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"miley" poems
**** Tumblr. **** Facebook. **** thumbs up. **** Iphones and everything with an " I " before it's name.  Even if it's  an " Ivone ". **** Justin and Katy, teenagers and children. **** the children. **** GIFs and Instagram. **** the hashtag #. **** twitter. **** ‘selfies’ , ‘felfies’ and ‘braggies’. Put a camera in your *** take a picture, that's a selfie too, you ****** One you can brag about. **** you as well. **** this, **** that, **** you again. Especially you, yOU **** **** twerk and Miley. **** MTV. **** the 2000's. **** rich people trying to look poor cuz they're hipsters and that's " Indie ". **** Indie **** Everything's " Indie " nowadays. **** that! Not everyone is struggling. Make some noise, you don't have cancer. **** people who smile to every **** a **** does when they visit the hood to buy drugs, because they're stupid and soft. **** social conscience. **** you again for pushing a beard and a moustache because it's fashionable. **** John Lennon. **** the Beatles. **** **** as a trend. **** me, but at least i'm cool. **** cool. Everyone's cool currently!? I started smoking when I was 11. Now that i'm 25, i realize smoking is kid's stuff, so i quit smoking. **** cigars. **** having 25. **** sexist and feminist. **** the dikes who think they have an advantage on other women for not being a **** fan. **** LGBT haters. **** the LGBT flag. **** flags. **** Amsterdam. **** Vintage, used to be cool, now it's fake **** **** cars these days. Their shape and their drivers. **** TV series. **** this zombie **** What's with the zombies? **** FOX. **** people who hate on TV, because their to smart for that, but let computer/internet melt their brains into liquid **** **** stupid people. **** the army,everywhere. **** politics. **** you for trying to make me vote. I don't believe in it and i'll never will ,it's a ******* waste of time and i don't care. **** you for believing that's a choice. **** you for participating in that sharade, making politics who they are, you ******* ******* **** people who talk to much. **** people who don't listen that much. **** people who talk WAY to much and expect you to be as excited as they are. **** you! ****  "LOL" in a face-to-face conversation. Laugh ************ **** random generation. **** " Likes " and **** " Sharing " because no one gives a **** And yes i'm a misfit, you genius. We all are. That's the truth... **** the truth.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
The misfit
**** Tumblr. **** Facebook. **** thumbs up. **** Iphones and everything with an " I " before it's name.  Even if it's  an " Ivone ". **** Justin and Katy, teenagers and children. **** the children. **** GIFs and Instagram. **** the hashtag #. **** twitter. **** ‘selfies’ , ‘felfies’ and ‘braggies’. Put a camera in your *** take a picture, that's a selfie too, you ****** One you can brag about. **** you as well. **** this, **** that, **** you again. Especially you, yOU **** **** twerk and Miley. **** MTV. **** the 2000's. **** rich people trying to look poor cuz they're hipsters and that's " Indie ". **** Indie **** Everything's " Indie " nowadays. **** that! Not everyone is struggling. Make some noise, you don't have cancer. **** people who smile to every **** a **** does when they visit the hood to buy drugs, because they're stupid and soft. **** social conscience. **** you again for pushing a beard and a moustache because it's fashionable. **** John Lennon. **** the Beatles. **** **** as a trend. **** me, but at least i'm cool. **** cool. Everyone's cool currently!? I started smoking when I was 11. Now that i'm 25, i realize smoking is kid's stuff, so i quit smoking. **** cigars. **** having 25. **** sexist and feminist. **** the dikes who think they have an advantage on other women for not being a **** fan. **** LGBT haters. **** the LGBT flag. **** flags. **** Amsterdam. **** Vintage, used to be cool, now it's fake **** **** cars these days. Their shape and their drivers. **** TV series. **** this zombie **** What's with the zombies? **** FOX. **** people who hate on TV, because their to smart for that, but let computer/internet melt their brains into liquid **** **** stupid people. **** the army,everywhere. **** politics. **** you for trying to make me vote. I don't believe in it and i'll never will ,it's a ******* waste of time and i don't care. **** you for believing that's a choice. **** you for participating in that sharade, making politics who they are, you ******* ******* **** people who talk to much. **** people who don't listen that much. **** people who talk WAY to much and expect you to be as excited as they are. **** you! ****  "LOL" in a face-to-face conversation. Laugh ************ **** random generation. **** " Likes " and **** " Sharing " because no one gives a **** And yes i'm a misfit, you genius. We all are. That's the truth... **** the truth.
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I was dancing at a dance club Two stepping all about When my thumb, it found a belt loop And I couldn't get it out I shifted and I wiggled I ****** my hips out front in time I bent over and I shimmied I was twerking on the line Now, I ain't no Miley Cyrus You can believe me now or not I wasn't up there twerking It's because my thumb was caught I sashayed and I moseyed And others got up too My thumb was still encumbered What the hell was I to do? I was twerking like a mad man Not knowing how, or  why But the pain in my one digit Just made me want to die Maybe now I know the reason Miley Cyrus did her dance She wasn't up there being slutty She had her thumb stuck in her pants Now, I'm through with twerking And there's is one thing that you'll find That unlike young Miley Cyrus You don't want to watch me from behind!!!
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
The Twerking Two Step
coupon for Granny's Original 32% All Natural Oatmeal® cart-to-cart down aisle 48 and this man's an affront to khakis and this woman's brain runs off a child's complaints BLIZZARD 2013 according to the radar, buy 80 pounds of rock salt from The Home Depot®, more saving. more doing.™ more rock salt. more doing BLIZZARD 2013 according to the radar, buy two-weeks-worth of tuna, a pallet of Pepsi Max®, and four loaves of Baker Good's NeverMold Bread® all for $21.99 with your Sam's Club® Rewards Card BLIZZARD 2013 cart-to-cart down aisle 62 where once there was soda, now an I.O.U. and I read on the internet that the preservatives in diet cola will keep my body from decomposing and I read on the internet that these dented, discount tuna cans will give me botulism BLIZZARD 2013 one jug of water from a spring in Mountain View, Arkansas one jug of water from a spring in New Iberia, Louisiana picking between Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana the pitter-patter on the warehouse roof reassures time for eenie meenie miney mo BLIZZARD 2013 and the intercom desperate for a cart wrangler customer service now open for checkout don't leave your toddlers alone in shopping carts they're choking on free samples with an echo, raindrops strike parking lot pools just past the intersection an ambulance grumbles BLIZZARD 2013 in a room with a view wishing the windowpane weatherized beers bought by volume, candles forgotten, six months of licorice, EverFluff® popcorn, and hand warmers of chemical kind remembered BLIZZARD 2013 will not be landing in the city, watch out for that rain though if the temperatures drop below 32 degrees it could ice over and if the temperatures don't, well, it won't News 7's coverage of Blizzard 2013 brought to you by The Home Depot®, more saving. More doing.™ and Sam's Club®, savings made simple.™
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
the blizzard of 2013
coupon for Granny's Original 32% All Natural Oatmeal® cart-to-cart down aisle 48 and this man's an affront to khakis and this woman's brain runs off a child's complaints BLIZZARD 2013 according to the radar, buy 80 pounds of rock salt from The Home Depot®, more saving. more doing.™ more rock salt. more doing BLIZZARD 2013 according to the radar, buy two-weeks-worth of tuna, a pallet of Pepsi Max®, and four loaves of Baker Good's NeverMold Bread® all for $21.99 with your Sam's Club® Rewards Card BLIZZARD 2013 cart-to-cart down aisle 62 where once there was soda, now an I.O.U. and I read on the internet that the preservatives in diet cola will keep my body from decomposing and I read on the internet that these dented, discount tuna cans will give me botulism BLIZZARD 2013 one jug of water from a spring in Mountain View, Arkansas one jug of water from a spring in New Iberia, Louisiana picking between Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana the pitter-patter on the warehouse roof reassures time for eenie meenie miney mo BLIZZARD 2013 and the intercom desperate for a cart wrangler customer service now open for checkout don't leave your toddlers alone in shopping carts they're choking on free samples with an echo, raindrops strike parking lot pools just past the intersection an ambulance grumbles BLIZZARD 2013 in a room with a view wishing the windowpane weatherized beers bought by volume, candles forgotten, six months of licorice, EverFluff® popcorn, and hand warmers of chemical kind remembered BLIZZARD 2013 will not be landing in the city, watch out for that rain though if the temperatures drop below 32 degrees it could ice over and if the temperatures don't, well, it won't News 7's coverage of Blizzard 2013 brought to you by The Home Depot®, more saving. More doing.™ and Sam's Club®, savings made simple.™
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If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
*******
If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...
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Here's a few legitimate refugees: political, poverty, drought, war, and religious. They're right in the top drawer zone, But who gives a flying Whoopi That Miley will claim assylum in Bali Bali; Or Rosie will fly over camps on her way to Switzerland. I hope Cher, Doesn't apply for residence on Cape Breton Island: We don't want you, Babe. These are the celebrity refugees, Bailing out on the touted Greatest Democracy on the planet. **** if you don't like what you elect, Look to history, Stove pipe hats, And the wonders to be achieved Before the end of this decade. They got enough cash for space, For Mars!
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
Wannabe Refugees
Miley spoke it all. Her twerking weakens Wonder but renders Gender to the stupid **** generation. Miley spoke it all. The West won the Sino-fantasy, infested With myth of might, An apple's bait, all Has a bite.  The west won. Wealth as a boon, akin to Hard **** faith as Soft **** "All that is Solid melts into air; All that is holy is profaned." Marx wrote it all. Miley spoke it all: Californication. Call it fornication.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
Call It Fornication
i decided to take a break from snapping selfies i'm a child of this century and that is our primary form of communication - don't judge me anyway, i've found that it's really not that hard if you think you look ugly all the time it's ******* easy.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
miley cyrus made me an introvert
I romanticize humanity until what's left isn't even human. I cook up fallacies about legal aliens and add a dash of cumin. Your chef tosses salads in the pasta section of the grocery store. Devil's just as confused, with a ***** and an apology at heaven's door. You don't know, and no one cares where eggs go when they die. Godzilla thinks of a car full of clowns like you would a sardine pie. What happens when an elephant gets alzheimer's and loses keys? Does the paradox consume an entire circus of trapeze-act-fleas? I ruin birthday cakes by blowing off the frosting instead of the flames. How I do that? Count backwards from backwards and say my names. Bittersweet love anthems pollute the brains of conscientious dames. Heavy metal doesn't pollute, it pacifies rage quitting from soul-sucking games. Out of the woodwork comes a limp ***** that would work, Long hours only to find he'd pay millions for a Miley Cyrus twerk, Which is worth about as much as an all-female circle **** Unless you add strap-ons, so strap in and lap up the knee-jerk-smirk. It is unwise to handle scissors when one is being cutting-edge, Because your accountants will dangle themselves off of a three-storey ledge, When you cut up the ledgers and make light of, that is, burn, the evidence of pledge, To the monkeys in your think-tank mailing feces to the upstart farmer's hedge. Now I know you're sick of rhyming and of poems and of liver culling whisky, But I must inform you of a pirate's missing eye, I've bought sight of something risky, I implore that when this song and dance is done, you'll assuredly miss me, Because I've told you everything about depravity, hence forth you must kiss me. Beacons of hope shine much like cantankerous silver in the moonlight. If you're a werewolf that will fill you with hope and with immeasurable fright. One day the world will admit that I'm awesome and impoverished to boot, Because when the song and dance is done, what's left is just an ounce of loot.
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Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
What's Left...
I romanticize humanity until what's left isn't even human. I cook up fallacies about legal aliens and add a dash of cumin. Your chef tosses salads in the pasta section of the grocery store. Devil's just as confused, with a ***** and an apology at heaven's door. You don't know, and no one cares where eggs go when they die. Godzilla thinks of a car full of clowns like you would a sardine pie. What happens when an elephant gets alzheimer's and loses keys? Does the paradox consume an entire circus of trapeze-act-fleas? I ruin birthday cakes by blowing off the frosting instead of the flames. How I do that? Count backwards from backwards and say my names. Bittersweet love anthems pollute the brains of conscientious dames. Heavy metal doesn't pollute, it pacifies rage quitting from soul-sucking games. Out of the woodwork comes a limp ***** that would work, Long hours only to find he'd pay millions for a Miley Cyrus twerk, Which is worth about as much as an all-female circle **** Unless you add strap-ons, so strap in and lap up the knee-jerk-smirk. It is unwise to handle scissors when one is being cutting-edge, Because your accountants will dangle themselves off of a three-storey ledge, When you cut up the ledgers and make light of, that is, burn, the evidence of pledge, To the monkeys in your think-tank mailing feces to the upstart farmer's hedge. Now I know you're sick of rhyming and of poems and of liver culling whisky, But I must inform you of a pirate's missing eye, I've bought sight of something risky, I implore that when this song and dance is done, you'll assuredly miss me, Because I've told you everything about depravity, hence forth you must kiss me. Beacons of hope shine much like cantankerous silver in the moonlight. If you're a werewolf that will fill you with hope and with immeasurable fright. One day the world will admit that I'm awesome and impoverished to boot, Because when the song and dance is done, what's left is just an ounce of loot.
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Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side It's the climb Keep on moving, keep climbing Keep the faith, baby It's all about, it's all about the climb Keep the faith, keep your faith (Miley Cyrus, The Climb)
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
The Climb
I love you more than I love my Momma And quite a lot more than Republicans love Obama I love you more than Miley loves twerking And probably as much as teenage boys love jerking. I love you more than hipsters love instagram and about the same as the turn of the century loved the telegram. I love you more than Hans loved Anna and just as much as monkeys love bananas I love you more than the asdaf kid likes trains and most likely more than Anastasia liked pain. I love you more than pandas love extinction and probably less than pansexuality needs distinction. I love you more than John loved his best man and I ship us more than any fandom can. I love you more than beliebers love Justin and definitely more than **** maids love dustin' I love thee more than Shakespeare loved tragedy and the same amount as Ann is raggedy. I love you more than Peeta loves Katniss and almost more than cats love catnip. I love you more than teachers love cheaters but probably not as much as Jesus loved Easter. I love you to the moon and back and there is nothing that you do lack. <3
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Measuring Love
*The most broken people live on earth.   Not even a good poet and wont pretend to be. I fell asleep at my desk reading boring poems in school. I failed the test on how many stanza in a poem. Writing about broke people makes me feel good. It's a long *** poem so read it or not read it. Word up!* Call me white boy playing black hipster like the broken record Miley.   I can't type twerk on my keyboard but turning all ghetto on y'all. Lady done done all she can to shock and mess with our minds. What she gone do next, buy a house in a black hood and live there? That's messed up and so I'm dumb and I love attention. I live in a big town population less than sixteen thousand. We listed on the map as a god ****** city. Word up! I need to be a hipster and I'm going hood on y'all. In my hood I see houses needing fixing and painting. Got a friend who lives in a trailer park metal piece that goes around the bottom of his trailer fell off and his pipes froze during that weather deep freeze. He's renting that trailer that should be condemned like most trailers in that park but who the **** cares? He's got a roof over his head and he should be grateful he ain't homeless like the rest of the trailer park dwellers. Landlords don't give a **** they care about collecting rent. We got men and women living on internet trolling Craigslist. Most trolling hoping to find dates are married. Single men and women seeking sugar daddies and mommies. They are broken people. I walk down streets and our old and newer malls. Same weird *** people shop at both. I see women yelling at kids with ****** diapers that smell bad. One used the back of her hand to wipe a snot nose then went back to talking and texting. Women with babies at home meeting men they met on personals. Good place to hide when they married or got men. Leave the babies at home with sitters or family and find new men. Hanging out at malls is a fake. "Meet me at my pickup in a half hour and don't wear ****** Read that message on a burner cell I found at the new mall. It's a burner so it don't need to be returned. Read the rest and she is married and has more than one lover she met off personals. Work it girl and keep the sugar daddies coming! How many broken moms who should not be moms exist? There are too many broken people who exist.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
All the broken people
*The most broken people live on earth.   Not even a good poet and wont pretend to be. I fell asleep at my desk reading boring poems in school. I failed the test on how many stanza in a poem. Writing about broke people makes me feel good. It's a long *** poem so read it or not read it. Word up!* Call me white boy playing black hipster like the broken record Miley.   I can't type twerk on my keyboard but turning all ghetto on y'all. Lady done done all she can to shock and mess with our minds. What she gone do next, buy a house in a black hood and live there? That's messed up and so I'm dumb and I love attention. I live in a big town population less than sixteen thousand. We listed on the map as a god ****** city. Word up! I need to be a hipster and I'm going hood on y'all. In my hood I see houses needing fixing and painting. Got a friend who lives in a trailer park metal piece that goes around the bottom of his trailer fell off and his pipes froze during that weather deep freeze. He's renting that trailer that should be condemned like most trailers in that park but who the **** cares? He's got a roof over his head and he should be grateful he ain't homeless like the rest of the trailer park dwellers. Landlords don't give a **** they care about collecting rent. We got men and women living on internet trolling Craigslist. Most trolling hoping to find dates are married. Single men and women seeking sugar daddies and mommies. They are broken people. I walk down streets and our old and newer malls. Same weird *** people shop at both. I see women yelling at kids with ****** diapers that smell bad. One used the back of her hand to wipe a snot nose then went back to talking and texting. Women with babies at home meeting men they met on personals. Good place to hide when they married or got men. Leave the babies at home with sitters or family and find new men. Hanging out at malls is a fake. "Meet me at my pickup in a half hour and don't wear ****** Read that message on a burner cell I found at the new mall. It's a burner so it don't need to be returned. Read the rest and she is married and has more than one lover she met off personals. Work it girl and keep the sugar daddies coming! How many broken moms who should not be moms exist? There are too many broken people who exist.
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Born and raised in Franklin Tennessee Destiny Ray Cyrus changed to Miley. Hannah Montana might be how she’s known Now she’s crazy, making old people groans At the VMAs she’s a teddy bear No longer does she have long, brown hair She used to sing songs like “Nobody’s perfect” Now she sings songs about how to twerk it. She says, “I’m used to people judging me.” And doesn’t mind if people let her be Halloween, little kim with purple hair Going places that no one else would dare Her role models: Britney and Madonna Her manager” her own birthing momma You may not say she is an original But one thing’s for sure, she’s not invisible
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
Miley Cyrus
-- To Miley Cyrus I don't care for you. As hard as it is to say, I don't care for you!
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
I Don't Care For You (Haiku Poem)
I found -in the shadow of a Crane rigged and ready- that I couldn't help myself. Took a ladder to the huge sphere Of chipped and battered iron,   And threw one leg on either Side of the chain. Sang leaning and rocking Into the walkie talkie As my foreman spat his Coffee not to choke; laughing along With Swedes, Polish, Lithuanians And Norwegians alike. Miley. Bringing people Together.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
...Like a Wrecking Ball
So like i wowke up and i was like i'm gonna read me some poetry and i did it like..psshh **** it i did it and i ripped 3 of my faves out and decided i was gonna be positive right here right now and decide to be ready for whatever comes my way and to change because whatever i can't handle now...was designed that way ...so that i could grow and learn from it so im sorta prepared to change jammin to miley currently and i'm just gonna chill and be completely in the moment doing my thang because first of all it's my life and we don't live in eternity we live in a world full of people trying to make it feel important and interpret life so i don't blame them for being complete ******* but this time around im focusing solely on me ...time is winding down..and life's too short to count up who the **** hates me and wonder how am i gonna show so and so how much i don't give a **** today ...like my life should be filled up with joy, adventure, and i'm gonna push my self to do that me personally chooses not to give a **** about **** that's me that makes me happy and ******* can talk, can laugh, and what not but it's my life straight up like i'm sorry if i offended you or if your angry of something that's going on in my bubble but whatever our world right but i'm focused on what i'm doing and on what the **** I want do and I know you people viewing are like what the hell your right
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Daily Straight Flexin
Best Week Ever Just had my best week of all time, I'm 42 but still in my prime. Spent some time with Brittany Spears, I left her begging and in tears. After a night with Beyonce, she wanted me to be her fiance. Just one night with Pink, now she can't even blink. Had a date with Katy Perry, she asked me to pop her cherry. Spent some time with J-Lo, she was more sloppy than a joe. Rihanna likes to play rough, **** she looks good in the buff. Me and Fergie ate some black eyed peas, then we were joined by Alicia keys. Had a blast with Taylor Swift, we did it on a ski lift. Avril Lavinge wanted it never to end, now she wants to be her boyfriend. I turned Miley Cyrus back into Hannah Montana, its a secret what we did with a banana. Me and Kesha sang her hit Tik Tok, then she ****** on my clock. Selena Gomez is a witch no more, I turned her into my little ***** Carrie Underwood won't slash my tires, the heat between us started some fires. Gwen Stefani left the singer from Bush, she loved the way I smacked her **** Lady Ga Ga showed me her poker face, with her I reached every base. Me and Lita Ford kissed each other deadly, then she sang me a **** medley. Madonna said I was her best, we spent no time dressed. I was man enough for Sheryl Crow, let me tell you, she can really blow. As the week ended, I had Shakira moving her hips, then I woke up and it was an **** with Gladys Night and her Pips.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Best Week Ever
I am a puzzle piece. Not a piece that connects with the other pieces. But a piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit with the others. I wasn't like the other kids at my school. Not one one corner of me would connect with any other person “You don’t like Gossip Girl?” No I watch shows about people with real problems, like the news. “I can’t believe you don’t like the new Miley Cyrus album” You should believe because I don’t listen to trash that would decompose my brain. One day I told my dad my concept. “Dad I am a puzzle piece that doesn't fit with others.” He told me “You’re right. But its not that you don’t fit in. You are a puzzle piece in the wrong box.” He was right. I am a puzzle piece. A piece of a puzzle that was probably dropped in the wrong set of pieces. I am on a journey to find the rest of my set. Even if its a set of four pieces
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
Puzzle
And I don't give a **** that's my whole M.O. I rock the whole globe with no problemo Been rocking coats since my first demo And now I'm banging hoes in the continental And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride I open up the doorsthe doors, suicide I came from the bottom, the sewer side I made it to the topthe top cause I do it fly Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish I see the whole game from my third Iris I tour the whole world like a ***** pirate To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
iris
--- What lies beneath the surface? All the media hype? What lies beneath your internet, your TV and your Skype? What lies beneath the input that boggles your wee brain? What's up with politicians? The jingoist refrain? What's up with Miley Virus, in her fairy leotard ******* bare for all to see... hoist on her own petard? Is it all it seems? A world that's just sick? Or is it a great metaphor for a magic trick? While the Great Houdini rolls up with a band you're watching smoke n mirrors and disregard his hands. Televangalists preach prosperity! Filling up the pews, While you're watching people going crazy on the news! What lies beneath Denver? The Dome of the Rock? Are there great growing cities? Or is all of that just talk? There was once a mighty ship they thought would never sink... Folks, what's beneath's an iceberg **and it's CLOSER THAN YOU THINK!** SoulSurvivor (C) 5/19/2015
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
What Lies Beneath
The Smell of Honey,  Coffee and Apples and Messes of Words, but No Love Poetry <^> *my poetry suffers from a literately literacy, the adjectivally of imagery wears away with time and age eroding the imagination, when one’s days are numbered, being serious is an natural unpleasant hazardous haze, never in doubt The morning meal of cooked oatmeal, steel cut, laced with wildflower honey, slices of honey crisp apples and Hawaiian coffee brewed,   singes the Tropical Storm Ophelia thrumming humidity that overhangs the ugly grays of NYC sky-paths, one tickles me awake with contradictory impulses: sweet and sour, a robust stimulative, competing with the smothering of grayling clouded weather weariness of 48 hours of rainy continuity, a spirit suffocate you see! give you myself, my environment, in précis, unimaginative exactly as it occurs to me, sensually, yes, but cannot shake my disappointment that no, can’t combine visionary notions that spin your swivel chair around, powered by your exclamations of ooh, ahh, and little stabs of weeee punctuating our shared atmosphere and bring forth only love poetry but no mas, the love poetry doesn’t comes to the fore, the forehead stuffed with words best listed as basic, observable, factual, Miley Cyrus, accuses me of being jaded, but not with accuracy, more straight jacketed, way past that half-way point of no return, turning back is not a listed menu option love poetry demands, requires and requests envisioning, precursor to dreaming, but I am choking on matters-of-fact, questions of survivability, that do not shed love poetry words, I love exclaiming to any and all within hailing distance, my loving firmament, but the damp atmosphere swallows my hopes and sounds, even though still can smell the lingering nearness odor of honey and apple, yet, other hints of memory beg to differ, and I sadly and easy confess,* this is not a lovely poem… - * -
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Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 12:44 PM UTC
The Smell of Honey, Coffee and Apples and Messes of Words, but No Love Poetry
The Smell of Honey,  Coffee and Apples and Messes of Words, but No Love Poetry <^> *my poetry suffers from a literately literacy, the adjectivally of imagery wears away with time and age eroding the imagination, when one’s days are numbered, being serious is an natural unpleasant hazardous haze, never in doubt The morning meal of cooked oatmeal, steel cut, laced with wildflower honey, slices of honey crisp apples and Hawaiian coffee brewed,   singes the Tropical Storm Ophelia thrumming humidity that overhangs the ugly grays of NYC sky-paths, one tickles me awake with contradictory impulses: sweet and sour, a robust stimulative, competing with the smothering of grayling clouded weather weariness of 48 hours of rainy continuity, a spirit suffocate you see! give you myself, my environment, in précis, unimaginative exactly as it occurs to me, sensually, yes, but cannot shake my disappointment that no, can’t combine visionary notions that spin your swivel chair around, powered by your exclamations of ooh, ahh, and little stabs of weeee punctuating our shared atmosphere and bring forth only love poetry but no mas, the love poetry doesn’t comes to the fore, the forehead stuffed with words best listed as basic, observable, factual, Miley Cyrus, accuses me of being jaded, but not with accuracy, more straight jacketed, way past that half-way point of no return, turning back is not a listed menu option love poetry demands, requires and requests envisioning, precursor to dreaming, but I am choking on matters-of-fact, questions of survivability, that do not shed love poetry words, I love exclaiming to any and all within hailing distance, my loving firmament, but the damp atmosphere swallows my hopes and sounds, even though still can smell the lingering nearness odor of honey and apple, yet, other hints of memory beg to differ, and I sadly and easy confess,* this is not a lovely poem… - * -
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While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing Ben a homeless veteran of war, had a heart attack, fell from his wheelchair and died and people stepped over him. While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing A forest fire burned in Yosemite National park and Sierra Nevada destroying homes, and threatening wildlife including 200 year old redwood trees. While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing Latonya lost her job, and in turn her apartment and in turn the custody of her children. While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing Yu fellated a man in a sweaty brothel who was nearly four times her age. While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant leaked tons of radioactive fluid into the Pacific. While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing Syrian President Bashar al-Assad used chemical weapons on his own people. While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Once day there was a dog and he decided to **** a frog beastiliaty, no, the dog's an animal like miley cyrus and he's spying on us and one man didn't like that idea so he shot a deer and the deer escaped the bullet like a queer and ran into a dog in the middle of the road knocking the dog over in the middle of the road then a car came but the driver was blind and then the blind man hit the dog on the side dog is now dead bury his head and give him head ;)
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
Dog ran over