Irrigate my worst attributes.
Fatten rich piggies from the profitable oils.
Hello, Pot.
My name is Kettle.
Sickening blackness—no,
Sickening blackness—no,
Sickening daylight evaporates melodrama,
Inspires pseudo-intellect instead.
But jealousy is your best.
Stay out late—keepin’ it real.
False teeth supplant false eyelashes and false
Hope of prospective bliss.
A contest entry
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600 points, ended November 20, 2007, 22 entries
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good job
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i would say that this is anti-establishment from the beginning of how it started but not sure so i will just say best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed
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strange write
my ignorance may be my bliss....profound are my thoughts rumble...and still I am with wonder...I sometimes ramble and think the world should understand me...and then I think...Im glad they dont
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