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Concentration Amongst The Savages
With a lasting scrape, inhale
Vibration's thump from inside
Releasing the cigarette, you notice
The Club's sign winks
The Group spots you, waves hugs that laugh
The touch of your lips forget, your toss
As the sobering continues
Their eyes begin to change
What was once joy and fun
Depression taints the wind
I didn't say goodbye, you ponder
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Will Love Lead The Way?
A toast to clog grease and pressure frying; delicate dancing with frozen rain and stale coffee, you knew where the burrs were. It occurs, at times, the regurgitation of smoke, with trash stays, unending the party becomes habit more than desire. Secret codes written for the thrifty, but you still have to pay for that; hi, I don't really like you, ( Read more... ) -
It's A White Christmas, Last Mid-Summer's Eve!
It was midnight in November,
One October, last July,
The sun was brightly shining,
And the moon was in the sky,
The flowers were gently singing,
And the birds were in full bloom,
As I went down the cellar,
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DANGER! BABIES A FOOT!
Buying Diapers: 5 dollars
Paying for a baby sitter: 20 dollars
Acquiring children's cloths: 40 dollars
Having a customer hold your grease covered child wile you make their food, un-gloved: PRICELESS.
There are babies a foot at The Royal Farms.... Watch your step! :D -
What's Wrong Pop Pop?
"STARKLE, starkle, little twink! WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! I think... I'm not under what you call- the affluence of inkohol! i'm not as drunk as finkle peep! I'm only a little slort of sheep! So pass the gin and kill my fup! I'm all day sober, till Sunday up!" - Charles Joseph Slentz -
Forks, Knives and Things That Stab
You know what i miss? Black velvety hair, eyes as fierce as a hurricane, and a compulsion for doodling; but i'm so blind i can't even find the shadows anymore ( Read more... ) -
In The Jaws Of The White Whale
"What do you do when you hate everything and nothing, looking to the stars for embrace? Choking on your inhale with the smoke about your eyes, oh the blood shot! Fear presses in, and a female arrives- run as fast as you can, and maybe you won't eat her soul. Trapped in a room with all that you loathe. Trapped with your sorrow in inching blur. A ( Read more... ) -
Wait... What Time Is It?
"Cleaning with bagpipes and rotten coffee; ms jumbo lumpy says my drawer's on fire... shit, i hate when my drawer is on fire!
So the sun's up?
Well bring on the porn! Don't you know what the internet is for?"
"You cleaned with rotten coffee? I wish i had those kinda balls..."
"Chicken Pocks, my friend- chicken pocks!"
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The Broken Ones
It's at the end in the block around the bend forked from lightening, singed and torn you remember how it used to breathe? that way it sagged and shuddered with the wind? i always wanted a playhouse there but we never did, did we? do you remember it sparkling? i used to think they were stars lost in time, the ones we weren't meant to ( Read more... ) -
Why We Hate Gifts
My car! My Car! Where should we put the wheels? I think the roof feels right! Yes! They would make excellent bumper shields for the aviator devils and their acrid gooey acid snow that we've heard so much about! Do you think he'd find that cool? I don't know, but at least your wreck won't be wet! Heavens! Could you imagine that? He'd totally hate ( Read more... )