Homer was Blessed to be BlindThis is the epic song of the hectic high rise. Public truths, private lies, all hide from the watching eyes, the Republic’s youths.Homer was Blessed to be Blind
Nick-at-Nite or Walter Cronkite. One must decide. Time to waste or taste force-fed fear? Irony: in either image we reside.
Reading poetry while taking a piss – that line should not exist. “But how do you know?” Instincts are fraught with folly. After waiting for the trolley: “Where did I want to go?”
My thoughts crumble to the rumble of mass transit. I wonder why this future is mine.&nb
A Notice to Alumni:Oh Adlai, Can you see what we’ve done? Do you hear the clinking chips of the money changers? Would you send your only begottenA Notice to Alumni:
Stevenson to overturn the poker tables in your house, where liars and thieves
earn their names as such.
Or were you one of us once? Did you glare over the top of your junk hand and deceive your friends for the sake of the win?
Would you do it again, Adlai?
Oh Adlai, Can you see what we’ve become? Do you hear the squeaking springs we call “college dating”? Would you send us a savior to
exc
Generic Love Poem No. 27It starts more simply than a kiss, with talk and touch and time. And though I dared contain it thus, it does not fit in rhyme. The quark of love hides in all play, and wit a favored mask. It needs not be intentional, love needs no leave to ask.Generic Love Poem No. 27
Though still a man of jaded years,
I want no more to waste. So if I’m held in high regard, towards love let’s not make haste. Let us proceed with timid step across each other’s hearts, Too deep a tread, too quickly made may push us both apart.
Do not forsake your smile, O love, I’ll not
Insight
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
p.s. i know of one other bss lover...my exbf he is who introduced me to them.
what are your thoughts on leonard cohen? blue october?
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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kill monotony
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kill monotony
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kill monotony
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Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
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