February 2012
97 posts
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The Sun Doesn't Rise For you
It moves without purpose. It has a cause And it has routine. Much like you do And much like the people you know. They don’t live for you either. Hell, They don’t even care about you. Not really, Not in the way it matters. The only one that gives a boob about you Is your cat. Treat that cat well. You will need it when that girl from the 7-11 bathroom breaks your heart. Or when you are...
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Number 1 thing to know about me
I pee sitting down.
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Police Blues
Yes, that is a phone in my pocket and no, I am not happy to see you.
Oh what was that? Why am I stamping on this pork chop? You tell me. You’re the pig.
Yes, you MAY see some ID. Not like I have a choice.
No ma’am, when I said “Bitch please” I did not mean for you to put the K-9 unit on me.
I am sorry I called you a fascist pig, officer. The boot on my face and the...
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Jesus And Judas: A Cumming of Age Story →
Now I am not one for religious movies, butt Jesus and Judas happened to be right up my alley. This movie is easily a 9 out of 10 in my book and the only reason it doesn’t get that last point is because it could have been about the Last Orgy. Come on, 13 gay men having sex is better than just two of them. Of course, this movie was historically inaccurate since everyone knows Jesus was bisexual butt...
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We All Need Someone (No We don't)
I hate people, But boy do I love people. I hate watching the news But I love hearing about it. You see, People are just a disgusting mass. Its the individuals That make my funny bone tingle. Fuck society And its societal constructs. Fuck the conservatives, Fuck the liberals, Fuck the hippies And fuck the fucking hipsters. Bunch of whore mongers And word slingers. Give me one to talk to And not...
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I am not wearing pants
And I will not get off the fire hydrant, officer.
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AC/DC (can you spot all the song titles?)
Anything goes, baby, Are you ready? I’m hard as a rock And don’t hold me back. Let me put my love into you baby, Let me cover you in oil. I’m gonna put the finger on you, Our loving is going to be high voltage. When this night ends I want to be able to say You shook me all night long.
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Jesus And Judas: A Cumming of Age Story
Now I am not one for religious movies, butt Jesus and Judas happened to be right up my alley. This movie is easily a 9 out of 10 in my book and the only reason it doesn’t get that last point is because it could have been about the Last Orgy. Come on, 13 gay men having sex is better than just two of them. Of course, this movie was historically inaccurate since everyone knows Jesus was...
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Things I am okay with not experiencing (again)
Surprise butt sex
Butt sex
Suicide
Attempted suicide
Death in general
Shooting up heroin through my penis
Shooting up cocaine through my penis.
Shooting up any other drug through my penis.
Really any needles near my penis…
Eating a year old Big Mac.
Eating a Big Mac.
Watching old people have sex.
Watching old people naked.
Watching old people for any extended period of time.
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peony in love: The Writer's Bloc →
the-peony:
So Laksh (ofmiceandmisanthropes) started this blog not too long ago — simply for the purpose of reblogging underrated poetry and prose. He asked me (Jazzy aka the-peony) to help him out — and I agreed because I think it’s an excellent idea.
Yes, there are other blogs like this on tumblr. But, the purpose of “The Writer’s Bloc” is to create a dedicated space for poets of all kinds,...
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ambiguous-transparency replied to your video: Boiling water Poured on soft skin. She screamed,…
me likey. good job on it. :)
Dear Jenny,
I am doing well. How are you? The fighting in the Arctic is going well enough and I think the Penguins will be able to defeat the Polar Bears. We have been having a little trouble ever since Pete decided it was a good idea to send our fastest swimmers on...
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R(/C)ock
Let me tell you about this rock I have. No, it isn’t a special rock. Hell, it ain’t even one of those flat rocks That you can throw and make it skip over water. Its just an ordinary little rock. It has rough edges And average size, Or at least whatever is average for an ordinary rock. I have never needed this rock And I probably never will. But I like to keep this rock No matter where...
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Chat With A Cat
Me: Hey.
Cat: Sup.
Me: Just got home from work and would love to cuddle with you while watching all the shows I recorded.
Cat: Naaa. Got some stuff to do.
Me: What stuff?
Cat: You know, stuff.
Me: ...
Cat: The expensive kitty bed that you bought for me won't sleep on itself.
Me: But you can sleep on me. I'm warm.
Cat: You have cold spots.
Me: Okay. Go sleep.
Cat: Aww come on man why you gotta be like that...
Me: *Sob*
Cat: Alright, I'll cuddle with you.
Me: Really?!
Cat: Psyche! Haha nope. Later, bitch.
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She snatched the cigarette out of my mouth and drowned it in my coffee. I stared at her, wondering if her new extensions would hurt if I pulled them. The thought was nice but I would never hurt her. The thin, intertwining rope of memories and hopes for her sweet self held me back and tied me down. She started talking and told me how she hated her boss for smoking during coffee breaks. I think she...
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Things to not say when you meet a pretty Indian...
Is that a tattoo on your forehead?
Do you have to be Muslim to get one of those?
Shouldn’t your face be covered up or something?
Did you get married at 11 or 12?
Will you speak to me in Indian?
I am forbidden meat as well.
Why you should consider mocking Democracy:
George W. Bush
The past does not exist.
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Words on paper, Words on screen, Words on skin, All too keen.
Words written down, Words said aloud, Words whispered, All lost in a crowd.
Resonating From the abyss of the mind, The clearest words Are the ones thought But never expressed And constantly sought.
lightofsveta:
I love it when I come home and my pussy still lingers with your scent.
Cat fucking is not funny.
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Lets (skinny) Dip Together
I was at a party recently. The caviar was waiting for me And the chips looked delicious. There were many dips to choose from And my fingers were itchy. You could say I had itchy trigger finger. Well I have itchy trigger gingers as well, But lets not talk about those soulless bastards. I headed towards the food table, As if in slow motion. Actually, I was a little high, No, very high. So I guess I...
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Preacher
She liked to smoke during her breaks. She knew she stank of stale smoke. The cringing faces of old ladies And the dirty looks from self righteous women Told her that. No guy would fall for her.
Actually, Maybe one would. She could still hear his words, Still see his mouth, a gospel horn. He used to come talk to her during her breaks. He would stand by her, Ignore the smoke And stare...
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Fresh Prince of Bel-Air has a Sylvia Plath poem...
I suppose some of you would find that interesting.
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Dead
The dead littered the streets. People had to side step rotting bodies And jump over bloated corpses. Everyone saw the dead. They were obstacles, Shells of the previously ignored poor. It wasn’t like we cared for them When they were homeless and starving. We didn’t have to. They were rarely in our way. But, Now that they were dead weight And dead set hurdles In previously established...
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Dog Shit Blues
Half empty soda bottles Among half full Vodka bottles. Or is it the other way around? I don’t know,
But what I do know Is that I like Vodka. Brand doesn’t really matter And as long as there is some in the glass, It is always (insert appropriate fraction) full.
One could say I am an alcoholic. One could also get punched in the face space.
I might have anger issues, But thats not what...
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Fear The Reaper
I was in a bare knuckle fight with the Reaper. He was grim, as his name might suggest. His cloak of darkness swirled around us, Making us unseen to the rest of the world. I dodged him again and again, Never connecting my fists to his ambiguous face. I realized it was a losing fight, He would win no matter how much I tried. So I gave in to his clutches, Leaving behind my bloody fists And broken...
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americanmasters:
my cover of “east virginia”...
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Bloody mouth, Broken teeth, He walked into the house. It was Valentines Day. He had been in a fight, She was fighting the urge to run. Rather, her need to take him right then Was fighting her need to run from him. She knew he wanted her, He knew she would be more than willing. His blackened eyes stared into hers. His bloody fingers caressed her soft cheeks. His violence ended at the doorstep,...
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we can take a bit of a breather: Chemical... →
andyouwhisperedhurry:
We can keep pacing the narrow doorways of this cold and empty jail, glancing out barred windows with feeble hope for the cure to come with the rising sun, but I think you know and I know that only trees find life in light, and it’s not always a good thing to be rooted in place. I know and you know what it’s like to have those shadows on your face like a bar code, cellblock...
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Boiling water Poured on soft skin. She screamed, Ready to give up. It smiled, Knowing her strength was fading. She whispered, “Hurry.” It blinked. Suddenly the water turned cold And it was her skin That was burning up. Its hold on her melted And her scars started whispering. It was a low murmur at first. Then it got louder And louder Till they reached a deafening crescendo. It tried to...
Why can Kevin from The Office never find love?
Because he is forever Malone.
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That Awkward Moment
When you make fun of a metaphor in your mind because it doesn’t make sense at first and then you think more about it so you can have a rational argument against it which leads to you realizing the validity and beauty of the metaphor.
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A soft kiss
On a warm neck,
On a small bed,
In a dark room,
On a summer night,
Under a dark moon.
You were frail, A porcelain doll In my steel hands.
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Plastic Perfection
Her fully empty lips And her long, flimsy eyelashes. She was plastic perfection Straight out of a magazine, The gloss still fresh On her printed beauty.
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Sin of Omission
She stood in the shower, Trying to scrub herself clean Of the sins of her past. luxuria (lust) gula (gluttony) avaritia (greed) acedia (sloth) ira (wrath) invidia (envy) superbia (pride) She saw in her scarred wrists The lust for control.
She saw in her thin waist The gluttony of control.
She saw in her rich clothes The greed for control.
She saw in days wasted The sloth taking control.
She...
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I Felt Nothing
Your hand in mine was easily forgotten. Your lips on mine were soft whispers In a strong wind. I had lost you. Those images were ghosts Of an all too real past.
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Good Day to Die
Whores and cocaine clouded my past. Not to say they weren’t good, But they were in the past. Mind you, Only the recent past. I was on the cusp of the future With an AK on my back And the roaring of my Harley Filling the silence of the streets. Those streets, Then black, Would soon be bloodied red. The roar of the Harley Was the background music To my final ride. It was good day to die, And a...
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Whenever I look up at the stars, I realize how smudged my glasses are. Both my black rimmed spectacles And my human perspectacles. See, I even rhyme for the sake of rhyming. I look at the stars And I think about what they mean to me. Only a human could be selfish enough To think that the stars Could possibly have a meaning. Much less, A meaning for himself. I cannot comprehend this universe. I...
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Anarchy
Anarchy itself is the lack of control of an authority of any sort. It is meant to be freedom in its ultimate form. Anarchists disagree so much for a few reasons:
By definition, Anarchy lacks a leadership that defines what it is about.
People who claim to be anarchists get bungled up in the same system that they are trying to defy. They fail to understand that Anarchy is the canvas that will...
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Cigarillos
My first cigarillo Was in my parent’s backyard. I sat on a lawn chair During a mid summer evening And smoked, Or rather coughed my way through it. My second cigarillo Followed right after the first And it was much better. I knew I was hooked. The tasty smoke And the nicotine buzz, They had me at the first light. Now I smoke at least 3 a day And maybe one cigar. The only thing I don’t...
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Alliteration Thursday
Textual tamales, Hungry heads satisfying. Words worth writing, Rampantly read ravings. King of kool, A callously caged cat. Accordingly angry, She stared silently At alliterated allusions To tamed tabby cats.
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“Plagiarism is nothing but rampant inspiration.”
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Note to self
Do not go around the store you work in, kicking open doors while you yell “THIS IS SPARTA!” Your boss will probably not find it amusing and you might have to apologize to the customers for scaring their children.
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Crutches and Heels
I know this girl, She come to m store everyday. For the past week She has been coming in On crutches. I asked her what happened And she said she fell down the stairs. I asked her what really happened And she said she fell off the roof. I asked her how And she said she was cleaning out the drains When a sudden gust of wind Tipped her off balance And off the roof. Now, She walks in today And I hear...
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Literary Impaired
This is a blog where I post definitions of words and quotes I like. You can submit too if you so please.
literaryimpaired
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Things to not say when you meet a pretty Russian...
I think Marx must have had you in mind when he spoke of the ideal proletariat.
Will you shoot my AK-47?
Comrades get free blowjobs right?
You can Trotsky into my pants.
I’ll be Germany and try to invade you. Let me in this time?
Quit Stalin and hurry up with the blowjob already.
In Soviet Russia, girl on top.
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Addiction
The needle no longer bothers me. The syringe isn’t exciting anymore. I am not excited. I need this. I need it I need it I need it.
I can function. I’ll need more. Soon. She keeps screaming at me. Telling me to stop. Telling me to care. I do. I can’t stop. I need this. I need it I need it I need it.
She is crying. Her tears reminding me I’m thirsty. It is wearing off. I...