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Mike Arms--1 day ago write a few lines, I'll match em. Can you do it ? david badgerow--14 hours ago banjo strings frayed by broken fingernails fistful of downers to sleep this night away i open my eyelids out of dream, singing ladies' eyes downcast thru fear & tobacco smoke wake up, roll joint, get this day started. Mike Arms--10 hours ago being pure ether ain't no ****** picnic this september looks right at ***** smearing its pale arms reaching clearly into murderers lungs groping mute celibate if you beheld her whole form means silence david badgerow--10 hours ago lying back on the car seat, her eyelids heavy she breathes diamonds and pure electricity in an endless velvet desert, radio warbles over a hill "oh, if i were young again, legs spread leaning against a table." hard labor, aluminum tubes between continental divide echo chamber vibrations plunging their tiny lamps in and out of her eyeball Mike Arms--8 hours ago Hard Luck Man crossing floods inanimate intelligence is assassinated they cross themselves a world deaf *** revolution worst gamble you remain
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
hard luck man (with mike arms)
Mike Arms--1 day ago write a few lines, I'll match em. Can you do it ? david badgerow--14 hours ago banjo strings frayed by broken fingernails fistful of downers to sleep this night away i open my eyelids out of dream, singing ladies' eyes downcast thru fear & tobacco smoke wake up, roll joint, get this day started. Mike Arms--10 hours ago being pure ether ain't no ****** picnic this september looks right at ***** smearing its pale arms reaching clearly into murderers lungs groping mute celibate if you beheld her whole form means silence david badgerow--10 hours ago lying back on the car seat, her eyelids heavy she breathes diamonds and pure electricity in an endless velvet desert, radio warbles over a hill "oh, if i were young again, legs spread leaning against a table." hard labor, aluminum tubes between continental divide echo chamber vibrations plunging their tiny lamps in and out of her eyeball Mike Arms--8 hours ago Hard Luck Man crossing floods inanimate intelligence is assassinated they cross themselves a world deaf *** revolution worst gamble you remain
this is something mike arms and i just threw together. pretty raw, but it's nice
david-badgerow
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34/M/American
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
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