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 Oct 2012 Jacobo Raymundo
Bill
The world is going into a slow regression ******* TV shows about spoiled rich ****** who are as about as interesting as  a city dump.
Movies reflect just how the intelectual bus has become way to packed and short.

Adam ******* yeah there's a true comic a idiot that makes weird voices and ****** movies good wholsome
family fun well you can put the family in a car and point them to the nearest cliff in my book.
We live in a dark age yet we design bubble gum images to destroy are senses.

Hey Gill how's Tommy?
Well after getting his legs blown of he's been stuck in front of the TV  for about a month and ses
why couldnt it have been my eyes instead.

Yeah i may seem harsh to  you just cause i dont like bubble gum ******* but ask yourself this.
Why is it more people will feed a hungry dog than a ******* starving person?
Why do people belive kids are so ******* advanced when in reallity there just more sexually active than smart

I got friend's that got kids the misreble little ****"s I asked one of the turds in highschool
so what do you think about this war?
He looked at me with a brainless expression and replied what war?

Yeah real deep thinker there yet if i asked him a what's good **** site the **** would
have  opened up like a dam directory.
Yeah were moving forward and slipping into a ******* coma as we speak the last great minds worry more over a ******* new phone than any answer to real problems

Hell it's like a bomb was dropped and all that was left was a a few roaches and some ***** mice.
Who's thirst for talentless ***** cannot be met by the television screen its herion for the thoughtless mind.
Night of the living ***** and the last few true voices are stuck in ****** farm house at each others throats

They flip on the television for new's.
Instead of information they get some stupid reallity show star hyping there next season
Yeah I gotta pitch for the Jersey Shore how bout next season in space !

And while your there send up old Adam cause the aleins will love to see a
fool make **** films that have as much depth as a kids sandbox.
the shame of this is i come off as the bad guy cause in this life you can pick on Jesus
but when you attack a millionare *******.

Well then your just being mean.
When the UV kicked in
there was sweat on her palms,
So she threw the shovel down;
she'd been working for too long.

Lying right beside her
was a body that was dead,
And as a tear slipped down her cheek she thought
"we could have been friends."

She was left with a hole,
she'd dug it 13 feet deep,
Just so that the body would have
a soundless place to sleep.

Then she picked the body up,
smearing blood on her hands,
And she dropped it 13 feet,
down to its quiet bed of sand.

She gazed at the body with
the spear through its chest,
With just a shovel and no fear,
the devil was impressed.

Then she took her ****** hands
and flattened out the ground,
envisioning the body's screams,
cringing at the sound.

She stood up and stepped back,
defining the word brave,
While 13 letters in the sand read,
"I am love's grave."
You told me to meet you on the hill

And i suddenly got a chill.

I lay here under the stars

As i fall asleep in your arms

And you rest your head against mine,

It feels as though we are intertwine.

I began to gleam

But awoke to a dream.

I see you walk by

So I go and say hi,

But I cant help but look

Until you got me by the hook

And your eyes have me dazed,

But you seem unfazed.

I just wanted to scream

Until I realised it was only a dream.

I sit with you and have a meal

And it seemed so unreal

As you tell a joke that was so corny,

But leads to a good story.

We lose track of time

And it was nighttime,

As you hug me goodbye I began to beam,

But saddly it was all just a dream.
Motivated by the light
I sit in the darkness and plan my escape,
the lighter reminds me of the sun.
I drift off to a faraway land,
it is always sunny here.
 Oct 2012 Jacobo Raymundo
Jack
though she is smiling,
it is not at me.
she gazes upon me everywhere I go,
yet it is I who does the gazing

I know I cannot feel her skin,
but I touch it anyway.
although she is right in front of me,
I dont know where to find her

...and yet, I always know where to find her.

in my heart.

she knows not how I care for her,
because sometimes, her picture is all I have
Oh my,
I
could hold you

Safe
in heavy arms,
against my strong
chest pressed with aroma;

and there you could press gentle lips,
show me weakness
and strength
in myself.

Oh my
what I
would trade to hold you
would never let me hold you as I can.

— The End —