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LOCATION: California
RECORDS: 10
LATEST RECORD: over 2 years ago
JOINED: January 25, 2010
LOCATION: California
RECORDS: 10
LATEST RECORD: over 2 years ago
JOINED: January 25, 2010
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(This is a poem that I wrote literally while driving to San Francisco. I have always liked it for its beat/rhythm but I have never been able to finish. Feel free to add/remix.) Quick pick trips to San Francisco Gambling on gnashed teeth, wet ears, and white-knuckled breath held out on upturned palms in a sacrifice to the gods of ecstasy and self reliance. |
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I was taking a subway ride through Los Angeles and couldn't help but notice that the seats were quite nebula-like and since I am not one to draw, but one to travel, I thought this would be the perfect expression for me.
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I have cancer of the attention span and the open road is my only cure. I stall my imminent death by dreaming up elaborate schemes to see the seven seas by lunch Doc tells me I’ll die in a month, unless I change the way I live with more pit stops in cities whose names I’ve never heard of. And so now, I sleep in my car, a new place every week, They say that home is where the heart is, so I keep mine in the glove box under a map and stack of CDs. When they ask me if I get homesick, I just say I’ve been sick only once and travelling is my remedy. |
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Dandelions can’t handle the pressure of nine-year-olds on a field, playing hide-and-go-seek. They get dust ground unconscious, and while they pray that they’re spared by the size seven sneakers, seeking revenge on hid hiders they tick their clocks away and fly on to greener pastures. |
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