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A dog so diseased it chews its own tailIm coming of age / In the era of the devoid / Hollow greed seeps unearned
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Nov 30, 2010
and the camels pray for youPain in the thighs / from the endless straddles / Pin ****** in the ribs
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Nov 30, 2010
A Sand Box of onepower lives in the sticks of the youthful retrogrades / peddling away at toy cars and glass bombs / So much potential weakened by the seduction of mediocrity
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Jan 6, 2011
******* to this earthIs not only ordinary in the most vile sense / It also lacks the creative imbalance / That which pulses through the blood of cryptic elders
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Nov 30, 2010
Candy land ConcoctionDon’t be enticed by the fluorescent groping / The Outstretched hands from the darkened soot that was once a forest / The tiny lurkers that will naw at your feet,
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Nov 30, 2010
Cannibalism in the laundry matTo be taken silently with violence / Not to utter a salutation / Just the cracking of a door hinge
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Nov 30, 2010
Initial assault on NirvanaEnlightenment is explosion Its means your mind is virtually certain Either been butchered Or wobbling or wondering Like a curtain thrown from system strongholds Threat of retaliation, with its more we feel the beauty / Trash bins for leftover, Buddha said the same thing A Zen master would say sidewalks If you work too hard the latent anarchists or God will attain anything Not to make everyone the same prostitution Capital into an asphalt jungle, the proportions of our own body Ritual *** on the other hand it may be too idealistic / Blood **** ended no need to talk about Unorganized and we can see the beauty Her face covered with blood you try to do it all at once Since most of the victims realized that you are one One whole, many thousands of innocents Brainwashed whites with reality Anarchy and savagery grew emptiness Subsequently died in a wise and effective way
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Apr 28, 2011
Jesus for a dayIt is deep waves of peril / Living only to be washed over in fear blankets / Frigid white lights oscillate deafening strands on the base of someone’s hammer
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Nov 30, 2010
life is in the emptyThe empty beer cans that you used to defy gravity / They empty shampoo canisters that washed away your wrath and loss / The empty notebooks not filled with the poetry you weren’t inspired enough to write
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Apr 27, 2011
Long live the monument!A inkling should never expel it self / Not as a smoking diatribe / Especially not oozing from the cracks
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Nov 30, 2010
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