Enough: how to tell the #need from the #want
udas borrowed life for a day to make
Something's what I need now. Brand new car.
I'll sell a soul for that. Mine? Yours?
""Fact" is dead and "I heard " took over this shore." Impeach Trump?
Baby smiles, baby cries, dancing around to close baby eyes.
All those I have bottled inside, like chutney on a shelf.
Pause to mourn. It wasn't the reaper calling.
A bearded Jew picks you up like a prom date,
His halo catching the pearls of your white dress.
The fiery chariot makes your half smile shine, as you
Look back at the tears to come...
If only I had done more, been more, prayed more!
The sand and the mud are all mixed up
And the sun fish lie dead on the shore.
Spare the son.
But kill the father, kill the mother, kill the brother, kill the sister, kill the baby, and let the son get vengeful, and ...
1961 it was agreed....not
1972 it was agreed....not
1984 was not agreed...but
1996 it was agreed....not
2008 was not agreed...but
2019 it will be agreed...but
I've been told that a crappy chair
Is the proof of the absence of a carpenter,
But did the chair just spawn itself or
Or was it just a crappy street corner carpenter?
Dorian throws the news around my phone, And its not pretty. Some are sad, some are swelling, And the rest curse the past as if death was an ally. The words drip drop on the easel, and the brushes: Oh they make grandiose moves...how do you paint 95? With the purple of Kutama, a splash…