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HumilityAcceptance. Bliss. Love. An autumn's rainfall, clouds brimming too near.Humility
Anguish. Scarred wolf's snout bleeding blue-black in the night air. Ferocity. Melodrama.
Request. Forgiveness. Stung numb, struck dumb. Acquiescence.
Acceptance, bliss, love, anguish, ferocity, melodrama, request, forgiveness, acquiescence. And returning to that lover's palm, unharmed.


Listen Carefully, Children...Rhythm.Listen Carefully, Children...
Fickle fudder-dudder and far-out friend, freed from the restraints of average men, recaptured momentarily for a place on his plate. Rhythm. Writhing, rampant, romantic rhythm. Who am I to reign such a solid beast? Restless to peruse and enthuse untold masses for their pocket change (it is a' flowin') and soon their knowing knowledge of idolatry is all for naught! Naught, but rhythm.
Cool cat, savvy on the streets, pressing punctuation marks into the floorboards (Scoreboards! Keeping track of time) TIME! Precious time, a gift of floetry on so many levels BUT the mortal plane. Planes! Like rhythm, slowly tipping, slipping
The Jaguar

A Checklist For Soulmates+A Checklist For Soulmates
A long time ago I decided that there was no such thing as soulmates. A short time ago I realized I had just messed up the definition.
Most people would say that a soulmate is a person that you were made for in Heaven. A person who has a matching halo to yours, a person who completes your half-a-soul self.
But baby, look at me. Today I’m wearing purple and blue and green and I wish I had a fishtail so I could swim to Africa and walk around with a pot on my head and a chicken on my back, speaking in nothing but click-sounds and smiles. Look at me. Today I said

Devious Comments
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EEE you have been invivted to participate in my duck quacking poetry contest!
it will only take 5 minutes.
all you have to do is describe the quackign of ducks.
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"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
Anyways.. my phone has ceased to work because of the fact that it was swimming in Gatorade in my backpack..so... call my home phone. Ehe.
so much
you decided to keep it
I appreciate it more than you'll ever know.
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"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me
from the inside?" -Saul Williams
~Jenn
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CaRpE_DiEm
Thanks for catching PIKAprincess X9
Take good care of it
The PIKAs
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Because I say so.
I hope he likes it.
He will as soon as he gets his head out of his butt, where it currently is, lurking in a depression thats actually brought on by the foul smell and the damp darkness.
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Well that was kinda gross..
lol
yayness.
you are cowated wondrously.
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"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
AND YOU NEVER EVEN USED MY SUGGESTION FOR THOSE BLASTED BUTTONS OMFG I HAVE HAD IT!
*gunshot*
*body drop to floor*
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*JPG Magazine
*pent up with excitement because nobody has seen it and has just spent seven hours uploading photos that no ones eyes have come across besides mine*
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*Flickr
*iStockphoto
*JPG Magazine
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k. myst williams
i will stop at nothing to be a god.
you stop getting online as much right when i START getting online again.
Whoosh
hehe
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