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J'ai du vouloir mourir Chaque fois j'entre ce classe Et ma chere Mme. Cline salue-moi avec un petit "hélas." Je n'aime pas petits trucs et les examens sucent Le diable et debout devant mooooiiiii... J'ai du vouloir mourir Vou-loir mourir. Nick ::: 1:56 PM ::: 0 comments
An Ode to Poetry I ask you to take a poem and hold it up to the lighter to start a warm fire or press a knife into its side. I say drop a bomb into a poem and watch the fire eat its guts out, or ransack the poem's room and keel over anything standing. I want just to slowly pee across the surface of a poem wiping the author's name on my pos-ter-i-or But all they want to do is pick at the poem, maybe give it a poke and torture some analysis out of me. They begin beating me with some prose to find out what it really means. Nick ::: 12:27 AM ::: 0 comments |