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Cigarettes, My Dear Poet, Could Lull Us Higher



I just screamed I didnt breathe
And now you are jacking me
In your American car
How reluctant.
Cigarettes, my dear poet, could lull us higher.
Yet around the moon I am weeping
Deadly and omnipresent dogs are festering in it,
They are passionate,
But they are not fresh for eating.
Cigarettes, my dear poet, could lull...
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abacusamethyst:
that was supposed to be:

*heart* your poetry smile
seattledome:
I love anything that includes the word Anarctica!!! ARRR!!!
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The STD Known as Public Education.

How about those California Raisins?

Are you writing out your stand up routine?
Is it funny?
No.

Yeah but this is a joke for America!

How can you tell if you have crabs?
For my poem,
I had public education; you went to a catholic school.
Oh right... I hear crabs are all over public education.
Dirty bastards
A...
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Ode to Jon

: I met a girl that had sex with Tenacious D at a bar recently.

: Both, or just Jack Black?
: Both.
: Together.
: No kiddin

Oral splatter painting on faux fur with hidden side zipper.

: Hmm, kind of punky.
: Yeah, too bad I don't have Internet at home and shouldn't watch stuff at work,
: Just moved,...
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