mother dearMother dear, never fear! the dishes will clearmother dear
Themselves away at the end of the day. The car and lawn, by dawn will need no attention. I don’t mind dust that settles like you
Do with your glass of wine And ice cream. It will be fine. I can eat from tin trays. Dried on residue For breakfast is a feast. Liquid bread, the product of yeast
And barley will barely get me through, But while there is so much to learn I can turn my shoulder to the day And into the comfort of bed,
And a chemically aching head
witching hourIt’s midnight, the witching hour. A yellow full moon looks down on the time for werewolves and wizards. Not for wandering, lost boys. To the delight of sheep farmers everywhere the sodium sun has sunk, taking with it the trace of a cool breeze like survivors and a sinking ship. Only a round yellow moon, surrounded by millions of twinkling minions, remains. The humid air clings to my skin like drew ridden cobwebs, leaving crystal lines of sweat to stick to my back, arms, face. The warmness of the day carries on into the night. A dis-needed jumper is bound by its arms to my waste. The road along which i walk is all but clear. Only twitching hour
man infesto 1945-?Transferable skills and breakable wills, That’s what good little girls and boys are made of. Not subversive rats and snails And thinking puppy’s severed tails.man infesto 1945-?
But c’mon ‘snot all misery and doom! Free trade! You can work until (at eighty) you retire! Just in time to put up your feet in your cosy front room, Dressed in pyjamas, buy your favourite fire. While gentle death massages your back In November’s fading light, December’s approaching gloom.
So until then, remember there is hope. Work hard to fill pockets and pay bills. Keep your nose clean a
just for our children?I stand naked in the shower,just for our children?
Thinking of mother earth’s child-whore,
Screaming without mercy, for more
And more whilst I let the water run Down every, silicon filled, pore.
As I stand in my power shower prison
Cell, I lose my grip, I drop the soap,
I bend my knees, around my toes I grope.
It is then I see a blue spark above my head, A shock that runs down past my heart, to my feet.
I fall jerking, with a shout, to the floor. Dead. To later be found; and then buried,
With all my anger and dignity covered
In the cold pollu
My dad the braggartWe often speak fondly of you, but the words never reach. our savior, our lord, and our superman. We read your follower's words carefully, not that we know what they're talking about or anythingMy dad the braggart
We trudge along, but your eyes never meet our's like a teenager after telling his father on a camping trip that camping sucks and John Wayne couldn't act, but was really hot.
Often times, we catch glimpses- a white rose, a baby laughing- a massive tsunami- they're like your exclusive press conferences, and all of the cards with the allowe
25.06.06
Take a look when you get the time.
Hope Manchester was FUN.
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I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
*smiles sadistically*
Damn, no emoticon for that either.
But this emoticon rocks
Incidentally, it's a plug.
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"The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessing; the inherent vice of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries." Winston Churchill
Oh and now I know who subject of journal is. HAHAHA. Feel bad. But, love the monk part.
HAHA
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
thanks for the friending!!!!!
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quando i bambini fanno OH! che meraviglia che meraviglia! ma che schemo vedi pero, pero? e mi vergogno'un po, Perche non so piu fare OH!- Povia
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To God be the glory!
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