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#chew
I want to pick apart your brain. Cut it up. Chew on it. Consume it. Digest it. There’s no reason to be afraid. It’s simply –what I do –who I am: Brain Surgeon.
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Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
Brain Surgeon
The sound of your thoughts crunch through my brain every time I chew through your lies
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Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 5:09 AM UTC
I chewed
Chew slowly, it has thorns Advice on the table and in love.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Advice
You finally found someone who understands you more than I, so I guess I will be saying my final goodbye. When the night will dawn, the departed will be looked on. With them will be I, whispering in your ears a spooky lullaby. I wish the nights never end, cause our bond needs to be amend. I will sit right next to you, all the nights through. Bite off more than one can chew. Your nights I will haunt. Black and blue to flaunt. We will always be together, my hand holding tight to your death tether.
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
Not Alone
Why is it people bite off more than their willing to chew? ©
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
Thoughts 101
It's only as tough as you make it Do these words seem right or wrong I've heard them spoken, almost all of my life It's natural to think they belong Let's take the word tough, and define it What exactly does it mean to you The meanings it has are many As an adjective: it's tough to cut or chew As a noun: your cruel and brutal And learned to fight in the streets It also means you might have some pain And that fabric can take on some beats So you see it's only what you make it It's all a point of view Be ready and willing to take it on Just remember it is hard to chew.... Brian Hill - 2019 # 183
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Tough...?
bite it, chew it, it just holds, around again. just like, my broken self respect.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
bubble gum
I'm showing him new ways to ***** Try to forget the past lovers, especially the last. I let him bite and chew on my recipe for the stew. Let the precious events glide while I sat and lied. But I wouldn't call them lovers, as they made me numb. They would sit and stare with another affair. They wouldn't want to do the things he asks me to.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
Better Than The Last
You were the most colorful but your flavour was short lived "unwraps another"
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
Flavored Gum
No one should try and bite off more than what they can ever chew because they’ll get themselves into difficulties if and when they do. Everybody usually tries to get by with what they each can score but sometimes their greed backfires on them if they go for more. _________________
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
Quatrain #355 - No one should try and ......
I never bite my nails, the taste is just not for me. I see others chew on pinkies and much to my disgust they chop on them between their teeth. Do you know where they have been, do you know you didn't wash your hands Now your biting the tips. I noticed that those who chew, have stubby fingers looking grossly. Use a pair of scissors manicure appropriately. Please don't bite your nails, then spit them out near me. Its not the wild west there isn't spit buckets to collect rejected nail clippings. Paint them, trim them, manicure them properly. but please don't chew them, its unhygienic and is so unsanitary.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
Nail Biters...
They said I already ate I have not chewed Neither felt any taste Do I really ate? Probably I have forgotten Or lost the taste.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
NG Feed
(alternately known as the Doubting Thomas Crown Taj Mahal Cupid Affair) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fortunate (for me) thee bona fide "FAKE" Cupid (aka Decoy Donald Duck and side kickstarter Jay Rad, colluded donning one alias, which (former and latter) amounted tube bing disguised incognito as the cingular "Ivan Ha Bea Robber Baron)," while same above placed their System Of A Down on high alert whereby, they unwittingly, fortunately, and accidentally discerned disquieting "noise" i.e. static electronic crackling purportedly from nemesis, asper sans above whereby broadcasters colluded confusingly, congruously, and convincingly as thee infamous digital (duplicity) faux "Big Mac" Trump. The chalkboard scratching, hair sprayed bouffant, and knuckle crackling appeared tubby the handiwork cleverly disguised (as tinpot dictator antics of Moscow's version, sans Putin on the ritz), which decrypted garble (a fluke) as iterated above strongly emanating via polygamous, prestigious, and pseudonymous pull no punches ploy innocently convincing feigned duo code named "Ashley Madison and Bert" disclosing (when uncovered), a heartless conspiracy in concert with Sesame Street studded lesser known Muppets pretending tubby oil tycoon Bedouins intent to fleece "sensitive" top secret military defense contracts, which Russian motley crue ace double agents intended this act of espionage thence sabotage feted as a Black Sabbath Lupercalia feint not for the faint hearted clubby fete where Cupid given free rule of the roost allowing, enabling and proffering Cyrillic chattering Cherubim hook cooked United States "figurative goose" lock, stock and barrel, which stratagem captured president unawares and did significantly boost Eastern Bloc reconnaissance (on par with the Philadelphia Eagles winning 2018 Super Bowl LII which surprise clenching championship wrought frenzied hoopla, gala, and bacchanalia where barenaked ladies cavorted nsync with beastie boys, whence City of Brotherly love hoopla found nearly every man, woman and child ****** (analogous to each person garnering an early Sainted Patrick's *** of gold.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Das Capital Tarnished Valentine
(alternately known as the Doubting Thomas Crown Taj Mahal Cupid Affair) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fortunate (for me) thee bona fide "FAKE" Cupid (aka Decoy Donald Duck and side kickstarter Jay Rad, colluded donning one alias, which (former and latter) amounted tube bing disguised incognito as the cingular "Ivan Ha Bea Robber Baron)," while same above placed their System Of A Down on high alert whereby, they unwittingly, fortunately, and accidentally discerned disquieting "noise" i.e. static electronic crackling purportedly from nemesis, asper sans above whereby broadcasters colluded confusingly, congruously, and convincingly as thee infamous digital (duplicity) faux "Big Mac" Trump. The chalkboard scratching, hair sprayed bouffant, and knuckle crackling appeared tubby the handiwork cleverly disguised (as tinpot dictator antics of Moscow's version, sans Putin on the ritz), which decrypted garble (a fluke) as iterated above strongly emanating via polygamous, prestigious, and pseudonymous pull no punches ploy innocently convincing feigned duo code named "Ashley Madison and Bert" disclosing (when uncovered), a heartless conspiracy in concert with Sesame Street studded lesser known Muppets pretending tubby oil tycoon Bedouins intent to fleece "sensitive" top secret military defense contracts, which Russian motley crue ace double agents intended this act of espionage thence sabotage feted as a Black Sabbath Lupercalia feint not for the faint hearted clubby fete where Cupid given free rule of the roost allowing, enabling and proffering Cyrillic chattering Cherubim hook cooked United States "figurative goose" lock, stock and barrel, which stratagem captured president unawares and did significantly boost Eastern Bloc reconnaissance (on par with the Philadelphia Eagles winning 2018 Super Bowl LII which surprise clenching championship wrought frenzied hoopla, gala, and bacchanalia where barenaked ladies cavorted nsync with beastie boys, whence City of Brotherly love hoopla found nearly every man, woman and child ****** (analogous to each person garnering an early Sainted Patrick's *** of gold.
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Limerick me this, she cooed as she proffer me, her cooch dipping tongue as her bell rung too bad, I had to chew ewwww
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
It's shouldn't be chunky (Limerick)
I still look for her in you. You told me you could dig blue, I said, "I dig you." We shouted "Boo!" and "Happy Holidays" too. But somehow I felt she was still in my queue. What a picture for myself I drew, Always focusing on the morning dew. Labeling my fantasies as true, Still figuring out how to shake her glue. You were new, so I thought I’d be able to see you through.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
I DIG YOU
You chewed me up And spit me out Like a piece of stale gum. Then you stepped on me So you could drag me around A bit longer.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Attached
With the reception I'm getting from you I might as well be in Timbuktu It's a growing feeling of deja vu All my words you misconstrue I tried to explain till in the face I'm peacock blue One of these days your gonna get whats due And life, on you is gonna chew And spit you out like rancid stew Then maybe you will feel bad for what you do Treating me like a pair of old tennis shoes Walking on me until your through An apology is overdue Don't give me that look you know it's true With you every thing is a hullabaloo I think I'll find someone new With them I'll move to Kallamazo There my life you can't askew
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Rancid Stew
*Chew that gum, Flick that wrist, And be that bratty little princess, That nobody wants to kiss, Oh, Prince Charming? He's hoppin' on his horse, Riding to the sunset, To get away from you, So shut your face, Chew your gum, And be a ******* diva, Wearing that ******* crown.*
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Princess
Why? Why? Why? Why? Poetry doesn't have to rhyme It doesn't even have to be in time Why? Why? Why? Why? People don't have to like you Even if you like them too Why? Why? Why? Why? The question isn't asking who It's asking chew But... Why? Why? Why? Why?
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Rhyme
He gave me a choice, you know. Have a will of my own, or follow Him into battle. One bite. One bite to free us all. Did I dare? No. Yes. No. Yes! I dared to be intoxicated, be blamed for it all. Bite, chew, swallow. He gave me a choice. And I dared to take the wrong path.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
He Gave Me A Choice
I Chew...Chew...Chew Keep Focus On My Gum I Chew...Chew...Chew Don't Want To Bite My Tongue Can't Walk and Chew All At The Same Time I Chew...Chew...Chew The Sweetness Its All Mine
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Chew My Gum