| Ok Xanga, I'm not sure why, but listening to Pretty Girls Make Graves compels me to write in here again, so, here is a poem I wrote. I don't have a title yet, help me out with a title. I'm not sure if it's even a dark poem, I wrote it while at work in my head, so maybe it's just my anger at working for "the man."
Eviscerate the cowering proletariat,
Spill forth the bounty of the body,
Attain the soul,
Violate the entrails with swollen genitals,
Nothing else matters.
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| It's been a while since I've last updated, so here is what is new with my life. I'm tired, lonely and mentally exhausted. So, not much else is new. |
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| Amelie is quite possibly, the only perfect film I have ever seen.
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| I have been forcing myself to excercise my body and exercise my mind.
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| I have my tickets, and will see Raygun. Success. |
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