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anomaly187 Member
since 2000-06-15
Posts 284San Francisco,CA,US |
my little fly it thought it was it ate the **** it spread its wings it taught me all its ways to die it looked at me and spewed its insides with my fly i learned to trace with my fly it was too late to hate we looked up to the skies of serenity and we felt nothing as we ate ourselves the blatant sins of everyone they rip our wings they rip our dreams we turn on each other and cast out our kin together we swallow, and taste our god it tasted dirty it tasted like us the disease will spread our god choked on lead and now he's dead it's our turn now to be hand-fed < !signature--> "My heart is broke,but i have some glue. Help me inhale,and mend it with you. We'll float around,and hang out on clouds, then we'll come down,and have a hangover--have a hangover" [This message has been edited by anomaly187 (edited 06-17-2000).] |
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anomaly187 Member
since 2000-06-15
Posts 284San Francisco,CA,US |
i put the book option by mistake but you can vote anyway if you like. "My heart is broke,but i have some glue. Help me inhale,and mend it with you. We'll float around,and hang out on clouds, then we'll come down,and have a hangover--have a hangover" |
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anomaly187 Member
since 2000-06-15
Posts 284San Francisco,CA,US |
why were the signature characters limited??!!!!!!!! "Sit and drink pennyroyal tea I'm anemic royalty I'm on warm milk and laxatives Cherry-flavored antacids" |
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Angel Senior Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 551Pennsylvania |
Wow...it's interesting. I liked it a lot, it was intense. ~Susie "If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility." ~Henry W |
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
You are a very deep writer. I'm all confused here and would like a brief explanation about the poem, so when I read it again, I'd be able to put more sense into it. I'd appreciate it if you do. thanks I see no changes, wake up in the morning I ask myself, "Is life worth living or should I blast myself" TUPAC SHAKUR |
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anomaly187 Member
since 2000-06-15
Posts 284San Francisco,CA,US |
hmm i haven't looked at these poems you replied to acire in a long time...but here it goes...if i can remember most of this...this is basically about having a friend(mentor) in a world of corruptness and being influenced..in this world to survive you have to be tough and you strive to be in a sense "hand-fed." it's like we're in it together..the world currupts us..lol i'm confusing myself HUT TWO THREE FOUR! HUT TWO THREE FOUR! the clowns on parade the clowns mascerade rip off your face rip off your brain the clowns on parade -me |
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