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| TestimonyBy » SacreDuPrintemps on Wed Jan 31, 20070 Comments | | Speak ideals with inebriates and half wits who deal fight and spit in their
own social context
I’ve stayed weighed down by my bullshit, actionless, day by day I sit,
and occasionally steal life with a kiss, a gesture, a fist
Rationalize indolence just so I can soak in my indulgence, with a... |
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| Cookie Cutter Consumer PerfectionBy » SacreDuPrintemps on Wed Jan 31, 20070 Comments | | The punk, raver, goth, stoner, skater, rebel, corporate prescribed image
dictating your identity, robbing you of creativity, God sobbing over
humanity’s sold out entity
Wear the right clothes, go to the right shows, take the right drugs, and
you, too, can fall into one of the above
Adam is a GAP... |
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| Adaptation of W.S. Merwin's "For A Coming Extinction"By » SacreDuPrintemps on Wed Jan 31, 20070 Comments | | Beautiful organism
As you near the sea floor you’d never touch
The sleep you’ll never escape
I hope you do not hear
A preacher’s cry for a compassion
That never reached you
Like a man at his deathbed
And I by his side
I feign something sweet of the moment
As if these words do you... |
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| Delicious SufferingBy » SacreDuPrintemps on Wed Jan 31, 20070 Comments | | My sister’s breasts dragged across bloody cement, like some horrific
transfigured mother nature
I would go to sleep for months to the music of madness, of screams, and the
stench of disease
I’m packed in tight like a product, too tight to breathe
And I haven’t moved my whole life
I dream... |
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| Capitalist WhoreBy » SacreDuPrintemps on Wed Jan 31, 20070 Comments | | I met a man in a nice suit
He kept looking at his watch (I think it was Swiss) as he drove 85 on the
highway
And turned his car into a flaming metallic coffin
And no one cried at his funeral |
