only consume you if you learn to use it instead of oxygen A clear room will be a safe space to paint and film and write and dry off To talk a los otros sobre Spanish y la omkeer

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Dec 8, 2011

Dec 8, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC

1776-2011 America: your favorite white devil returns as part of his performance series *EXPERIMENTAL FEAR*

Everyone loves to talk **** Poets Activists Novelists Academics Professors the most Summon them up get a consensus (the kikuyu are a model not the annoying vermin of the jewish suburb) Fear is the core. America, Fear is yr core. Capitalism and all its intricacies and its lies its imminent failure (anorexics in red shirts laugh in hell) Marx and Chomsky and Precious Open a window- crack that- BREAK OPEN A WINDOW IN THE WALL let the mist leave it will only consume you if you learn to use it instead of oxygen A clear room will be a safe space to paint and film and write and dry off To talk a los otros sobre Spanish y la omkeer

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im gonna break it down to you real **** 5:04 PM then im out 5:04 PM stop waiting 5:04 PM and looking 5:04 PM nothing is there 5:05 PM but you and like yr body and stuff 5:05 PM there are pressing things 5:05 PM i can feel them around you and stuff 5:05 PM take a breather and stuff 5:05 PM youre fine and stuff 5:05 PM stop caring and stuff 5:05 PM be free and stuff 5:05 PM it's like that 5:06 PM you'll get nothing and be empty if you don't make the stuff

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Dec 8, 2011

Dec 8, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC

On her birthday

im gonna break it down to you real **** 5:04 PM then im out 5:04 PM stop waiting 5:04 PM and looking 5:04 PM nothing is there 5:05 PM but you and like yr body and stuff 5:05 PM there are pressing things 5:05 PM i can feel them around you and stuff 5:05 PM take a breather and stuff 5:05 PM youre fine and stuff 5:05 PM stop caring and stuff 5:05 PM be free and stuff 5:05 PM it's like that 5:06 PM you'll get nothing and be empty if you don't make the stuff

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I grew up in a place that is America in a shell: We recognize them We accept it We evolve into beasts. It's progress, it's experimenting, ya know? There was, there is (she's employed still) a ogre like creature She worked in an office She was responsible for guiding me and you to Zion We entrusted her not with respect Not with love but with hugs and chit chats during lunch period. They thought we were friends and at some point along the way We became friends. There was a fellow that was kicked and kicked and kicked again he was the pimple of Jackson's tableass. Our fellow went onto to do like you unknowingly, it was done knowing there was a time bomb and school went right on. We never found out who wrote that on the walls the one that got away was already gone He is almost done ticking.

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Dec 8, 2011

Dec 8, 2011 at 5:23 PM UTC

Cheltenham, Pennsylvania

I grew up in a place that is America in a shell: We recognize them We accept it We evolve into beasts. It's progress, it's experimenting, ya know? There was, there is (she's employed still) a ogre like creature She worked in an office She was responsible for guiding me and you to Zion We entrusted her not with respect Not with love but with hugs and chit chats during lunch period. They thought we were friends and at some point along the way We became friends. There was a fellow that was kicked and kicked and kicked again he was the pimple of Jackson's tableass. Our fellow went onto to do like you unknowingly, it was done knowing there was a time bomb and school went right on. We never found out who wrote that on the walls the one that got away was already gone He is almost done ticking.

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