kill yourself to write a poem
fuck what could be easier
repeat after me
my mind is a musical instrument
it thinks mainly in rhyme but
strictly in rhythm
however you spell it
it drives


shepard fairey



ras

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gustav dore

our boys

death and burial

wm
Friday, October 12, 2007
You Shouldn’t Have To
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