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When the trempola plays, Sad Sarnia runs down the page, Blood-stained revolution, When freedom cried alone, Unheard in the wilderness, Of the damned, And the yet unborn.
What blew the bakery, Also blowed the baker’s brains, Blew bread loaves to bits, Blasted all warm biscuits to hell, And the cakes, I cannot describe, Only [...]
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The road, Is the mind, And the mind, Is the road, We mind the road, The road does not mind us, But I don’t mind, The road is just an idea, And so am I.
I shake out a Marlboro, Stick it between my lips, Light it with a lighter, And drag on [...]
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No proof No proof Said the white rabbit But the king and queen Don’t need a trial Really They just need The jury to Believe in Fog, and smoke Send out that smoke Smoke machines, little grenades On the six o’clock news Launched over a decade Decade of words It must be true If [...]
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I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of _____ human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked [...]
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it didn’t take a war in Afghanistan to get bin Laden nor the deaths of thousands of American military yeah, even more than killed on 9/11 right action was all that was needed
sorry folk kin, for slipping back into my old skin of a motto: “politics and holy stains” kinda figuring only [...]
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World Laughter Day
true saints are true sinners before they become saintly confusing that ha ha
my own Saint John Paul dead at a younger age than Jesus Christ around age five was heard to say in response to a gang of bullies asking, “Are you a boy or a girl?” big little John [...]
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