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SAS Reports Developer, Tampa, FL, USA
SAS Reports Developer, Tampa, FL, USA
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Poetry ~A Cleansing~
Summers longer than the length of winters Pass like tourists at some location Like hotel beds, restructured and cleansed Blood washes the plains.
The plateaus rise, Like mountains they are tall And refurbished with paints and coats Boots for all, while bare feet they walk
Blood, like some cleansing agent Clears them from our roads Call them germs if you will But the roads need to be built
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ive cried every night this week incredible
alright. Halloween is OFFICIALLY gone from my tumblr
catharsis
where is my insight? where have the deep thoughts, rich descriptions, and allegories gone?
down the fucking drain friend
i've poured 'em into my glass and drank 'em down cause i'd honestly rather keep them down now. keep them hidden keep me drunk, numb -plastered, so i wont care.
i can't care anymore
i can't pretend to care either.
the purity of artistic expression? fuck that-no, fuck you. fuck you for believing that still exists. it's been said, you, nor i, nor anyone else can say it any better and we're just running in circles kidding ourselves into thinking our words could be any larger than life. it's bullshit and we're too full of ourselves to think otherwise.
i used to love poetry
but then i met all of you
pretentious pricks, assholes, cunts, and fuckheads every one.