dragons are no match
for my hands,
strong and sharp
on their slimy golden scales.
i go against the pattern
and they squirm in discomfort.
success? yes.
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let's have a picnic. you bring the food. i'll bring bad poetry and the sparkling cider.
About Me
Yes
- I like to say long words filled with vowels.
- I wake up in the morning smiling.
- I'm going to change your world, jai guru deva om.
- The smell of good cigarettes and coffee make me happy though I don't do either.
- I like it when people try to correct other people, but they're incorrect.
No
- I'm just a bit blind.
- I confuse the spelling of "pee" and "pie." All the time.
- I'm having an affair with punning
- I can't ride a bike
Maybe
- I'm kind of an arse.
- I can balance whole cities on my head.
- My career goal includes becoming rich and famous and nasty and miserly.
- I live for late nights and early morning fights/with my mother/ the grumpy alarm clock spirte.
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- Sunday morning, you are my sunshine
- sliced applessittingin thepink bowlon thedirty tab...
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- walk down to the chatahoochie.look into the ripple...
- Swinging: An Epic
- at night I am not the owlbut the mouse.and sleeple...
- jack and i go way back, son
- can you see my black emo roots? dagum, cuz HERE TH...
- who waterloo?
- yes, comrade?
- time already got that nightcap
- early morning after (late night movie)
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our picnic is over
but let's do it again. i'll bring the food, then.
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