I'm sorryThat's it.
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Streetwise PoetsWe illuminate our egos into missives carried over railroad tracks through cracks in walls and building backs stacks of Kry and a black book we strap a backpack to try our art cartograffers of our own history we bomb trains set to detonate our names like Dr. Coffee, Zephyr, Skeme Fab Five Freddy, Blade and Seen a writer’s dream has no admission fee the asking price is just your eyes for an end to end train that’s rolling by whispering hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hopStreetwise Poets
We are the unseen artists of the night streetwise poets wi
by ~Antitheist
The Last Night With AristotleAfter a rather long walk in the woods, Mike and Aristotle decided to set up camp by a giant ravine. They built a fire, and began to set up a spit. After the food had cooked for a little while, Mike produced a bronze sphere from his pocket.The Last Night With Aristotle
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Mike said, turning the sphere in his hand, “about substance.” “You bought a bronze sphere just to ask me this question,” Aristotle laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected any less.”
“Now, you said that this is a substance, right?” &nb
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...I held the ladder while Wallace Stevens climbed it, considering each barefooted step with a disdainful caution....
He firmly planted the corner of a white bed sheet, which he insisted was, in fact, an “economical canvas”, with his hand as he removed one of the two nails from the left side of his mouth.
After about three different configurations of hammer, nail, bed sheet, he grabbed the nail firmly with his thumb and index finger, holding the bed sheet with the side of his palm, and hammered the nail through the sheet into the wall.
“You see, Michael,” he muttered through the right corne
by ~Antitheist
DancefloorWhittle down the riddle with a little bit of fiddle and diddle down the middle pathDancefloor
Galactic interaction is a fraction of your action a sacrimental seismograph
[repeat]
This is not a call to arms This is not a cry for peace This is not a battle field This is just a dance floor
Get up off your booty, baby and come and dance with me
[repeat x2]
Get up off and philosoph and be my diety
[repeat all]
Iterant Inuit indian villages-- Intimate passion for images of imminent pil
by ~Antitheist
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Is there?Is there? By Marvin AlexisIs there?
Tattoos between His bony knuckles, His hands peeking through the gates Sitting on clouds of smog; watching…
I’m a sucker for dark alleys My city’s capillaries Creases in my grandparents’ palms The perpetual tunnel in his eyes waiting for the answer My furrowed forehead as I try to find it
He sits there on His crown with His head hunched over towards the ground In deep thought As she walks over and plucks the syringe from His vein He doesn’t even twitch She kneels in front of him, whispers something But He i
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terrorism was born for economic problems,
and the fighting in ireland has not ideological but nationalistic root.
religion is an excuse for humanity, not a main contributer.
i'm italian, i live in rome so i know what christian influence in history and politics. in spite of this (i'm atheist also) i cannot criticize religion. not for its "blood responsability"
My friends' parents are very strict Xtian and they're one of the reasons I left Christianity. If there was no religion then they wouldn't persecute me for being a different religion, we'd all be on good terms in that sense.
But it's not for me to change your opinion. If that is what you believe then believe it, but don't try to persuade me anymore to believe your beliefs.
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Vampires do NOT sparkle.
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† Pay attention, to the decision of truthfulness and of the plummet of the balance according to its stance. †
Vampires do NOT sparkle.
terrorism was born for economic problems,
and the fighting in ireland has not ideological but nationalistic root.
religion is an excuse for humanity, not a main contributer.
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† Pay attention, to the decision of truthfulness and of the plummet of the balance according to its stance. †
Vampires do NOT sparkle.
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Accepting each other will, though.
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Vampires do NOT sparkle.
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