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It Burns | godfearingemotionalwreck

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Friday, June 7th, 2013. The lights burn all night. In a town’where no one. Lives let alone sleeps. For buck and dime. The zero sum game. The odds are stacked. The house always wins. Not just in the house. It’s so unfair. She’ll sling cocktails. Till her kness give out. Her kids are cornered. Their schools are broken. She’s sucking cock. To make the rent. He’s shooting his pension. She’s on porntube. Her kid will see it. The Answer is Obvious. 2 comments on “ It Burns. June 10, 2013 at 10:49 am.

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A Love Poem for the end of the American Empire, or Fuck You, Obama, I’m getting my ass laid. | Shona. In Focus.

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I've got it coming to me. A Love Poem for the end of the American Empire, or Fuck You, Obama, I’m getting my ass laid. January 27, 2013. Now here’s something fascinating. My paycheck’s shrinking but my heart is growing. Larger, when I look into. You talk too much, you know it. The world is sliding off it’s own edge. We should be bangin’. Apocalypse sex out there. Falling in love against the decline. And fall of our American empire. The country’s flat broke. But my heart is bursting with gold. February 8,...

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So. | The Tennessee Rose

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Rose's Ramblings in the big old world. So I’m hanging out with Melissa, just sitting on some stoop watching a game of pick up ball across the street. Not talking, just sitting close enough to feel the warmth off her. And she says to me, real quiet Rose. I got something to ask you and I may be wrong and if I am I will just die. But I got to ask you and I’m like okay. shoot. Have you been coming on to me this last little while? Ummmm Maybe, kinda a little, yeah. Just kinda a little, for now. Said this on J...

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Clap of Thunder | Shona. In Focus.

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I've got it coming to me. June 7, 2013. Clap of Thunder in the distance. Somewhere trouble dons its boots. Struck in wonder, the whole world listens. Tree of woe now brings its fruits. Who will wander, who will stay. At the path of right and justice. Who will go under, who will pay. For this hell been wrought among us. Clap of thunder sounds a warning. Bell of omen, peal of doom. We all well could be dead by morning. If not us, then pray tell, whom? June 7, 2013 at 8:34 pm. June 8, 2013 at 1:10 am. Top P...

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The Answer is Obvious | godfearingemotionalwreck

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The Answer is Obvious. Friday, September 20th, 2013. The pilgrim approached the Sphinx. On a windswept mountain pass. The sphinx said here’s the dealy-o. What walks on four legs in the morning. Two legs at noon and three at night. Answer me true and I will set you free. The pilgrim scratched his head, scratched his balls. Chewed gum, Googled it, blew a doobie. Decided he’d wing it, coughed and said. The American Democracy . Lucky guess, motherfucker. 2 comments on “ The Answer is Obvious.

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Lime Crush | Shona. In Focus.

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I've got it coming to me. February 21, 2013. Shimmers on the lips. Burrs the back of the throat. February 21, 2013 at 8:51 pm. I like to suck, too. February 22, 2013 at 11:15 pm. February 25, 2013 at 7:40 pm. A good suck now and then can be most efficacious! February 21, 2013 at 10:01 pm. Reblogged this on H E Double Hockey Sticks. Tangy poetry from Shona! February 21, 2013 at 10:26 pm. It’s the crush, at the end, that counts! February 22, 2013 at 12:20 am. February 22, 2013 at 6:38 am. Notify me of new ...

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Touching Distance « Saran Girl

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Unaccustomed as I am to public blogging…. The night is only as deep. As it takes me to reach down and find you. And the dark is only as wide. As the distance between our bodies. The night is only as long. As the time taken for heartbeats to echo. And it is only ever as cold. As the moments that you are not here. People talk about loss and sorrow. As if they were vast and unknowable seas. But sorrow springs from tiny sources. And loss from a second apart. They say time and distance are relative. Notify me...

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The Killer « Saran Girl

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Unaccustomed as I am to public blogging…. If you fear the hurricane. The hurricane will find you. If you fear the bonds of fate. The bonds of fate will bind you. If you fear the future’s dark. Then such darkness will blind you. The killers slips in through. If you hate the hand of god. The hand of god will doom you. If you hate the grinding mill. Then it will consume you. If you you hate flowers of love. Then don’t do what its blooms do. The killer climbs the staircase. If the road seems hard and long.

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Happy Day « Saran Girl

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Unaccustomed as I am to public blogging…. And the citrus tang. Mixes with the salt. And the thick smells. Washed on the shoreline. My feet slide and push through. Doesn’t interest them. I worry too much. I’m not worried. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. 3 comments on “ Happy Day. 2013/06/08 at 2:40 am. That is such a wonderful poem. 2013/06/10 at 6:20 am. Such a smile bringer! 2013/06/16 at 3:10 pm. This brought joy to radiate through my soul. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.