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tues. exhausted piano teeth mozart pere gnashing slashing sound barrier stretching zoology beyond the bird cannibals in the a-z azimuth weds. mirage of red awnings all-night resort cannibals in the azimuth stairwell décor thurs. cold as leprosy embraced yet somehow curled fri. frail departure voice to **** height hair duck drake cold as geology young rocks flame (hidden within the blink of eye)
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séance without a ghost
Wutsa matter wit you? Whirr you frumm? You from summ furren country? Cain’t you tawk better den at? Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat. We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush. Ain’t nobody tawk better den us. Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are You could not tawk so ignernt. It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat. You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public. Should be ashaymt uh yerself. Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce ’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy. They jess open up thur mouths ’N let the dumbness fall out ’N thur it is, fer alll to see. Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are ’N not let thur mouths write checks Thur butts cain’t cover. But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’ ‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin. Well, nuthin’ good, at lease. Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy Shoulda kicked thur butts From here ta Sundee. But, thass jess me. I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n, But I thank thass jess wrong. Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag ’N God n’ country. Or go home. Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay. We rilly doan need ‘em here. We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too. So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride Back tah whurever you cumm frumm Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
TAWK GOOD INGLUSH
Wutsa matter wit you? Whirr you frumm? You from summ furren country? Cain’t you tawk better den at? Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat. We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush. Ain’t nobody tawk better den us. Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are You could not tawk so ignernt. It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat. You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public. Should be ashaymt uh yerself. Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce ’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy. They jess open up thur mouths ’N let the dumbness fall out ’N thur it is, fer alll to see. Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are ’N not let thur mouths write checks Thur butts cain’t cover. But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’ ‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin. Well, nuthin’ good, at lease. Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy Shoulda kicked thur butts From here ta Sundee. But, thass jess me. I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n, But I thank thass jess wrong. Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag ’N God n’ country. Or go home. Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay. We rilly doan need ‘em here. We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too. So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride Back tah whurever you cumm frumm Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.
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an instant coffee poem scribbled on the back of an iPhone, and mailed to the motley crew hanging in these environs my request, your bequest <> never had an article of clothes that required a hem to be tailored, but you my daredevil darlings, bring me now you & yours, a hem of thy choicest choosing that I may taste your dew, this and thus enlivened, I will love you, far more than forever, beyond my overwhelming incarcerated capacity to absorb, but to exist and seize the dew of your souls, each an adrenaline ephedrine shot to our mutualized brain ~ our soul’s temporal abode the meaning plain! you too will forever be within the unlimited scope of this script on the universe of the internet, far longer than any intimate moment we could share , a sensory beyond the physicall I beg you please! 9:19 am Thurs Sept. 12 two thousand and twenty four
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Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 9:24 AM UTC
The Dew on Your Hem
(totally unedited) what is this madness in the world?? how is this even happening?? so, we have not enough scourges...?? matters little what creed or colour these are human beings just like you and me and children... no, this is insane perhaps I have not enough in me to understand this level of madness to cope with this this is insane st64......thurs, 22 aug
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
S Y R I A - This is insane
There's something quirky about Thursdays. I don't know if it's that they happen once every 7 days, or if it's because they sneak up on you after every Wednesday. Or maybe it's because Friday is right after. Maybe it's because you're supposed to eat tacos and only tacos And put those three fingers into a bowling ball. On occasional Wednesday nights it's good to stay up til' Thursday. Whatever it is about this day: I know one thing. Make every Thursday memorable.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Days of Thurs
Mon Oneday I'll be top dog Have the sofa to myself Tues Chewsday all the bones belong to me And to no one else Wed Walksday let's go on patrol Throw some weight around Thurs Throwup day, you can clear it up I'll sit here and frown Fri Dieday for the bunnies, If I'm fast enough Sat Catsday, chase them up a tree Watch them huff and puff Sun Funday, all of the above For the pampered pooch Who knows he's very loved
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Dog days
Awakened by her vibrations His molten rocks sputter, Preferring to remain undisturbed. Boiling, brewing, he begun erruption. Amused by volcano's reaction she listens and watches,no retaliation. Considering her own stormy nights when her lightning bolts strike thrice; When her clapping of thunder revolts even the sages (both above and under). She places a palm outwards, blows kisses of cool wind, To greet his fury, His sweet love remembered. His embers, with a smile, are pardoned. She showers his projecting magma- With droplets of chilled agua. Awaited patiently for his red to cool, to be brown, with help from yellow sun; So that his lava could reconnect with outer earth-green. Using a drifting veer she carries a charming flower seed and lays it beside him, Soft petals soon blossom, rosy and pink. They both smile gently, now glowing for each other. The volcano and Storm are forever in love, in flare and submerged; Growing compassion and understanding of each other's plates and waves. Yet neither may burn nor drown but somehow remain facing the other- At the very tip of their forbidden lips' kiss- for this day, tomorrow and in endlessness. 1:55am . Thurs, 24th, August, 2017.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
Emotional VoLcaNoEs :*
*(I think I fell in love in the back of a theater foreign languages on the screen- mourning dew in your eyes.)* Empty bars encourage the best conversation in the dead of winter when nobodies feel the most alive. they order Irish coffees and Old Fashions to remind them of the grandfathers they never knew, while we talk and covet the ****** hair of exotic men. *(I always awake feeling close to you and then go to bed disintegrated by distance- by need love is always easier when your face is numb having mistook the blemishes its supposed to hide for forbidden fruit within the promised land.)* there's a depressed bartender talking to a manic patron, reminding me to visit my parents soon.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
thurs-date.
What gift of love is this?      Undeserved, I find myself Cascading, showers of bliss      Dare I indulge in such wealth?!                                    ❤️ My eyes look upon your face      To your heart & spy your soul As it shines, I see His grace      Abundant, Amazing, whole.                                     ❤️ From this day I give my vow      Not alone my hand I give My heart, soul to thee endow      His treasure bestowed us to live.                                     ❤️ No words can fully express      As my heart now binds to yours Sheer, winged blessedness      From far beyond Heaven's doors. Copyright(c)2015, Tina Woelk Klassen (KatWK) All Rights Reserved Written by Tina Woelk Klassen (KatWK) Thurs, Sept 24th 2015.
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Beyond Heaven's Doors
Im in my class of english, and ya know what that lady said? No tarea. Its a thursday miracle.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
A moment within my Day of Thurs.
this way of life is more than tranquil, from day one to five, we sharpen our tools with our desires and an anvil in our spare time, we chase the the high until our third eyes tells the three of us it is way too much for us to handle me myself and i, if it grabs our attention, we will approach it with a purpose, whether it be a person, wording or a purchase none of which was intended to be perfect, but deserving, why would the sea chase the earth’s surface if it felt that it was not worth it -t.m
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
mon. tues. wed. thurs. fri. sat. sun.
I used to hate waking up in the middle of the night, the gentle glow of a snore resonating from two pipes, would shake me as my eyes would close, but now during the rest of the days, you know mon-thurs, I find that my ears can't take it, they are tired of being lonely, scared of not being held by the gentle whisk of a growl, sad that your half of the bed is being held up, by 107 miles that separate my ears from you nose.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Sometimes it's hard to sleep at night.