"A white tailed deer horror story Born in the year of a dead boar Slow down & let the light catch up Draw more faces on shoe boxes I hate all my senses From now on Stargazing Thinking/Dreaming Destroying/Creating &
Doing nothing are my new senses Hate my friends Family hates my friends Make a fort with all the newspaper bundles Rain morphed the words a little bit Too dark to read Start using rocks as currency My new nation, but my
government is a tad bit underdeveloped Nonexistent I dug a hole far into the earth & this is where I will start my first city My childhood friend wants to be the sheriff Pig Academy failure Arrest me I already know that
I will be corrupt Climb out of the hole & fill it A lake view grand view temple view story of comedy I wish it was drama A genre to enjoy The man stared at nothing through a crowd His head blew up The crowd laughed Fin"
The mouth of chronic thoughts is silent until the world is quiet You can't quit your career of living Death may be a better way of living Knowing is suicide The answer to silence is a combination of pop rocks & coca-cola A lying myth is a caring answer I really want to go, but these chapped lips are m soul's shackles
My friend the gargoyle texted me & told me that I was being a wonderful person today Salute & salute Gargoyles give me feelings that I wish a journal could give me A sand dune I went A grass land I spent An ocean forest I held & kept You are being a wonderful gargoyle & wish you could go on all my rare adventures
The day I live above Notre Dame in the aero-casino, I will not gamble Instead, I will go out on the balcony above the massive rotor system & I will look down at the gargoyles
Yes, I did watch Hunch Back of Notre Dame recently & yes, my favorite characters were the gargoyles
Underneath & standing on a ceiling Invisible walls everywhere Light is the dead mule lying in the doorway A smell or sense that life is gambled past this point And further on A cruel gathering of hands ready to come down A merciful nothingness that lets me fly thoughtless Ran by bored or annoyed personages Thousands of them Not scared nor fearless Like the billions of brethren before me I was born to eat poop
A massacre is beautiful. The ashes of earth and its children. The health of the atmosphere is growing more pure. A peaceful god and the adventurous man have signed a pact that involves sex and death. Animals were to be sparsely hunted and vegetation to be our main source of food. Morals are known, yet population makes an exception. Hate spread and entire nations were bombed. The waters of the world made filthy by the blood of the good. All that was left was a world not worth living. The peaceful god found it so, and abandoned mankind forever.
The day filled with fog & kids bragging about their sex life
Behind the house sitting on a rusty Green Bay waste bin Smoking stolen cigarettes
Arcadia the new face of the saddest person you know A pet can be a person
Calling a pet a friend is weird
"You are a very lonely person"
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Do I really want to go to San Fran? I hear it is beautiful What I would rather do is create a home in the middle of the rain forests of the underground moon That is where my father ran away to Simon said so Everything Simon says is true
Reading Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman is fun to read Thank you, Breaking Bad
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The empty space is invading my personal space I need some help
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brand new everything even my well being is still something brand new
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oh, what was my line again? screw it I am free falling this movie
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Coleman, ben_larsen RS, Snowjoe is online We will go prevail!
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As I took a nice shower A fly flew in Said "Hi, naked bodies"
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I will use this thread to post haikus Love is sad when there is no life
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I am on forums Everyday and night, son I am lifeless, son
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You claim to eat frogs, but they also claim to eat parents and children
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I saw you today at the utility store No utilities
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Today, August 22 I look to take care of my Aunt's children & my own little baby brother
Inside a warmed van filled with folk music, a curious wandering child, walt whitman on a smart phone, & an overall peace
Money, again the trouble of love between two ones I care for them & wish the best for them
Sadly, Victor Hugo sits on my lap, a little dosage of blood dried in my trousers, & I am living with a sore body today
Today on August 22 I remember the beauty of everlasting green, the aesthetics of man around me, the wonderful chaos of god everywhere, the humor that leaves & breathes the children -- not just here, but all around --
I can't help thinking that I was meant to feel this way & express it
EPT
