ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent. |
the only hope for america is total anarchy. carl sandburg. |
can i have a hug? |
deathscape |
foster father |
fuck. i lost my humor. |
funny little space monkey on a spring loaded leash. |
i am a socialist. i am with all rebels everywhere all the time against the people who are satisfied. i am an anarchist. | carl sandburg. |
i will survive. |
it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how i keep form goin' under. |
just open the door, for chrisakes. |
killers. i am speaking to you soft as a man with a dead child speaks. carl sandburg. |
Liars. a poem. |
me and fen |
phony colorized wish fulfillment |
new day (phony). |
render unto seizer. |
ship of the frozen desert. |
the struggle continued. |
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