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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? But of course! |
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