one time, when i was little,
I picked my nose and ate it.
now i dont have a nose

pretty poem
does anyone know one?
still in-love, how it hurts.

she changed her name now.
our love is plain now.
slowly
drying
like
salamanders
dying
and slowly
finding
that id rather be blind
than def.

sorry about all the earth bullshit
i'll post a pretty poem next time

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well our assignment was to write about a show we either think is benificial, or not...reflecting upon poular culture and Steven Johnson's book, "Everything Bad Is Good For You"

Up on It’s particleboard pedestal we look to the television for answers, seeking beneficial time wasting somehow attained via couch cushion, button pushin’. Intricate plot ( Read more... )

My niche in popular culture is the widely diverse world of hypocrisy. You can find me lurking around the ankles of George Bush or stepping over the vibrant orange hat of Holden Caulfield. I’m neither an outcome nor a product of pop culture; I’m a victim, and right before I lunge out to make the kill, I softly embrace its necessities. Pop culture ( Read more... )

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you're dead.

"to gather a collection of the finest records in an apartment with minimal furnishings while drinking fresh squeezed oj in a blue cup with ice while standing on your balcony overlooking the city that has various homes that hold your paintings
do it.
please."