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I don't think any US journalist has written as tough (and spot-on) a portrayal of the threat facing us as this Canadian, Andrew Coyne of the Toronto Globe and Mail. If you read to the end, you will be rewarded with the most flattering photograph yet of the convicted-felon-in-chief:“Nothing mat..

Civ+Traits

INSERT OR REPLACE INTO Types (Type, Kind) VALUES ('CIVILIZATION_IMP_ROMEJULRUEAGLRLAVR', 'KIND_CIVILIZATION');INSERT OR REPLACE INTO Civilizations(CivilizationType, Name, Description, Adjective, StartingCivilizationLevelType, RandomCityNameDepth, Ethnicity)VALUES('CIVILIZATION_IMP_..

Pequena

The mouse scurries out At the periphery of my vision At the corners of the cobwebbed room Enough to question if something is truly there like phosphenes ever present but briefly it patters in and out in micro-seconds like some quantum particle phasing in and out of "reality" wi..

Relationships

His wit is like a whip It slices the air It scars backs Makes onlookers wince Before the soundbarrier even breaks &n..

gggjiui

The buddhist monk at the corneradorned in full garb: robe, beads, shaven-headsmoking a cig with a gold watchjarred melike the 1st time hearing your dad cussor mom moan through thin wallsor seeing the hero die at the endi always assumed they were cloisteredin some dusty temple..

aaa

when there's nothing before you the only obstacle is yourself If epistemolgy does not give you a headache, you're doing it wrong. In the same vein, if ethics come easy to you, you're likely a tyrant.

blm

I must've watched itAt least 20 times beforeBut NOW as it finishedI felt nauseasA sick dizziness in my gutAs my body went limpAnd I felt sadBut it wasn't a selfish sadnessIt wasn't the pangs of the pastPictures of ghostsOr songs of exesOr a scent of moments forerver goneOf empty bottles or iron bars..

C19 3-4

Deal.65k per capita GDP times 37 million divided by 100k works out to 24 million per life. Cut each dead person's estate 2 million and move on...........Over 100K deadCatastrophic unemploymentRiots all across the nationSo just combine the Spanish flu + Great Depression and 60s civil chaos and you ge..

gggggjjj

Slack for messaging, Google Suite (Docs/Sheets/Meet/etc) for everything else... Other popular "programming" ...crazy celebrities, how CA is a 3rd world country, how Cleetus shot an intruder, something

Conform

Darnold .8875 Burrow .88375 Winston .875 Murray .85 Tua .846 Haskins .837 Mayfield .837 Rosen .837 *Wentz .653 *Goff .653 Herbert .806 Allen .80 Lamar .80 Love .795 *Trub .632 Daniel Jones .7

Cells

Noone is truly alone anymore As long internet waves bathe us In its muted glow of human residue Electronic voices, images and smiles In everyone’s pocket to masturbate to ..

Z-love

I wanna be your screen saverYour ringtoneYour bookmark There’s a million leering menWith hard ons from AustraliaTo Peru But what can any of themDo for you?On rainy nightsInside cars While big rigs rattle byAnd everything ..

XXX

they lack taste everything is bubble gum art, harry potter goth, eat-love-pray puff emoticon poetry it's like asphyxiating in a knock-off casket where even worms don't want to manger le bourgeoise ..

Medusa

Medusa You were the most beautiful of mortals Lovely and fair Wild wind-rapt hair You made Greek Grecian The envy of women, marble and gods Who may have walked on air But still could never reach Your angular cheeks Your violet eyes peering Piercing soldier, sch..

Morning

Wake up at 6amNormally to gray doomOf rushed breakfast in slow trafficOr crusty customers and balding bossesOf muck meetings and memosOf lead masks and commercial facadesOf noon heat slicing my neck like whipsBut today, I wake up before the alarmChipper and happy“Right side of the bed”&n..

Manifesto

Pale and gaunt What do you want A boyfriend or killer? Paint by the numbers Wake from your slumber All Heil Hitler It's only a game To slay and to maim As many as possible It will repeat Though you take to the street Feeling invincible Little will change..

Insatiable

Dick crazed. Daddy starved. Thirst for truthOr cum, if the former absentOne cut. Two pill. Three toak. Four sniff. Five down.Gulping. Ravenous. Hands quakingWhile jerking off strangers in carsOr husbands on valentinesTies and collars. Sneakers or wing-tipsClean shaven, stubbled or beardedThe twirlin..

Amoeba

Lips, wine and music open us Like light opens flowers We are a fist Banging against walls Of civilization &n..

Same Ole

There’s no beauty in my lifeJust rote routines, drives, forms and time sheetsThe same formulated shtick on TVThe same regurgitated archetypes on the big screenThe same conditioned notesThe same car, same hellos and goodbyesSame nods, handshakes and wallsMaybe today I’ll eat sushi instead..

Dulce

She loves hard. Snake bittenA look, a dance, a drink, deep smittenLike a match struck acrossStubble, fire purging lossAll in, from the word goWhile timid men think "I don't know"She does. She knows preciselyWhat clicks in her decisivelyThis alarms the cubiclesAnd pragmatic iciclesMelting away by the..

Poem

Eventually, your tits will saggYour thighs shall vein, your hair greyI know the secret of the vadgeNo kids, no hubby, cats gray allThat's why you dream aboutA big dick, or wallet, or brainOr least of all heartPrestige to make you less insane..........Fingers pinching babiesMercy ..

A World Without Bookstores

They say, if you don't like the read Then WRITE The book that isn't. But that's a bunch of bull I read that on some Vroman's display Remember them? Maybe they should've Worried more about quarterly projections Or about a world with out book stores Or a world sans broke poets Singers, artists and ma..

Red Rum

Love the shadows in your heartThe shade your dreams dwell inEmbrace the madman who departsThat's where your life beginsSome women never get overThe break-up with their dadTake it out on future loversThen wonder why they're sadKiss the snoring bumPassed out on your neckDown a swig of rumLove is all a..

X

Your lips are hemlockOnly if you dug your rootsIn toxic soils of fantasies Tattooed, bearded, DUMBBut vaguely resembling your dreamsOr how your dad looked in his 20sI knowTrust meI've seen women fling themselvesFrom moving carsFor dads, boyfriends and expectations - love me love me love loveFro..

Sandro

So many lost souls. Trapped in envelopes instead of suns. Caged in nightmares, and in stress. Gulping for breath off their pillows. Drowning in forgotten dreams. I tatted your arms once, bare and bronzed. You smirked, rolled up Tshirt. You roared, "the World is under boot". We laughed, and s..

The Scarecrow

It’s not that you don’t loveBut that your love is crippledCrippled by hushed roomsFingers up shortsBehind locked doorsYour love is a wheel chairAt the foot of a hillScratched glassesRotten milkDisfiguredYou need a saintBut crave devilsYou need a lightBut moan for darknessYou need warmthB..

A7

Suicide.

Burn

I don't want to contain your fire That which burns paper mache menIgnites my titanium pulse Illuminates my starless gaze Your kiss might utterly consume But I'll sing while I'm ablaze

Soul as Graffitti?

Bold and bright, vibrant and voluptuous, intricate or erratic,Political, social [or other]? |Gibberish or profoundAnd where? Over a fwy overpass, in a tunnel, bathroom, side of an old factory?At some uppity loft, or across a bodega? And when? When it's smoggy and the sun melts dashboards and patienc..

Poète maudit

Who else can inspire?Who else lights your dreams on fire?In darkness and in rainI kiss your silhouette of pain Who else makes you yearn?Makes your stomach churnMakes your raw heart acheSkip like a stone over a lakeWho else electrifies The numbness in your eyes?Who can make your red lips quiver?Who c..

Papa's Proverbs

A sorta father's day poem.

2nd Circle (Multimedia)

Multimedia. Click "play" in comments.

Art as commodity on WC

A social butterflyflatters and smiles and waves goodbyeNo talent which to speak ofBlabbers about flowers and loveMakes the rounds like a social nancyTickles your ego and fancyThat's how you network in life and artShe has merchandised heartProgrammed for likes and commentsThere she goes again, ..

Hiraeth

I just want to sway with you on the dance floor againI just want to pull your tiny toes and make you giggleI just want to feel your head buried in my chestI just want to hear you laugh at stupid jokesI just want to slide your panties over your milky thighsDown your curvy calves then slink off your a..

the ravaging

you fight the feeling, but it’s like trying to quiet hunger during an examrumbling, churning, growling, snarling from the pit where universes and chakras intersect in dazzling purple gold vermilionit explodes from you -in waves in waves in waves from your core to your muscles through your limb..

Wing tip

Ur too stupid, quite frankly, "U spelled it ur, ur one to talk"Ur also quite petty and fat" f**k u, u never complained"Ur daddy beat u, u like spanking" i need some new shoes an makeup"No one likes hearing yo s**t" i got 1,000 followers"W out yo tits , ur a scarecrowAmid fields of corn, dark an..

Happiness:

love a good person; find a job that doesn't make you dread waking up; read, walk, dance, attend museums and concerts; meditate, pray or deeply reflect; let go of the past: Dream. Laugh. Forgive.---------------love a good person; find a job that doesn't make you smoke or dread waking-up; read, wa..

Revel!

Happy New Year

Conflagration (audio)

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Still-Life: Pear

I am not a windshield wiperYou can flip off-and-onWhen the first gray drops splashAcross your heartAt dawnI am not a pillowYou can smother whenDarkness and despair spreadsFrom your toes to headThen toss asideFor breakfastI am not a dildoYou can flop out a drawerTo escape your hysteriaTo make your ey..

Flake

Love is not a switch you flip onBecause your consciousness is squirrely Because it is static on a screenA slow internetBecause the canvas of your heart is PollockViolent swathes slashing acrossThick strokes overlapping and crustingAnd you just want peaceAnd you just want comfortAnd you just need arm..

The moaner

She knows little of lifeThinks her kisses are ambrosiaBut must google ambrosiaFlowers without rootsPetals in the windare merely that. TransientLike her words. One day bloomingThe next rotting by sewersShe prefers the falling in loveOver the staying, her fickleFantasies of castlesVanish come dawnShe ..

Iliad

Once upon a timeWhen my arms bulged through tshirtsand my chin was angular and baregeometric and emptyI could withstand the stormThe turbulent thrashing foam and saltship barely riding wave after wavebelow thunder and lightningmoons fading behind cloudy sihlouttesbut now my hair is pepperedAnd my be..

Phonograph (audio)

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What is there to write aboutWhen the baggies emptyWhen the bottles clangWhen the cigarette smoldersWhen cum drainsWhat remains?When the music fades?your eyes in the morningcatching lightby the crack of the windowBeside the bedas you wake from your dreamor your nightmare dependsthe hangover ends.......

le petite mort

It's not the perfume but the smilethat wafts across the graveyardof desirebeneath broken moonlightamong crumbling tombswhere only ghosts leave wreathesyour lips on my neckwithered roses ignite billow chokes nightlike my hand on your throatas i enter your ecstasy of laughter and tearsyour manic icy e..

The Mummy

Grotesque "love" poem?

The Past

It’s like a smoky mouthSpewing ash on snowy trailsHeat withering dandelionsNeedle-fangs sinking into veinsReleasing paralyzing venomMaking me convulse and flashbackWhen a hand reaches out, I crush itWhen lips hover near, I bite themAnd the mouth gorges and enlargesIts tar tongue licks razorsIt..

Funerals

Your bones will lie pristine in some deluxe coffin. The worms will feast on your instagram At the funeral, some stranger dressed as a pastor will stand before loved ones And tell them how you REALLY were The clouds will dim the sun Overlooking valleys, you'll take it as a sign That HE was still the..

Breathe

Every breath is a lotto ticketCashed and paidA double-downA parlay hitA finger up a skirtA crashing waveA high wind in sticky heatA drag on a cold nightIt's a messIt's all a messEverything untidy and tidalFlipping, churning, recedingthen repeatingThe silver beams chirpIn midnight gardensA spoon moon..