Pour me your heart (original) (raw)

haiku this?	[Sep. 22nd, 2014\|07:32 pm]Poetic Vandalism
our dog is dead nowher name was whatever who caresnow it's grassy dog-
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i wanna,this is a poem called I Wanna	[Jan. 22nd, 2014\|01:24 pm]Poetic Vandalism
[Current Location \|Lost Vegas] [mood	Moody, Lewdy, and Dude-y] [music	Aerosmith ]I wanna rock n rollI wanna smoke a bowl!I wanna sell my soul,wait, Satan, I don't wanna!I wanna dig a holeI wanna rockin roleI wanna stripper pole?Wait, God, I don't wanna!I want a pony foal!I want a pet friend mole!I wanna live on Dole!Anyone? No I don't wanna!I wanna score a goal!and have a furry vole!I wanna go Cajole?Yeah That's what I Wanna!
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(no subject)	[Jan. 21st, 2014\|06:28 pm]Poetic Vandalism
i love you tv, i can yell at you, talk to you, but not with you, sometimes i think my home is hotwired with espionage gear and perhaps certain people in cults CAN hear me and other peoplebut that would only explain the weird facial twitches the tv people havein the end we don't really know, we wonder, but not too hard, for that end may just open up a canof open ass and blow a nasty ass fart at us, that end, the giant rear end of the ass of god, of the ass of the ass of god,jesus, on his heavenly giant donkey, threatening us all with donkey farts, don't count sheep coun't giant farting angry angel donkeysanno domini? year of our lord? or Angel Donkey number two thousand fourteenhow many angel donkeys, jesus? before there's enough! never mind, they can flyand they're never on tv:(tv, i love youbut you make me sad
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[Jan. 21st, 2014|06:28 pm]Poetic Vandalism

i love you tv, i can yell at you, talk to you, but not with you, sometimes i think my home is hotwired with espionage gear and perhaps certain people in cults CAN hear me and other peoplebut that would only explain the weird facial twitches the tv people havein the end we don't really know, we wonder, but not too hard, for that end may just open up a canof open ass and blow a nasty ass fart at us, that end, the giant rear end of the ass of god, of the ass of the ass of god,jesus, on his heavenly giant donkey, threatening us all with donkey farts, don't count sheep coun't giant farting angry angel donkeysanno domini? year of our lord? or Angel Donkey number two thousand fourteenhow many angel donkeys, jesus? before there's enough! never mind, they can flyand they're never on tv:(tv, i love youbut you make me sad

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skippy the nicotine addicted mule -copyright sometime 1993,4, or 5- me	[Jan. 15th, 2014\|03:09 pm]Poetic Vandalism
he beats his wife and smokes cigarshe cross dresses and goes to barsOH skippy! the nicotine addicted Mule!He hates his neighbors and kills them deadhe finds politicians and fills them with lead!Oh Skippy!, The nicotine addicted mule!
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i don't wanna rap i just wanna write rhymes, i don't wanna sing, just commit financial crimes!	[Jan. 15th, 2014\|02:21 pm]Poetic Vandalism
i'm mc shoe munchy, and i want you to get crunchy, and rap my rhymes, slap my slimes, until you all buy a bucket and puke up your chymes!now get your best friends dead pet's corvette, they're sittin in it, in it to win it, they're rottin grinnin, like they're villain sinnin,dip that critter into the bile! make sure you strain it good, do not defile,now get your corrupt cop friends to take some musicians hostage, they'll use guns and drugs like sticks and carrots, to turn out them hippieslast itch,yeah, be corrupt, be be corruptyou love it, you can't live without itc is for the sea of money,o is for you owe me somer is for the pirate wayr is what you'll learn to sayu is who were gonna getp is what youre gonna dot is not what's in your drink!corrupt! be be corruptyou love it, sing it like you're a hostage of the greatest country in the worldstockholm ain't got nothin on the mall! upstairs level of your local grocery storeall tied up in an office dungeon, total media blackout, your hopes are bludgeoned!untill you learn to sing that song, be corrupt day and night long!
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i don't wanna rap i just wanna write rhymes, i don't wanna sing, just commit financial crimes!

[Jan. 15th, 2014|02:21 pm]Poetic Vandalism

i'm mc shoe munchy, and i want you to get crunchy, and rap my rhymes, slap my slimes, until you all buy a bucket and puke up your chymes!now get your best friends dead pet's corvette, they're sittin in it, in it to win it, they're rottin grinnin, like they're villain sinnin,dip that critter into the bile! make sure you strain it good, do not defile,now get your corrupt cop friends to take some musicians hostage, they'll use guns and drugs like sticks and carrots, to turn out them hippieslast itch,yeah, be corrupt, be be corruptyou love it, you can't live without itc is for the sea of money,o is for you owe me somer is for the pirate wayr is what you'll learn to sayu is who were gonna getp is what youre gonna dot is not what's in your drink!corrupt! be be corruptyou love it, sing it like you're a hostage of the greatest country in the worldstockholm ain't got nothin on the mall! upstairs level of your local grocery storeall tied up in an office dungeon, total media blackout, your hopes are bludgeoned!untill you learn to sing that song, be corrupt day and night long!

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(no subject)	[Jan. 10th, 2014\|01:06 pm]Poetic Vandalism
endless telepathic voices in my mind,shut up, then again, remind me how important it isthe chemicals flow, time vanishes, the only thing that isisis
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my bad love	[Jan. 3rd, 2014\|03:39 pm]Poetic Vandalism
my bad love is like a chance you didn't schedule right,goddamn fiends scheming in the shadows blight, rip us off and start putting on a show, don't nobody knowthere's no way to watch you thowhat are you bout, what's your problem what's your grief?you actin injun, but you know that you ain't chiefif you did you'd know that your steamin beef,i'm tryin to get busy , the apartment smells like queefyou wanna vomit? a comet rocket go atomic? call up satanget you another sin and tonicmy love is wild, fuck, it just got shot, now it's framed up in a game up load diskcop drop the slot, with afternoon mid dimension mild pretension? what's got you by the guts causin hesitation?our love is bad, we thrive on rotten scenery, the punks get mad, drop em off at the creamerylong time a go i'd salivate to knock you knee to kneenow i'm withheld, up in the midnite destinythen what you got, another head fulla random shock? better than nothin, sit at home and pick a locki'll prolly fail, do my duty try to bail, but i'm sinkin quick, the candle's half dead there's no wickthere is no love, no reason to get up in arms, just get high space out on the zombie sidei hear you bitchin, perscribe your ego suicideforget your fess, just remember i never liednot too much, at least i know i fucken tried
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my bad love

[Jan. 3rd, 2014|03:39 pm]Poetic Vandalism

my bad love is like a chance you didn't schedule right,goddamn fiends scheming in the shadows blight, rip us off and start putting on a show, don't nobody knowthere's no way to watch you thowhat are you bout, what's your problem what's your grief?you actin injun, but you know that you ain't chiefif you did you'd know that your steamin beef,i'm tryin to get busy , the apartment smells like queefyou wanna vomit? a comet rocket go atomic? call up satanget you another sin and tonicmy love is wild, fuck, it just got shot, now it's framed up in a game up load diskcop drop the slot, with afternoon mid dimension mild pretension? what's got you by the guts causin hesitation?our love is bad, we thrive on rotten scenery, the punks get mad, drop em off at the creamerylong time a go i'd salivate to knock you knee to kneenow i'm withheld, up in the midnite destinythen what you got, another head fulla random shock? better than nothin, sit at home and pick a locki'll prolly fail, do my duty try to bail, but i'm sinkin quick, the candle's half dead there's no wickthere is no love, no reason to get up in arms, just get high space out on the zombie sidei hear you bitchin, perscribe your ego suicideforget your fess, just remember i never liednot too much, at least i know i fucken tried

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(no subject)	[Jan. 2nd, 2014\|04:42 pm]Poetic Vandalism
i boughted a tome of limericks,it is chock full of shchlock and gimmicksi didn't know the publishers were that sickto go on and play out such a dirty trickthen again if you want money, you gotta be slicki wanted to return it late, while my stomach churned with hate,i didn't have the guts, to bother employee butts,with problems trite and sore,i'd get official lorewe're sorry about the trouble, though the receipt wasn't lost in rubble,the print is clear as day, and the workers here are all gay,thus with a smile we must instruct anyone, to go home and make their own fun!some of it was in latin ancient, i thought myself i'm quite patient?socubis anumbis anulus horiblus fickarum dickarum cuntus hoc gruntus?labiola crayola scribblamus dupamus, scrotamus jizzmentos cumdumpsterus exelciusit doesn't rhyme and i'm not certain my latin definition guide even has filth!now what the heck ends in somethingilth?
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[Jan. 2nd, 2014|04:42 pm]Poetic Vandalism

i boughted a tome of limericks,it is chock full of shchlock and gimmicksi didn't know the publishers were that sickto go on and play out such a dirty trickthen again if you want money, you gotta be slicki wanted to return it late, while my stomach churned with hate,i didn't have the guts, to bother employee butts,with problems trite and sore,i'd get official lorewe're sorry about the trouble, though the receipt wasn't lost in rubble,the print is clear as day, and the workers here are all gay,thus with a smile we must instruct anyone, to go home and make their own fun!some of it was in latin ancient, i thought myself i'm quite patient?socubis anumbis anulus horiblus fickarum dickarum cuntus hoc gruntus?labiola crayola scribblamus dupamus, scrotamus jizzmentos cumdumpsterus exelciusit doesn't rhyme and i'm not certain my latin definition guide even has filth!now what the heck ends in somethingilth?

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like a modern day phineas gage with no skull puncturing injury, i nevertheless	[Dec. 30th, 2013\|04:07 pm]Poetic Vandalism
shiny, new and shiny stars in the sky, they're new because?I HAVEN'T BOUGHT THEM YET!they're in the package, the original container, at the sky storeTHAT SOME FOLKS ADORE!if i bought the stars? then they would lose businessjust how i and my bad mojo put hostess out of businessAND ALMOST SEVEN ELEVEN!please don't come to our store, mister scumbag!no, no, no, you don't understand, over the hill lady with no wedding ringmy tongue has these seizures and conniptions, would you perform the cuntus maneuver and press your clit firmly against it?ah that's better,i oh, no that never happened, the stars, they prevent these uncouth momentscouthextra couthcouth lightcouth genuine drafty in here, with all these buy some stars starter kit broschuresbro? shure you wanna look at stars?i'm rather sure if i put them out of business with my bad luck, i won't be keen to
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like a modern day phineas gage with no skull puncturing injury, i nevertheless

[Dec. 30th, 2013|04:07 pm]Poetic Vandalism

shiny, new and shiny stars in the sky, they're new because?I HAVEN'T BOUGHT THEM YET!they're in the package, the original container, at the sky storeTHAT SOME FOLKS ADORE!if i bought the stars? then they would lose businessjust how i and my bad mojo put hostess out of businessAND ALMOST SEVEN ELEVEN!please don't come to our store, mister scumbag!no, no, no, you don't understand, over the hill lady with no wedding ringmy tongue has these seizures and conniptions, would you perform the cuntus maneuver and press your clit firmly against it?ah that's better,i oh, no that never happened, the stars, they prevent these uncouth momentscouthextra couthcouth lightcouth genuine drafty in here, with all these buy some stars starter kit broschuresbro? shure you wanna look at stars?i'm rather sure if i put them out of business with my bad luck, i won't be keen to

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slathered in blather	[Dec. 9th, 2013\|05:12 pm]Poetic Vandalism
the television arises, a frankenstein's monster froma lesser famous franchise competitor!blather, slather, get drunk, get a cooking show, continue to drink!slather me in democrats! i want to be whipped and taxed! lord don't allow me to smoke anywhere!prayer in gospel keys and the band is late! the symphony is late!the stoogesthe hacksthe tempsare all late, the printer's jammed! the computer got hit by lightning! Murphy is geeked!A franchisetin's monster! the television roars! get a drunken cooking show!join the democrats, fail at arguing! get connected with a consolation prize!your own drunken cooking show! no-one's watching, maybe they are, are you nice?notice the drunk cooks,the nice ones have audiences,the mean ones? a balcony and a camerathey are all drunk, some of the mean one's maybe aren't, the televisionlike a weathered prostitute, takes and gives,and takes, and it gives,the prostitute vision telemetry location communication appropriator!slathered in blather! there were channels few!although plenty now, who then knew?blathered in slather! There were program cooks,although few were drunk! now they're almost all drunkand the sober ones have no fansslathered in blather, remote control, do the right thingwe're counting, on you, alone now
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slathered in blather

[Dec. 9th, 2013|05:12 pm]Poetic Vandalism

the television arises, a frankenstein's monster froma lesser famous franchise competitor!blather, slather, get drunk, get a cooking show, continue to drink!slather me in democrats! i want to be whipped and taxed! lord don't allow me to smoke anywhere!prayer in gospel keys and the band is late! the symphony is late!the stoogesthe hacksthe tempsare all late, the printer's jammed! the computer got hit by lightning! Murphy is geeked!A franchisetin's monster! the television roars! get a drunken cooking show!join the democrats, fail at arguing! get connected with a consolation prize!your own drunken cooking show! no-one's watching, maybe they are, are you nice?notice the drunk cooks,the nice ones have audiences,the mean ones? a balcony and a camerathey are all drunk, some of the mean one's maybe aren't, the televisionlike a weathered prostitute, takes and gives,and takes, and it gives,the prostitute vision telemetry location communication appropriator!slathered in blather! there were channels few!although plenty now, who then knew?blathered in slather! There were program cooks,although few were drunk! now they're almost all drunkand the sober ones have no fansslathered in blather, remote control, do the right thingwe're counting, on you, alone now

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