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calling IV calling all truck drivers calling all car dealers all scuba divers all potato peelers all mothers all sons all brothers calling all who’ve won all losers, users, and just all perusers of rusty lust calling all criminals all those who’ve tussled and cussed calling all mechanics and all whom, in them, trust calling all politicians for i must beg of ye to see this infinity in we calling all ministers of high finance all fragile tendencies toward your dance with your blossoming children and their salty breezes their blown into kerchiefs and their seizing sneezes seeing you as you carry them toward our unifying dust i hold no ill will toward that soil you till i’ve passed around your notes, your bonds, and your bills i’d thought i’d be one of you ‘til i met a few untils love your children, and love yourself, for they shall carry your ashes into a box upon a shelf that dust behind all wealth calling all foxes, dogs, cats, chickens, and beetles all sages, rosemary, spikes, and needles all wages, incendiaries, wallops, and weebles all pages, all poets all police, all panthers all those battling fires without and within all those atop towers all whom are twins calling all wheels upon all surfaces all of those mired in a sense of worthlessness calling all kings calling all nations calling all jordan’s, americas, and native stations we’re writing too much blood into not enough ground we’ve survived our flood and are forever bound calling brother abel and brother cain father abraham and mother pain you’ve traumatized me from all this blood you’ve lain i see peace in all your eyes blown to pieces in terrorizing replies calling all consumers, producers, unionizers, and managers corporations, and not for profit planners all doctors, nurses, clients, and programmers advertisers, marketers, bloggers, and spammers all engineers of damns, bridges, and destructions those who fell they’re ****** due to their suctions i’ve sensed a fragile beauty in your moistened orbs you all carry i beg of you all to come from love lay down your swords i beg you not tarry come women laying into asphalt come scientists predicting san andreas’ fault come widows, charlatans, and poets of trite all ye poets weeping into ye hands all ye poets of darkness and light perfect light and darkness are myths upon this earth just as perfect black and white are myths spun from history’s dearth
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
calling IV
calling IV calling all truck drivers calling all car dealers all scuba divers all potato peelers all mothers all sons all brothers calling all who’ve won all losers, users, and just all perusers of rusty lust calling all criminals all those who’ve tussled and cussed calling all mechanics and all whom, in them, trust calling all politicians for i must beg of ye to see this infinity in we calling all ministers of high finance all fragile tendencies toward your dance with your blossoming children and their salty breezes their blown into kerchiefs and their seizing sneezes seeing you as you carry them toward our unifying dust i hold no ill will toward that soil you till i’ve passed around your notes, your bonds, and your bills i’d thought i’d be one of you ‘til i met a few untils love your children, and love yourself, for they shall carry your ashes into a box upon a shelf that dust behind all wealth calling all foxes, dogs, cats, chickens, and beetles all sages, rosemary, spikes, and needles all wages, incendiaries, wallops, and weebles all pages, all poets all police, all panthers all those battling fires without and within all those atop towers all whom are twins calling all wheels upon all surfaces all of those mired in a sense of worthlessness calling all kings calling all nations calling all jordan’s, americas, and native stations we’re writing too much blood into not enough ground we’ve survived our flood and are forever bound calling brother abel and brother cain father abraham and mother pain you’ve traumatized me from all this blood you’ve lain i see peace in all your eyes blown to pieces in terrorizing replies calling all consumers, producers, unionizers, and managers corporations, and not for profit planners all doctors, nurses, clients, and programmers advertisers, marketers, bloggers, and spammers all engineers of damns, bridges, and destructions those who fell they’re ****** due to their suctions i’ve sensed a fragile beauty in your moistened orbs you all carry i beg of you all to come from love lay down your swords i beg you not tarry come women laying into asphalt come scientists predicting san andreas’ fault come widows, charlatans, and poets of trite all ye poets weeping into ye hands all ye poets of darkness and light perfect light and darkness are myths upon this earth just as perfect black and white are myths spun from history’s dearth
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rf-jordan
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
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