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dik.n.ur.ear

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  1. it is funny how just as fast as okae entered houston, half the city decided that his style was now theirs.
  2. Argue...discuss, debate, dispute, kick around, review, ventilate, expostulate, object, protest, bicker, quibble, squabble, quarrel, disaccord, disagree, bandy words, have it out, attest, talk about... it is all the same....i am a suburban white kid who thinks it is all about having fun and getting a hard on...not music.
  3. Yeah....real Graffiti is done by mexicans who argue about hip hop on the internet...word son.
  4. wow...those are some strange memories.
  5. rest in peace http://legacyrecordings.com/johnnycash/images/photos/couch.jpg'> At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes I see them every where I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone
  6. go buy the "versions of the beast" dvd...@ 14.99, it is real worth it...
  7. i doubt the majority of you internet brawlers give a fuck about poetry, but please contribute and prove me wrong....
  8. "Be Drunk" You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groan
  9. "Afternoon Song" Though your wicked eyebrows call Your nature into question (Unangelic's their suggestion, Witch whose eyes enthrall)> I adore you still - O foolish terrible emotion - Kneeling in devotion As a priest to his idol will. Your undone braids conceal Desert, forest scents: In your exotic countenance Lie secrets unrevealed. Over your flesh perfume drifts Like incense 'round a censor: Tantalizing dispenser Of evening's ardent gifts. No Philtres could compete With your potent idleness: You've mastered the caress That raises dead
  10. "EVEN WHEN SHE WALKS. . ." Even when she walks she seems to dance! Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes obedient to the rhythm of the wands by which a fakir wakens them to grace. Like both the desert and the desert sky insensible to human suffering, and like the ocean's endless labyrinth she shows her body with indifference. Precious minerals are her polished eyes, and in her strange symbolic nature angel and sphinx unite, where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one light, shining forever, useless as a star, the sterile woma
  11. "To The Reader" Stupidity, delusion, selfishness and lust torment our bodies and possess our minds, and we sustain our affable remorse the way a beggar nourishes his lice Our sins are stubborn, our contrition lame; we want our scruples to be worth our while- how cheerfully we crawl back to the mire: with few cheap tears washing our stains away! Satan Trismegistus subtly rocks our ravished spirits on his wicked bed until the precious metal of our will is leached out by this cunning alchemist: the Devil's's hand directs our every move- the things we loathed b
  12. http://www.veinotte.com/baudelaire/baudeneyt.jpg'> Charles Baudelaire was a 19th century French poet, translator, and literary and art critic whose reputation rests primarily on Les Fleurs du mal; (1857;The Flowers of Evil) which was perhaps the most important and influential poetry collection published in Europe in the 19th century. Similarly, his Petits poèmes en prose (1868; "Little Prose Poems") was the most successful and innovative early experiment in prose poetry of the time. Known for his highly contraversial, and often dark poetry, as well as his translation of the ta
  13. http://www.puregraffiti.com/forum/upload/attachment.php?s=&postid=164620'>
  14. because you touch yourself at night:huh2: :tongue:
  15. i dont know, but for some reason i kinda like that poison the well band....some of the songs are alright.
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