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Chloe Cresse Oct 2013
February 20, 1967
When Aberdeen, Washington became home to a legend
Throwing pebbles at cops
and falling in love with Punk Rock
1985 is when it all fell apart
The divorce shattered his poor, frail heart
Then along came Krist, Pat, and Dave
Who made his life worth the wait
"I Rather Be Hated For Who I Am Than Loved For Who I Am Not."
Against judgement, racists, and sexualists he fought.
He's an inspiration to few
because of what he chose to do.

April 5, 1994
Down he feel with the gun in his hand on the floor.
"Peace, Love, and Empathy." was left on the letter
A Document that Courtney and Frances struggled to read later.
Fans left with faithful lyrics and sorrow
He always said they weren't promised tomorrow.
Rumors of conspiracies and ****** spread
Courtney finally announced that he wanted to be dead.
"It's Better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away."
and just like that Kurt Cobain had changed  my life in every way.
Kurt Cobain has been my inspiration since day 1. Nirvana has always been my favorite band. Everything he has quoted I can relate to, and that's what I love.
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2018
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are used by "silver", "gold" and silver,
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tonylongo Mar 2020
The hurricane winds are a bore
When they’ve been pushing you around
For two-thirds of a century
There’s nothing surprising about what torsion can do:
I know, I know,
It’s real but it’s all in your head, both at once,
Your collarbone is at 227 degrees toward Polaris
And meanwhile your left hip is rotating in a
Hyperskewed dimension only plottable with
Imaginary numbers, which is a problem
For peristaltic functions dependent on
Newtonian mechanics – sigh, shiver, burp,
Keep your awareness don’t fall over
BORING.
You’ve been on orange alert since Ike.

Let’s run down the repertoire of available distractions.
Jokiness? Sometimes worked in small
Person-to-person settings (you see the current problem)
But amazingly hard to pull off in text;
Mentally mugging the innocent online?
Leaves a bad taste.
Obliterating lust? Seems to have annihilated itself
Except in pain-in-the-*** dreams, the actually-asleep kind.
Guitar, or similar toys? Only fun as long as you keep finding
Novelty – which turns into, you know, work.

Drowning your mind in other people’s stuff?
This is the scary part.
Sometimes, still, for a little while; but never for long;
Not the freshest, not the most age-old time-tested brilliance;
Metaphors fall apart – the plot devices cannot hold -
You blink twice and the wind’s whipped the page out of your grip
And twisted your neck down up inside your ******* again.

So blowblowblowblowblow, babybrainballoons,
And Crack Your Cheeks,
Coz the only shred of hope is that if we all keep
Caterwauling our pissant poetic brains out at maximum vocal volume
Preamped and reverbed by global satellite systems to some
Unpredictable transhuman force it might eventually
OutShout the drone of Earth’s idiotic entropy
Kuz krist I’m bored of standing up in the wind
Ike was Dwight D. Eisenhower. My earliest memory related to print is asking Mom about a Daily News headline saying something about "IKE"
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2022
בעל יתושים

i've found him! hiding in plain sight! right there on the crucifix! the lord of mosquitos! the greatest troll that our pandemonium has ever known! look at him, in his glorious blood-thirst, it's not enough to merely drink blood, he had to metaphor wine as blood! our greatest asset so far! you can call him Jesus Christ if you want... fellow of the Milton & Co., didn't he call for a blood-lust, didn't he spawn myths of vampires, didn't Elizabeth Bathory bath in ****** blood of peasant girls? weren't the two world wars staged under his stewardship... wisdom?! what about the wisdom bound to / associated with the Milton & Co.: i.e. better to rule in hell than be a servant in heaven? son of god my ***... b'ah al' ya'tuś / ya'tuš (depends how you want to interpret the Hebrew shin: שׁ, שׂ, ס) - but that's only an approximate for the name of Jesus Christ from where i come from, or rather, where i am going, after all... the above name refers to Lord Mosquito, not the Lord of Mosquitos, but we all know that Lord of Mosquitos is implied... the great troll - by the modern definition of the word - that ever existed... come to think of it, what the hell happened to the archangels, Michael, for example? didn't the archangel Michael become a St. Michael... to begin to contemplate... angels being demoted, degraded to the status of saints, standing on equal footing with plumbers, with fishermen... being elevated to the shared status of... sainthood? right... well... if we're going down this route... Lucifer... ought to be known as a transgender queer anti-social... "thing"... Lucifer can become Lucy... Satan can become Samantha... Beelzebub can be known as Beatrice... Behemoth can be known as... Bohemia: i don't know, some people have decided to call their children Peaches... not Peach... but the plural... sure, "something" died on the cross on the mount of Golgotha, for me what died was the entry point for hell to reclaim its reign... to usurp the construct of nature... that the weak might control the strong, how easily this foundation might be willing to crumble... the strong just play along, they just, play along... all, played out on the event horizon of Damocles' Sword hanging from a single horse's hair... violins?! since i see past what Christianity is, not even Nietzsche can entertain me... the Hebrews know all too well what power this little gnat of a whinging philosopher proselyte, "philosopher" - whatever... among the elders it has been agreed upon: no more of this bloodlust... we are done with wanting to purposively strain people down the wrong path... we have become... quiet simply... BORED of these zombies entering our domains that we'd rather recycle via the Hindu deities than give them a fixed point of consciousness that would allow them to stretch it toward eternity... no, sorry, these people need to be recycled: i wish we could allow them entry into the eternal domain, but then they'd just be... sort of... static... sort of... *******... sort of: 'my mind is made up and i acknowledge no higher authority!' sure, sure... i guess zombies would be more entertaining than such people... regurgitating mantras, prayers... they need to be recycled, i personally don't know whether worthwhile people are reincarnated... but recycling is a common theme in this realm... might as well... it's not like anything will get through to these people, we're talking quotas... people need to attend football matches, just like some exceptional individuals need to become football players... Islam? ha... what... that religion born from the son of Abraham's concubine? by lineage, of course... among the monotheistic religions... the ******* brat of the lot... drop them this and... they ought to shut up... eh... good old Nietzsche... once you take up my perspective, there's no going back... literally... who instigated the blood-baths of the past 2000 years, the Reformation, the World Wars... wasn't it... Ba'al Ya'tuś'ēm? you can literally **** around with whatever diacritical markers you want, to drop the apostrophes... let your mind wander... like the wandering mind of a Hebrew... last time i heard this little brat of ours was making new progress in Africa, having solidified his place in South America... even hell requires a hierarchy, but this... "lord" is like a virus that needs to be stamped out... or rather... controlled... or rather: he needs to learn to know when to stop... he's almost like a grown woman... i mean: children - regardless of their *** are not given the same freedoms as some grown women entertain... notably with regards to public officials, staff in venues, hospitals, shops... he's sort of like a "Karen": in spirit... sure... great... if his crucifixion happened in a culture akin to the Aztecs?! YAWN... blame the Hebrews... for what?! the elders back then knew that he was suspect... as to why or how he became incarnated in flesh is beyond me... for me: he was forever a festering wound in our arsenal, in our prospect of bringing forth all that arts that Prometheus began with... alchemy, medicine, engineering, the prospect of man's better future... "hey-zeus" etc. was always going to bring stagnation... since? at least in a time when the strong were strong and the weak were weak: the strong could defend the weak... now? hey presto! i do my ****, you do yours... let's see who the preditors single out.

i've just spent a day filling out the form for a module 3 of an NVQ for crowd management... brain-numbing...
literally brain-numbing...
skull-itching doesn't even cover it...
do most people exist: within this framework
of language: they never find an escape plotline?!
they must do... since so many comply to rigidity and
ridicule...
it's not even boring... it's painfully-obvious...
i've already proven myself in practice before
having to scribble down some "theoretical" details...
oh... but wait... i can't actually use examples by
experience in a theory-based test...
what... a... load... of... *******...
you walk up the gangway with 20+ odd Yorkshire
beefcakes from Leeds?! oi... mate... ******* from
this route... i'll be coming up here every 10 minutes...
into your seat...
not said like that... but... the reply...
ANYTHING FOR YOUR MATE...
even i'm getting a hard-on for my ego...
but where did this come from?
i was supposed to be this solitary creature trapped
in an ivory tower... yet here i am...
bothering myself about crowd control...
readying myself for a second Hillsborough Disaster
or another Manchester Arena bombing...
i'm pumped... i do 100 press-ups before an event...
lift some weights... and prescribe myself
the Ramadan manifesto of fasting before an event...
drink plenty of black coffees though...
smoke like a choo-choo train straight
to Auschwitz... ha ha... what?!
i seriously have to be somewhat drunk to fill out
these NVQ forms... i've already had some practice...
most of the drunks i've encountered were more
than willing to talk to me,
everyone seemed to friendly...
maybe i just have one of those face...
but... but i'm not going to be doing the job
for the worth of two people... esp. with some colt
Somali **** of a boyo!
that's what's ******* me off the most...
at least among the Yorkshire beefcake lads
i can be... associated with them...
why do they comply?
it's not a racist thing, they just feel comfortable
when dealing with someone who looks like
them: in-group preferences...
        when you learn that you're dealing with,
ahem, racial... "minorities" that **** your daughters
and want to enter paradise strapped with
suicide vests... that you live with these sort
of people, who are you going to prefer?
like last time at the London Stadium...
i was surrounded by the away fans... all from Leeds...
friendly *******... i had no trouble...
do i look so imposing?
yet... oh my god... i was paired up with
this Somali ****... kept watching the football
match instead of the crowd...
i'm done... **** me: *******...
i was grinding my teeth in the 9th circle
of Dante's circle of hell... come to think of it...
i must have been biting at Brutus' teeth!
while making an oyster feast from Cain's tongue!
i don't exactly require racial quotas, "quotas" to know
what's coming next...
lazy-***: one more ******* "oops" up in Manchester...
because it shouldn't have happened...
yeah... it shouldn't have... but guess who
you employed: YA ******* KANTS!
sympathisers!       *****... the whole and the rest
of 'em!
grr... grind that: ***** grind than grr...
the fire is not yet ready to be raised...
to a crescendo of an inferno.... it's coming...
it will come... it will be more spectacular than world war I
and world war II put together!

this be the interlude period... this be the period of...
spiders weaving...
there's no mention of the Lord of Mosquitos,
there's no mention of the Lord of Spiders...
but there is... a Lord of Flies... ha...
why weren't these two Lords accounted for:
with my own fall?!
who will ever account for, their presence?!
i, do, very, wearily, wonder... who might?!

i have started to hear whispers...
no, oh, no...  i won't disclose them... until i'm readied
to marry a rich girl with a daddy that owns a yacht....
i rather enjoy my semi-poverty & the company of my cats...

NUMB-SKULLS...
   two Lords are missing from the narrative...
the Lord of Mosquitos... my best estimate is that of Hey-Zeus!
Krist?! you sure? oh... right... blood... wine...
vampire invention... i love how hell loves to troll
humanity... ha ha! o.k. so Lord "Misquote" had his 2000 years of
fun... more people equating wine with blood...
more... ahem... "vampires"?

the lord of spiders... i'm waiting for him:
to show his ******* ugly face! up! please don't tell me he's
busy with his somewhat, already flimsy architecture!
imagine the shock... people didn't think that Jesus Christ
was the Lord of Mosquitos...
ha... well... who wouldn't... well it's not like the past
2000+ years passed as smoothly as extracting ice-cream from
a tubing...

hell is all around, eh... some Cain outliers...
what, can, you do!? eh?
mein gott:                nein: nein gott!
Jesus Christ isn't my lord... he's the lord of mosquitos...
blood... wine... do i need to paint a prettier
picture? in the hierarchy of the scheme of things...
i'm not even the blatant beast of the upper tier...
i'm not: definite article enemy...
i'm not even Lucy... who's the antithesis of Sophia...
i'm the buzz... the buzzing grift in the shadows...

but the Lord of Spiders is missing...
we have already accounted for the joyride of the Lord
of Mosquitos for the past 2000 years...
poor man... i want to pity him...
then again: i want to pity myself for wanting to pity him...
i have a weakness of a heart for about 10 seconds... i allow myself to think for 10 seconds... after 10 seconds... concern for traffic takes over...

oh... you're not going anywhere with me, until you're going down, and i'm going down;
shove your Quran up your ***... like any respectable Northerner might give a **** about some post-Nomadic niqqab-clad ******* worth of ******* ****** ***!
Dracula cenc Jun 6
Far gar away
In a distant
Home
There was small
Home of nest.
In the lane
Of avenue park.
Dracula tark
Was laying on
Cradle with
His napkin.
And his mother.
Cream piccacio
Pistachio post letters
Were written
In red ink.
dream day
Of morning Daisy darling
Of how about the first quartz
Cotton  neated in the
Meridian.
Sew a tail and skeir
And shirt elf.
With a self
Courier clean.
Life is still with still water to lay
In the fluroscent green mushroom.
She bothered fresh trout.
As sea sinks  grrp and feep in thru
Metropolitan Time
As another option is rest
The pinnacle capital oaf.
Thru elf and drui
She shook thru time bar machine
Connection nest of birds sleep
Morning Daisy darling
Deep with the wolf wild
Rift and feep.
She sew by mracth
In mracth office ghoul
Nip.
Sew on porch for digital graffiti
Sew the pinnacle moppal.
Cruto linto in cruris British
Linen fabric for the  best morning
Luis Miguel Angelo de Annette .
Luminary luminous intensity interval training.
Le petit peu kitto
Mtui maroon Kangaroo
Kite orange frontier Dracula sklein Sklein
Graphics tedd
Sawna.
Wonder fog vanished
Into thin air conditioning from village
Scout ****** became very popular among them were unavailable
Misc items were
Burneey
And lyonss
In the march fog the village sweets
A rusted tinted windows of office
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Bridge quest of prey office ghoul and lyonss.
In roosted rooms
Smell of coffee brew.

Like peanuts of the hast thou wilt and feep I will not Sent 📤 the
Last updated
Wednesday Oct.
Oak carey  was living
On stone porch with wild cattle.
Stone cold Steve and lyonss
Were freezing cold.
in the night post of office ghoul
Last updated Wednesday Oct.
Church Street had a carpenter who vanished on sale of paper roses.
Poliferated nest paper.
progress.
The carpenter tastes the blood not thewooden peanut butter crafts of holy sky.
Philosophy stone.
Life is past always tastes good
Bitter nut ahead times faster c.
Life taste as wine when clouds
Hits nine mine is still with still
Still lake always frozen fish.
         Jumping  Mango goes out  of wall
Sailor  needle fixes needle always
On tailor clothes.
And tailor fixes needle always on
Car and cards.
Rest sunshine
                        On widow's
Window     .
Greyhold
And
WhiteBound.
Tadpoles always borne
In mud often reaps
Fertile soil.
Hair of yellow rose
Fights my souls.
🤢 Nasty peanut
In mouth.
Drink water
It might water
      A rain.
Art secularism
Always breed
Soveregin
Dogs.
Paddy fields paddling towns
Rice green  mushroom greener
Daffodils yellow
Red rose harbour
A Nasty 🤢 peanut
In the ship
Flakes harbour winds windshield
Nevertheless
Regins an Island yellow.
Lost vapour
Wafer
of moon.
Sense of
Essence.
My name sulokona
Did it smell rose or
Lily .
The old lady asked
The sparrow
How ease
Was for you to taste
Peanut and not
The butter.
Butterflies replied
Tadpoles can't fly.
She never meant roses
She meant alike Ghost
nosferatu .
Life taste like
Maid if milk
Is condensed.
Life tastes like wine
When are soccers are red.
Scottish Church Zcottcon.
Life is easy winds and chair.
We Brooke
Seek and hence.
Hence of fence
Clocks flocks
Grapes 🍇 vine
Rush a soul rest
Sunshine today.
Lfament paper.
Lqcent
Lacquers.
Leave and lie
Lwing.
Nosferatu.
Crescent presario.lyme lyme no more
Rain rain couch.
Is his hand frozen and not feasted or ******.
Lbrooke.
Lamenting lights
Saved Dave.
Lucui lucui
Ls femme de.
Lerie aritum.
His chest 🧰
Like 🦈
Elite flights.
Pippi cotton
Shirt.
Eyes of blue
Isabelle.
In the plight ofiss Carrie
He took chance
To mingle with a
Empty box.
He was the
Bailee.
And the plight of Miss Carrie was worsening.
Miss Carrie
Was flair woman 👠
With no tic tac  tickets .
Miss Carrie was  of a miniature
Featured woman .
She wore mostly blue.
He was watching as in the
He could ***** at any moment.

He was the bailee.
He took chances on Lily his daughter but she everything she
Tricked him .

He was in closet watching me every single moment which disturbed
Miss Carrie conditions.
Our sister Miss Angela lead us every very moment except Miss Riya
Who finched on every single grape we ate  
Miss Carrie was carrying away by her suing thoughts one day she would nathe.
Said Miss Blue heaven Jasmin.
Russian rouble
Lopard Serennials
Mr Mosta tried to take **** 📼 instinct on his late wife Poppy and now his daughter Lily.
passenger train journey and nestes  
Lark crust
Salted peanuts biscuits.
Russian man and woman.
stew by herwin.
Were nested.
Holce nest forests.
srew and Racula.

swaerk.

Cris Carter Gayle.
Dracula bram.
Dracula tark and I used the black ink cartridge filter.
serw and I am going through deep water 🌊. Landscape and my beloved castle wife .
Dracula sklein and my beloved mother.
Nestle waters.Milk cartoons .
Life is just a journey
We all are sailors.
Never tear a notebooks page.
The panic art of black note.
Church Street was Black as clouds
As well I want my darling
To romance
And sailor drape crape forester
Lampshire cxon
Sew the black mittens and jacket of office gust busy as usual we will you
And the bird Penny trail mail 📬 💌.
Two laughter together.
Hyenas come
Dogs crawl.
Dracula Sabbath
Bat Arches.
Church of Christ.
Stew respect। Demands
Attorney.
We will you.
Bogle and Dunnie.
The grass is green
Day is sunny
Rain on the porch
Christopher Mcqueath
Life reaches of goals
Pladin and I
Nest of cuckoo
Nest and bread .
Life taste of newspaper
Metropolitan square
Bill and mouse.
Bar and office
Nest and tea.
Caffe and Latte.
katte and my beloved mother.
Nero.
Paint on the porch
With wooden chip.

Lime green light
Night grass
Chopper wood
Twinkle lark the Dracula sklein
In the house of
Evening
Bingle watch the
Catel
Vatel.
Caffron and Cassior
Conditions application
Fortnight Jack vatel.
Vettel and cortel.
cold water bottle 🥶.

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zenkinly machintoch.
April flowers
Pollens of pills
Nest of cuckoo
Monkey  darling
Dancing police
Crest of hill
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Nuggets of the
Chicken biryani
I was cooked
Carfin and wax.
Sew.
Nest of cozy
Caterpillar and the plight of Miss Carrie was carrying out the plight of Miss you too.
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Preting on petty money.
News of afforestation in
Grand vitara and
Dracula sklein guitar song
On play and loop .
Nest the best birds of prey.
They shall encounter with
Harbingers birds.
zest of creak of
Ofiss door
Slightly better to be
Caffre nestum.
Porch birds couldn't say good bye
To darling Daisy.
Laying cuckoo's eggs 🥚 on Daisy Nest.
Carl Zeiss and larkinsky
In affecfit graffic and the cotton bird Penny
Nerco Merci beaucoup pour la Belle Isle vule
Con station
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Grace green gr.dracule
Mint  vintage
Cappunuchio
Fretta Fiesta
Minl mint vintage
Krist craffe
Krist craffe
Dracula nule
And nuke metting
Litras.
Graffucci grand craynola
Netta vest butterfly
Intj curing
Hinking
And larfour on roll grale.
Zetta and feeping
Nicote miscule
Notchre
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Lint.
fressia and grass is rest.
Mint the green
Light the blue
Batch.
Peace.
Cruyff and lyonss.
Nostalgia critic.
Murci and cruic
Kraft paper roses
Lafer hijle.
Serbian bear
Nicote.
Sew.
Nest of fig .babble tree.
Zion crunch
Fretish fresh
Mink lashes
Lionel Richie incognito
Kast draculr e
Hyenas howl
Low crunch
Pistachio green
Yolks  folks Isep
Greegreen
Yera
Nature and brink.crush creat.
Saw the wolf.
Wood beams.
Zarf carf.
Card linetto.
miskin restitue
Carrie conditions for hospital.
Gopal krishna Rudra
Feep in betters
Vetter.
Crusade fest on drive
Nest a carpenter rusted tinted glass.
La espenza. ☕
Wooden chip
***** a trap.
Night a bulb.
Bulk a bed.
Draw a skirt.
Draw a shirt.
Draw a tie.
Put a pant
Put a shirt
Put a tie
Put a time watch.
Graphic card.
Cross ❌ road.
Savour a orange.
Mix sugar milk eggs vanilla
Baking soda orange pulp.
Ferfule with a carmer
Put in a tin box .
Bake for 39C.
Deàth come
Slowly as
Winter waves it's first snow
Gentle graffe
Blue waves
Sea of life
Drown me
Take me to heaven
Where sky is blue
Raphael sing
Angel weave
Wednesday kite
Lamps blue with oil
Glass and milk castle
Brown wings
Brow and bow.
Ink of Latin
Now runs dry
From Friday
Fever.
Somebody insert
***** .
How the arrow was shrap
I could see.
How the blade was green
My mother couldn't see the
Throat.
I could cloud
But no rain
Appears
Justice for cobbler shoes
Irony
My mother screechs.
Laughs turning blue
Black raven growls.
Frocks for women
Shoes for men
How to put a touch to
Grieving AIDS.
From the plight of Miss Brooks.
Knuttle the shuttle
Kettle the tea
Bell the day
Morn and morning
Daisy blue
Blurred rain
Railway carriage
Late
You promised
Mr to my mud House.
Grand Curtis.
Flake of snow .
Nest of Vettel.
Nest of Neet.
Was kite flying
So high
You throttled
Her waist
Purjury premandes
Maiden a man
Received a throttled
*******
Is woman
So Curry
That you crawl
Into her ******
Like snake.
A tough leatherette
*******.
Why death so wicked
I wanted a white
But you Black clown.
Allow the just
Winds to take their
Course.
Brindavan.
A climate to clear
The planet wearth.
You cry
You cry
He comes like gangster and a enuch
To carry to his trucks of
Rust and filth
You choke
They choose to feed grains
To feeble birds.
An nut *******
For the duck.
She is dizzy
Let cence
Feed her ******.
Go to alter to ❤️‍🔥.
Friday night grass.
So cool.
Snake game were designed
With Lizzy.
Rest in test
Of armed men from
Salt island.
Walt errings
Goose feeding.
University lost the ferocity
Of holiness
Which now licks torn head.
Fool the porch light
Fool pope
Fool bearings  fruit
No I never want
Sn *******.i
Wear white clothes
And maintenance of
Dasi.
My white clothes were
Drained into cobbler's ink.
I smell like an animal.
Death and draughtsman
Drag into van to take dungeons and dragons dystopia.
Burning lamps
Cry with savage .



MSN.
.
Cottcon, DraculaStein,crent.
Acme Sep 2020
JFK
Jesus ******* Krist. Who just killed
  JFK? They blew his brains all over
  Jackie's pink outfit and pill box hat.
  We all died with him that fatal day
  in Dallas. LBJ and Hoover hated him
  and us for loving him. They shot us.

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