revolution (Remove filter)
brain burp
A riddle of temporal instructions
Could Walk me towards Wilde's gaol
A man on each arm or
Lear's pangs advise I hold the lens
That destroys industrious ants but instead
I have allowed imbecilic strangers to call on
Disassociated maniacs,
Linked through meanness, to
Deluge the starving with the busy
Etiquette of disastrous investigation
They might fly kites overhead
To read six milli...
Wednesday 15th January 2014 11:30 pm
revolution runs better on stolen gasoline
every curtain will be stolen from
entitlement
each grain of dirt will raise
it’s raucous voice above
and over manners
while atoms bond
air will ignite for
blood is fuel enough
as gravity exists
believable in it’s force
secure each ideal
under fire from
truthful lies repeated
within freedom’s
monopoly of slaves
these d...
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:30 pm
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