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[Jan. 25th, 2020|10:13 pm] |
The poet's eye obscenely seeing
sees the suface of the round world
with its drunk rooftops
and wooden oiseaux on clotheslines
and its clay males and females
with hot legs and rosebud breasts
in rollaway beds
and its trees full of mysteries
and its Sundays parks and speechless statues
and its America
with its ghost towns and empty Ellis Islands
and its surrealist landscape of
mindless prairies
supermarket suburbs
steamheated cemeteries
and prostering cathedrals
a kissproof world of plastic and toiletseats tapax and taxis
drugged store cowboys and las vegas virgins
disowned indians and cinemad matrons
unroman sentors and conscientious non-objectors
and all the other fatal shorn-up fragments
of the immigrant's dream come too true
and mislaid
among the sunbathers
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[Oct. 12th, 2004|04:18 pm] |
I think I did this once awhile ago, but no one commented.
So make this time a little bit more intereresting, eh kids?
Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love; anything.
Make sure to post anonymously and honestly.
Post as many times as you'd like.
PS/EDIT;
You are Kathleen Hanna. You are observent and
aware. You are concerned and as nice as can be.
You'll do anything to make a statement and
aren't afraid to talk about issues other people
ignore. You've had some issues but music is
your therapy.
Which punk rock goddess are you?
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