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I’m a cutter, yes, I am, Don’t give a hoot, don’t give a damn,
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the winter moon your heart a scavanged trifid
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In dreams I’ve sniffed out something rotten,
From her to distant Mandalay,
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I walk barefoot in the wet sand
Dreaming of your slobbering kisses
by Emmanuel Cant
33 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 4 1:40 PM. In Humor, Society, Thoughts, Pain, Stupid, Emo, Ome, Teenage thinking, Depressed
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The rising sun does bless my soul and being pious is my goal,
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Need is not quite the same thing as understanding
While catharsis is nearly unbending brutality,
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perspiration soft skin diaphanous sent for plethora the purple payload effervescence
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I am the ointment man, appointment man,
Come to the parade wearing knickers
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I am sad as a rhododendron bush
Don’t know what I been missing
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You are human You are both man
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The woods is in flames
Jump with élan to the lake
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I go to the shower. Feet of bologna
Butt of ham and armpits of sanitary landfill
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When the tsunami of methane springs
Eternal like hope from
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You ask me why at you I glance, And I tell you that I am not glad,
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burning smell of wool
wafts upon the breeze and yet
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Ersatz the Lilliputians came a cropper
When the vestibule filled up with
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My hands are untamed spiders missing three legs each
My feet as quick as agile deer, but smell like road kill
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Cut the belt of nastiness And watch his pants fall
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I am an ‘umble lad you see, Out to help ‘is fellow man,
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I am a serious poet, And I travel by train,
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Your fingers move like rusty scissors on my skin,
Your breath comes quickly like the flatulent stirrings
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He filled her evening With the stems of three flowers
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yellow swallows fly Above the beach their droppings
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I see through blind eyes your eyeless Eye lashes and I wear necklaces of
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My lovely old lady was Malice,
She was queen of all slime and all smut,
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Screen a duck ere the fetching girl
Ka-knocks you a good one up the
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I’ve seen the Bitten Kitten when the moon stalks all the waves,
And long ago was written across the galloped paves,
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The clothe is dry
And so are my pants,
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1. All fully automatic weapons WILL BE CHECKED at the entrance, NO exceptions.
2. Revolvers, single-shot pistols, semi-automatic pist
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I come to you house in the rain
Sporting my weary love,
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Hi, ho, I am an idiot You see, it’s true, oh, yes I am!
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