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Pain in the thighs from the endless straddles Pin ****** in the ribs from a poorly made white willows dress All are things much desired by a pudgy adolescent female A garment of ill conceived freedom An illusion Of frolic in utopia It was just a small gate way to the mud caked feet And into the auto eclipses Of stargazing zombies Those still relied on vintage kaleidoscopes All Full of cracks See in her bleeding ignorance the shores still remained open Turquoise schooners unleashed The tree tops were still aching to be claimed Reincarnated as a paradise for attractive drifters Not even the all mouth beasts can contain her patented enthusiasm The straw huts break for assembly under a tiny hand Too bad the cracks have been secured The air was kept to boil and stain the linoleum Echoes of a puritan called to action The streams soon hardened to form plastic shelving And the orange flowers collapse to form packing materials Onto the plastic shelving is were we placed the books The books that know that freedom is just copy right infringement And life is a micromanaging instruction Designed to make workers eat their own demise Grid-less prosperity cremated in the corner of a starter home Only an anthropologic mistake Meant to ward of a mass pandemic of sudden infant death syndrome The pudgy filled girl, The comedic car and the overproduced dress They will learn the value of a hot meal and a good ******** The dreamers almost stole her away in their patchwork parachute But we sent her away to Universidad And the world is her worthless cluster ****
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
and the camels pray for you
Pain in the thighs from the endless straddles Pin ****** in the ribs from a poorly made white willows dress All are things much desired by a pudgy adolescent female A garment of ill conceived freedom An illusion Of frolic in utopia It was just a small gate way to the mud caked feet And into the auto eclipses Of stargazing zombies Those still relied on vintage kaleidoscopes All Full of cracks See in her bleeding ignorance the shores still remained open Turquoise schooners unleashed The tree tops were still aching to be claimed Reincarnated as a paradise for attractive drifters Not even the all mouth beasts can contain her patented enthusiasm The straw huts break for assembly under a tiny hand Too bad the cracks have been secured The air was kept to boil and stain the linoleum Echoes of a puritan called to action The streams soon hardened to form plastic shelving And the orange flowers collapse to form packing materials Onto the plastic shelving is were we placed the books The books that know that freedom is just copy right infringement And life is a micromanaging instruction Designed to make workers eat their own demise Grid-less prosperity cremated in the corner of a starter home Only an anthropologic mistake Meant to ward of a mass pandemic of sudden infant death syndrome The pudgy filled girl, The comedic car and the overproduced dress They will learn the value of a hot meal and a good ******** The dreamers almost stole her away in their patchwork parachute But we sent her away to Universidad And the world is her worthless cluster ****
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
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