Bricks BricksBricks
I stood face to face with the brick wall, my eyes fixated on one single point in front of me, dangling tantalizingly, slightly above my forehead. My feet stood planted and spread as if in competition, as in a challenge. The small indention in the murky red stood unyielding, a
Urban PrideThe Cab Driver Couldn’t have shown his pride Any more than he already was,Urban Pride
Knit hat in
The colors of his flag: Yellow, green, and red, With a few dreadlocks Still hanging From his other wise balding head.
His domain (of which he was sill the captain) Had a sign on the back seat that read “Say No to Illegal Drugs… Don’t Judge a Book by It’s Cover”
Another sign on the side told The driver’s name was
Kofi Which I thought could be pronounced Coffee Which was the color of his skin. &n
RhythmFeet pounding a steady, Relentless beat on cold pavement. One foot here. No, Wait, Here. Be careful not to break a back Your mother’s or otherwise, But you don’t care. Because conscience only exists in one’s mind. Prayers of safety and Spiritual relief are lost in the constant pounding since God only exists in the headphones Slung around your head Where the music is,Rhythm
And karma only exits In the little brown bowl at the station
That says one cent for good luck. So you’ll try it. And continue beating on Until the only thing
FameYou know, being famous isn’t easy.Fame
People always have these expectations. It’s like when you meet some fan at a high-end party.
“Oh, hello there Have we met before?”
And they’ve got a slight scent of alcohol surrounding them And they stick out their hand And grab yours and stare at you like your God
“So you’re familiar with my work …well, I’m glad you like it so much”
But then God wouldn’t really be like me. I’m sure God has better things to do with his time
Than pursue idiotic dreams of grandeur and fame While he’s trying to save the w
Beautiful Revolution SongsBeautiful Revolution SongsBeautiful Revolution Songs
Weeping streets drive Stiff hopeless loss The barefoot, saintly, unshaven madman, visionary wailed Roaring sanity, whoring tragedy
Of lonely horrors
In conforming cities With unyielding hunger
And desperate fevered thirst
Humorless suicide
gentle ocean deeply swelling
Floating neon bodies
coversations with God -goodbyeI phoned God to ask him to stop the clock at 11:59 pm So I could put a hold on tomorrow, at least for a few days So I could put off saying goodbye to you.coversations with God -goodbye
God has become an automated service A franchised McReligious service ‘Thankyou for calling God’s hotline’, the generic, exploited voiceover said.
‘For sin confession press six six six, to admit to adultery press six nine, to support God’s program to lower the divorce rate, press seven, for born again Christians, press feeling alive five, to remind yourself of the ten commandments press one zero, and for all othe
Now...
Approval
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What do you mean there's no Santa?!?
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"You will be dragged by your ears to the dungeons, where a drunken Filch will be waiting for you with a cactus...and a croquet mellet." -Snape (Potter puppet pals)
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"You will be dragged by your ears to the dungeons, where a drunken Filch will be waiting for you with a cactus...and a croquet mellet." -Snape (Potter puppet pals)
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"I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters."
-Frank Loyd Wright
"I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some."
mystery solved?
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"I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters."
-Frank Loyd Wright
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"Invention is one percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration." - Edison
If Mr. Edison had worked smarter he wouldnt have sweat so much. Case closed.
...starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix...
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Baa, star child.
I love that poem.
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"I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters."
-Frank Loyd Wright
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