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(New York, 1955) Hey team, We need to make our poetry more hep to people if we want to sell more of our magazine every month. I mean seriously, not even fuzzy ducks care about this! quote:In a Station of the Metro By Ezra Pound BOOOORRRRING I say we spruce it up, so we make it more fun like that Presley fella. We gotta get poetry out of nowhere! Here this is something they'll read without a warden! quote:In a passion pit or something Think of somethin' you spazzes! |
# ? Dec 12, 2016 22:45 |
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Yobbers on the grass, what a gas! Did I do that right? |
# ? Dec 14, 2016 06:12 |
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April is strictly for the haters, yo
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# ? Dec 14, 2016 06:31 |
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Yob Dylan
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# ? Dec 14, 2016 06:47 |
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O thou that from thy crib Through time and place to roam, Dost send abroad thy peeps, And then dost give them iPhones, That men and tribes and nations And all thy life hath hacked, May shelter them from screenlight For battery they lack We now to peace and darkness No threads, no fast restores Thy forum that thou madest And wilt post forth no more. |
# ? Dec 14, 2016 07:11 |
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a sprig a swig and tumult to reckon lets throw out our cares and get to sweet neckin' panting and pantless we frittered the day no waste comes from folly when you've embrace an escape
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# ? Dec 14, 2016 07:28 |
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mrbradlymrmartin posted:April is strictly for the haters, yo |
# ? Dec 14, 2016 09:41 |
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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? Eyyy mami, how u doin |
# ? Dec 14, 2016 15:47 |
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mrbradlymrmartin posted:April is strictly for the haters, yo I will show you fear in a handful of cheeto dust |
# ? Dec 14, 2016 16:08 |
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posting-modernist poetry |
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