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fancy trender the algorithms adore me bits and bites love me girlfriends gush over what i write the promises and perjury i pour out though other few find it fascinating a collection of casual carousers deeply drunk and delirious leer and like fumble through and follow these wild words which long for your love and admonish apathy say something anything at least jovially jeer praise pompously i rest with my hands on the home keys derive inspiration from insignificant minutia and you read and read taking a break from your home row hum drum flaccid "oh thats nice" NEXT dont read and not write i give not two i should say *** but i wont i dont care how inarticulately evil you chose to be but you must write say something start a conversation engage your fellow artist what else are we doing here if not to inspire it was never an endeavor to impress our friends was it we found this place for any kind of outlet a chance to give breath to the lightening in our bottles this is our march on the collective consciousness that could be called washington london but when we march we hold hands chant sing speak with one another and form bonds and that should be done here too without those acts we are protestant pastors banging on pulpits toward a parish that no longer exists or if they do never say "amen" amen
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
fancy trender
fancy trender the algorithms adore me bits and bites love me girlfriends gush over what i write the promises and perjury i pour out though other few find it fascinating a collection of casual carousers deeply drunk and delirious leer and like fumble through and follow these wild words which long for your love and admonish apathy say something anything at least jovially jeer praise pompously i rest with my hands on the home keys derive inspiration from insignificant minutia and you read and read taking a break from your home row hum drum flaccid "oh thats nice" NEXT dont read and not write i give not two i should say *** but i wont i dont care how inarticulately evil you chose to be but you must write say something start a conversation engage your fellow artist what else are we doing here if not to inspire it was never an endeavor to impress our friends was it we found this place for any kind of outlet a chance to give breath to the lightening in our bottles this is our march on the collective consciousness that could be called washington london but when we march we hold hands chant sing speak with one another and form bonds and that should be done here too without those acts we are protestant pastors banging on pulpits toward a parish that no longer exists or if they do never say "amen" amen
*** [insert bible verse here]
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
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