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No Name No. 1The stars that grow by moonlight shutter in the cold, this wind is stripping bark off the trees I swore were old, and somewhere sometimes there's a shot across the town, or an empty parking lot that's only there to let me down. And elsewhere lights are being broken,No Name No. 1
soft words are being spoken, somewhere someone's breaking someone's heart. And I can only think... What's left across this broken parking lot?
Littered with wreckage from yesterday's past, trashcan drifters and peices of glass, sifters, mischief, wrappers and hash, and the occaisonal lost thought, seve
by ~simple-nobody
Thinking outI am the book that you've read. Spilling over a thousand words that left the impression of on-going love, anguish, loathing, fear. In the midst of love and war all is not fair. All is unpractical and unsettling. There's a questions you've held for so long it's burning a hole in your pocket. I am open, read me.Thinking out
You and I are magnets. Though opposite and positive mean nothing to us. You have the willing to ask the question, and I have an undying will to answer; however you are impeded, and so I cannot answer and we’ll spend forever on opposite ends of the fridge.
I am a meteor shower, the cascade of black and white t
by ~simple-nobody
shit, I can't think of one...I am the book that youu've read. Spilling over a thousand words that left the impression of on-going love, anguish, loathing, fear. In the midst of war and love all is not fare, all is unpracticle and unsettling. There's a questions you've held for so long it's burning a hole in your pocket. I am open, read me.shit, I can't think of one...
You and I are magnets. Though opposite and positive mean nothing to us. You have the willing to ask the question, and I have an undying will to answer, however you are impeded, and so I cannot answer and we will spend forever on opposite ends of the fridge.
I am a meteor shower, the cascade of black and whit
by ~simple-nobody
Hopeless Romantic"Ho hum" speaks the dear to rhythm peices, though he's lost in the tragedy of your eyes, and however bright your headlights may be -Hopeless Romantic
he's caught in compromise. So he'll take the path to a place he's never been, or even seen, he's caught in what he knows he can't believe.
"Ho hum" speaks the dear to highways lines, while he cleans up broken peices of his heart, and he can't help but notice how they shine, and can't bring himself to start. So he's stopped, convinced to let them glow, they'll let him know, he doesn't mind he's fine to be alone.
"Ho
by ~simple-nobody
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life in a garbage can: a...garbage can residency lines the alleyways with the semen of society caked with broken cement dreams filled with cockroach ecstasy infested with the opiate of the people empty dumpster filled sky high feces paves the street a moneybag rat runs by urine flows down the gutter genital warts all along the brick walls a puddle of vaginal blood in the middle of it all cocaine dollar bills flow into the sewer pursed lips of red dirt wrapped around a cock emancipation from this trash hell, from this personal cell fucked by the dregs of yesterday's coffee nelife in a garbage can: a...
by ~weezle
Mechaform“Help me, Doc,”Mechaform
The young kid said. “My music’s not playing, I’d rather be dead.”
“And this little gizmo Won’t count my steps And my cell phone can’t send
Any movies or text.”
The doctor then gave him A good, long stare, And smiled to his face And ruffled his hair.
“Don’t worry, son, I know just what to do. So you wait right here. We’ve got something for you.”
The kid waited, stewing In anticipation. He wondered about The doc’s proclaimation.
The doctor returned
With a bundle of ge
by ~CaptainQuirk
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: you baby
- Favourite band or musician: Elliott Smith, Broken Social Scene, GSYBE, Stars, The New Pornographers, AIR, YYYs, Weakerthans etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Stuff you've never heard of.
- Favourite artist: Elliott Smith.
- Favourite poet or writer: Dylan Thomas
- Favourite style of art: stuff that rhymes
- Shell of choice: the kind she sells on the sea shore
- Wallpaper of choice: any kind
- Skin of choice: my own...weirdo
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo, super Nintendo
- Favourite cartoon character: Roger Rabbit
- Personal Quote: Tear down the walls that say you're different and you'll wind up in a box that says you're the same
- Tools of the Trade: Pen
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i'm taking her home with me,
all dressed in white,
she's got everything i need,
pharmacy keys,
she's falling hard for me,
i can see it in her eyes,
she acts just like a nurse,
with all the other guys...
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