poetry and pics, a set on Flickr.
Thursday, 9 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
Monday, 2 January 2012
Monday, 12 December 2011
Monday, 5 December 2011
anybody knows
the holidays are in the garage, listen
u call at 5 am to tell me you're a method
actor; u are the most envied man in taiwan
u are a baby doll, a person i love
nakedness and drawing, i can't
wait
then there's an office called anybody knows
u can act like u can prevent women to love you
my travels with foster siblings and the fat splitting up
u travel like a man and u are a gift to owls
investigation juice; u can stay here and love
thy bald freak, act like cinema, u are a very
pretty girl
u are the ultimate spider man
u are feminist goo seeing an
eccentric tomato salad
obviously there is a broken escalator
i am a big 5 trait eye, i look like tv and i am viral
this room dreams i am an amazing nail; we can
get a pool and a bone host
p.s. i am a celebrity twit
half naked women are much about bone
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
this is the way to munch
because she had a song
snake, snakely one
this goes without saying
she said little
i will kill your soul or travel that day
oh u virus head, u one hit wonder
don't go blowing your idioms
u are missing the point
i woke up and i knew how to sleep
i am very chinese
i am a spider on the wall
i am a wiki quote
a ragga cat etc.
a strawberry shortcake machine
when i died it was in rows
i am concerned with your travel plans
and your horror flicks, bursts of thunder
a million galaxies: sun, moon, stars
i steal ohio when the nites go to hell
i didn't steal your band in seven cities of water
and primate behavior; come in, china wonders
it was a tv song and it was sincere
there's no escaping your gun
ed woke up and his job was
secure
u are wasting words in rows
i have a poor enough excuse to
belittle this and dye your ear
this is the way to munch
father, the universe says it is outside the sun
and i haven't been paid 22 mountains and a
final yield
i don't want to steal your band and your 11 poets and
your blog of water and primate guns but i've paid the
universe with three million unborn baby's ears
the walls sue the exits and can
someone tell me if elvis is the
sun and questions in new jersey
when i died i was sarcastic
prophets, priests and foo
legal whatever, your questions
your travel, your lightning
forgive me a churchyard
come with your anti cloud
your blog of stars between her paid light
this cloud
wasting words in rows
your mind is primate behavior
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