chk-chk-BLAO ( Read more... )

How much fruit am I bound to pick?
What rays of gold will I give away?
Now that the storm has passed, it's thick
Drawing new sensitivity to a palette of grey
How will I feed my Saturn with a saturnalia?
Turning clock gears cutting like razors
Old-assed owls flocking deep Westfalia
Golden grains of rice ticking like tasers

Mas o cortei com meu bailô
O dei um pontapé no lado,
Sentei e ri durante morreu

(Refrão)

Não quero nenhum emprestador pra pagar minha fiança
Não quero passar noventa e nove anos em prisão

Damn, like any of y'all were in the position to judge her. Who the fuck y'all think y'all is. With so many new ideas that you don't have that she has, she lives. Your object of judgment is so clear, your judgments themselves opaque. Searching for more you find less. Your taste becomes a minus sign ( Read more... )

That last hit was tricky. As the final reams of smoke dissipated into the marsh fog, I recited a fully-barred Vega, my autodidactic Lakota storytelling stick. You absolutely zonked away, didn't you, Charles? That was Mother Earth's last blunt. It sucked all of absolute modernism out of nature. Charles, now, the storytelling stick is yours. I will ( Read more... )

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Nipples hardened, skin blued, Vlad tiptoed to the edge of the high-dive. At five-feet-one-inch, with shallow breath, bruises finally faded, his heart doused with courage, his loyalty to his family, he forgot his fucking nose-plug. Of all things! Moreover than the pressure of acrophobia & God, the stimulation of 1,000 sq ft per sec slamming through ( Read more... )

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pressure
swirly spooky
die sleep rebirth
you need to calm
pressure