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Don't cry in the whisky baby I am an alcoholic highlight reel mostly made from concentrated words-- I'll quit when I'm ready for all kinds of art vibrating love venom, and words like love-- I can't seem to agree with authority. My ankle indicates some sprain or tweak. There's plenty of beer in the fridge, I am not going to *** my pants ever again like a **** and bottle of bourbon. Thanks, I'm full but parents never cared. The road is litered-- the marrow ****** from their veins everyday and the gypsy whisper of "why are we?" is in my heartbeat. There it went, frolicking through the midnight sky like a car wreck, haunting, like the song "Scarborough Fair."
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:09 PM UTC
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Don't cry in the whisky baby I am an alcoholic highlight reel mostly made from concentrated words-- I'll quit when I'm ready for all kinds of art vibrating love venom, and words like love-- I can't seem to agree with authority. My ankle indicates some sprain or tweak. There's plenty of beer in the fridge, I am not going to *** my pants ever again like a **** and bottle of bourbon. Thanks, I'm full but parents never cared. The road is litered-- the marrow ****** from their veins everyday and the gypsy whisper of "why are we?" is in my heartbeat. There it went, frolicking through the midnight sky like a car wreck, haunting, like the song "Scarborough Fair."
I have a bunch of unfinished poems, so I decided to look at all of them, and without changing anything, take the first line of one and combine it with the second line of another and combine that with a third line of.... you get the idea. Second stanza is the same thing, just starting from another point from the first poem.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:09 PM UTC
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