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edgar-moneypenny
edgar-moneypenny
a mans collections of his thoughts / often in different states of mind
age of 15 combusted first greens age of 16 ****** no dreams age of 17 started slangin' QP's age of 18 got busted by police age of 19  benzos got the best of me age of 20 an empty shell is the rest of me. ...
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
ages
johnny don't need to go to school no more johnny got some bullets that dont shoot slow johnny got hisself a big auto-matic rifle johnny got his own version of the bible.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
Johnny
drop a mouse into a pool full of pyranhas and see what happens build those section 80 houses in that hood, go ahead...do it. The problem arises when not only one mouse is dropped, but a million at once, many of the mice will struggle and emerge victorious, possibly even favored by evolution or just blind luck. Many Many more of the mice will be ripped apart by the pyranhas, never even getting a glimpse of life beyond that miserable pond. The pyranhas will keep consuming.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
mobility
The came on the boat, not too long ago. We are not the natives to this land. They came in starvation, hearing the call of the huddled masses... all because one man couldn't plant more than one variety of potato. They could drink water on the boat but that doesn't stop the thirst, an irishmen is taken to the bottle at birth, but never weaned. An unwelcome visitor, no doubt the target of slander, they took up the courage not many would have. Go West Young Man.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
My ancestors
Once you go in the pit, you never come back the same. Your filthy ego cleansed of its failing heart, your crooked nose straightened, knees unscraped, tears unshed, gray hairs turn back to their former luster, wrinkles smoothed permanently. -E.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Pit
I'd tar and feather you Parade you around the town square grounds probably shoot you dead with my colt single action or draw and quarter you with four fine stallions, or sic the dogs on you with no mercy. but, alas it's 2017. So I will just sit here and write nonsense. -E.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
If It was 1870
slow down, deep breath, not as sure footed as your braggadocios ego would lead you to be. it pulls you in many directions but you can tug back sheepishly. the pines hold you or you hold the pines. You need not remember where you're going,or where you came from, you will sleep well tonight.
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
descending the pines
quiets my mind tingling in the cadence of what is or isn't. I know I am borrowing happiness form tomorrow, but to break the cycle would break my mind. The happiest people on the outside are the emptiest within. Treading the line, it matters not whether I make it back. ...................................................................................................................................
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
through the pines
It's merely a belief system, i say, and they listen Out where nobody can influence the primal nature is set free from within The beast jumps in the water, the man calls it baptism.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
The Church of the Wild
I look at the man on the street the bottle has drained his face of color the cigarette burns a hole through his fingers, still dimly lit and smoldering we are different, aren't we? I'd like to think so. We are different.... or are we?
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
busker