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we need to expand this - I suggest horror haikus!
I want to kill you I have a revving chainsaw The red blood will flow |
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To put the country simple, earth has a lot of things other folks might
want...like the whole planet. And maybe these folks would like a few changes made. Like more carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere, and room for their way of life. We've seen this happen before, right in these United States. Your way of life destroyed the Indian's way of life. The Indian reservation is extinction. But I offer this distinction. I'm with the invaders, no use trying to hide that. And at the same, I disagree with some of the things they are doing. Oh were not united anymore than you are Oh we're not united anymore than you are. Conservative factions is set on nuclear war as a solution to the Indian personality. Others disagree Others disagree I don't claim that my methods are one hundred percent humane, but I do say, if we can't think of anything quieter, and tidier than that... We are all not that much better than new earth aches. There is no place else to go The theater is closed There is no place else to go The theater is closed Cut word lines Cut music lines Smash the control images Smash the control machine. That's Quick Hits by William S. Burroughs. Another great Beat writer, he wrote Naked Lunch. If anyone's seen the movie you'll know just how fucked up this guy is.
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MISINTUPITATED- The act of removing the spine by use of fire. DEVESTED- The removal of one's vest. SCTUPP- To deficate on a woman after nonconsensual sex. |
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horror haiku #2 - guess this film:
Maria was hot Her friend cried and bled alot But dad lost his head Any guesses???? |
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Here I sit
Broken hearted Try to shit But only farted. A classic from Highschool. |
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Whitman!
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This is what I want on my tombstone. It's from Shelley
"As the earth when leaves are dead/ As the night when sleep is spead/, As the heart when joy is fled/, I am left lone, alone." Of course there's Poe's Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. This poem always hits me in the gut.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all |
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Its a bit of a morbid subject but i always liked comedian Spike Milligans tombstone, it simply says 'I told you i was ill'
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This is my favorite Shakespearean Sonnet
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest; But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet, love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all |
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