is i t all a dream, the life ive li ved
put together like a w a tch ?
Th e fl e sh a nd b lo od club
play a n a ct in my sc ri pt .

in the un lit morning their alarms signal
their g o get ready for my day p r o g r am--    (not be named)    the spectator, button presser flips to
c h anne l 1
"brushteeth" cam:

                                      I spit in the sink              stalk him like a hound

                                             shit a big stink                got in found out           

Control determined will.

Leftover actors tak ing a smoke break in side the ve n ts, casually, hiss my name 

One of the m fro w ns at me ever y six s miles 

A ny\no ne of it real

[Yes]  [No]         A cold/warm body next to me when I wake up late at night.

[Yes]  [No]         That cold/warm kiss to wake me up late at night.

a) doesn't matter.
b) it matters.

aight this next poem is a freestyle Join in when you feel the groov
                                                                  ever
oh by the ways this poem is a freestyle by charlie epstein high on the gree     
n est of a few eggs the slimy eggs of doves and a parakeet in the korne
r oastin a turkey These birds in my gree nest eat fuckin turkies. impres

Sed.ating a carrot on the operating table its a fucking emergency PANI
Charlie was sedated under morphine at the age of                  . . .well he was young then


ok! new poem free Z t    y        l e  i love girls they make me so happy
                                                     i like boys they make me happy too
its always love with every wo-man looking female
i be all in a huff when they leave me done leave me please dont you see im begging
DONT BEG! BE A FUCKIN man! (im feeling pretty small right now) dont you push down on me too hard its too hard being alone
STOP BITCHING! YOU’LL BE fFFUCKIN FINE!    . ..   . .new poem

m     e           l                                   o                          l         o    w.
h      e                l                                        o l                               o.        
*New poem.
Artist: The Beatles
Ticket To Ride Lyrics
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I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away.

She's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

She said that living with me
Was bringing her down yeah.
She would never be free
When I was around.

She's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

I don't know why she ridin' so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
Before she gets to saying goodbye,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.

I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away, yeah.

Ah, she's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

I don't know why she ridin' so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
Before she gets to saying goodbye,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.

She said that living with me,
Was bringing her down, yeah.
She would never be free
When I was around.

Ah, she's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

My baby don't care, my baby don't care.
My baby don't care,

(Fading)

My baby don't care, my baby don't care.


.   .. . .     ..ya i justfucki  n went there! good lyrics huh?
post you r comment below /   ?

it's stuck in my head and i like it a lot

" i fink you freeky and i like you a lot"

-die antwoord

The title of the poem is underlined.

In the shower the pores on my back subsume moist air

In the bath tub the mind on my neck dissembles land fall

The tooth brush purl begins around mid night

The plaque hush between teeth how you would hide in an alley

Stepping up to bed and the blankets take me in a gullet gulp

Stepping in to sleep and that coquette smiles a snake’s

Arising the next day the cauldron spills over

Arising sombre a grin on your face

            a ghost of our generation commingled with the rest.

telepathetic

if our connection were two hands four eyes six human sounds, and not a wireless collection of text and buzz

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