Tag: modern
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Imagine What Passion Feels Like
Like music on repeat. Searching your innermost conscience, like that moment you got cold feet. Choices that don’t sleep. Transparent hand warmers. Handling beat rhymers. Saying hi to raccoons. Major Briggs never fought in platoons. Metal full-metal jacket pack it. Q-connect rack it. Dumpster divin’ moreover interstellar, part time story teller. Past life was bbqin’…
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Tension of Opposites
Add spice to the noodle launch code. Based off the keyboard soup bowl. Night creeps like pants barely touching the sneak. Dissing blunt blades cutting soba noodles behind the meat curtain. Waffle tops steppin’ on eggshells. Usually the shells that crush on ice cream. Pops and I have innerdimetional bones to pic. Family business atonement.
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Choreography of Space
Vicarious motions. Giving us mental callus. Crawling to successes palace. Wake up and your gone. Don’t use the wrong apparatus. Meaning don’t drink outta metallic. Innuendos of the saddest. As we are constantly revolving we sometimes inhibit an imbalance. Thus the unfinished mental challenge
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Indicated use of a Possessive
Place your bet on sarcasm. Something similar to iconoclasm. Keep your ears open. This is it. Color scheme ready to be architected. After the day the sun don’t shine. That’s a heavy load. Heavy metal. What’s the weight of 20k nails. Back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on. Which then changed the…
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Eyes of a Fly
Seeing red boxes everywhere. Call a van. Call of hands. To lift me outta here. Return to sender via a rubber stamp. Stamped the onslaught of negative thought. Font size 11. Dress like your seven. Teens think you’re a messiah. Horned-toothed on a pin-toothed cardigan. Not again. Catalogue another bad heart again. Call a friend.…
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Heroic Impulse
The war of art got me off the streets. Blaine told me a secret. Never label your bags. Hold your receipts. Hold me down like a golden fleece. Artist was my moms. I can count a million times. The strongest muscle could have dropped a-bombs While listening to Johannes. Years ago the hand of 60…
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Going Freestyle off an action Verb
From the beginning to beyond. Doing cemetery summersaults. From Loony Tunes, to Pinkie and the Brain including counterparts. Commentary no comment on the holy part. Dead body in the other room. Father roasting cashews. While blood flows and exhumes through other fumes. Mother sitting on couch smashing peanuts like a dead Mr. Planters. Planting seeds…
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Music matches your Attitude
Here we are again, twisted with split ends.Sitar bends.Motorcycle spins.Vocally empowering.Visually it’s the motion of kilometers per hour.Moments elapsed of the time you never thought existed.Expressions of happiness.Considered as the state of well-being, as as time mends,Your existence evaporates to higher meaning. The twists.The bends.The splits. The spins.Are all gestures from a lowerVibration.
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The Obscene Setting of Scenes
As you continue to tighten your watch bezel, I mean strap. Make sure you never walk out the house without thinking cap. Disregarding the gap on the metro slap. Lets see what else there is to speak upon. I had another dream of cutting off a tongue. Continue to read behind the lines. Number one…
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Age of Absolution
Bell tolls. Presidential polls logs the mandate. Tinder brings people together on the wrong date. Tree climber trending in my space. Jump from outer space sponsored by square space. Doing circles on my webpage. Googleplex on Friday to stretch a canvas in a special place. See a star from my sitting space. Reflections of a…
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