When I die, I want somebody to compare me to ‘... a book that
looks better with its pricetag ripped off .’
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Flowerviolence
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You Can’t Ruined Nothing Perfect
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You need it? Go get it. 7 days committed.
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kisses are my currency
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while you were here, we felt like new york.
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‘the honey will glisten if the sun is just right’
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I’m better written down
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I just assume we’ll be rich tomorrow
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I don’t have to, but I’d like to
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“Making love with you is like dying alone in the desert.”
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“It’s a good idea, but that’s about it.”
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Carlos William Carlos
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in fancy denial
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men have gone to heaven for less than this
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it exists, by the way
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Liveblogging my desire to die
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I was young I needed the money
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Working class creative non-violent criminalz live forever
don’t make no plans anymore except to go away
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there is great destructive, negative work to be done
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only a rooster saying his prayers thanking his god for the hens
upstairs
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Let’s Be Truant Tomorrow And Th row Our Futures Right In Th e
Trash
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‘a who’s who of who’s no one...’
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extreme equals mainstream
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either leave me or love me alone
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‘whatever crew’ bike gang. creating moderate anguish amongst
ourselves.
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aka my rarely entire life
as poet or asleep
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probably ‘beautiful’ spelled wrong
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“i just do whatever makes me happy and makes some people
bummed.”
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we did the math, it wasn’t worth it after all
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Lattes and Ferlinghetti, rich man’s world.
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Promise not to forget me on your dinosaur bone digging up trip.
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Patio drunk + bookstore grime + champagne sword
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“Love is a continual interrogation. I don’t know of a better
defi nition of love.”
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Th e Ball Street Journal
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Hate cops / drop tags
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“Make anxiety-based art; profi t.”
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‘my job as a poet is to bore myself.’
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“Th at’s just the way you sleep.”
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No more straightfoward statements 2011
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If it wasn’t for arbitrary raptures, I’d never have sex with girls.
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‘babies are geniuses- haven’t you seen that documentary
Baby Geniuses?’
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‘so we found the guys we’re going to fi ght... I’m glad it happened
early.’
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Kundera in a really strange foliage circle, waiting for slacker friends.
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Like that scene in eyes wide shut where Tom cruise witnesses an
orgy
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Internet makes the rave come alive
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Just generated a #TweetCloud, my top words are: fuck, fucking,
dude
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‘of course, everything looks bad if you remember it.’
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#youre #actually #a #sociopath #and #not #that #pretty #or #clever
#and#yes #this #is #about #you #and #not #somebody #i #adore
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‘you’re going to regret the day you were born’ ‘I already do, it’s too
close to Christmas.’
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I write poems about how hard it is to be drunk and on Netfl ix.
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‘I want us to go back to being complete fucking strangers.’
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“Sense of Entitlement” is the worst perfume. #formenandwomen
NO REST TIL I IMPRESS (you, baby.)
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how do you explain me to your mother?
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‘let’s have a threesome - just the two of us’
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sometimes i think of you everyday
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Too pretty for prison
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half-busy headache
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get rich slow scheme
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no pig deal
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the easiest pencil to erase
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you’re not stupid, you just do stupid things
i want to ruin everything
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yeah well press the spacebar on your way out.
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if it’s not fi xed, it’s broken
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analingus as my thesis
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there is a light that was never turned on
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i’d rather argue with you than to be with someone else
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why do i... why do i um... so bad at things
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‘everything is going my way!’ ‘oh dear.’
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Th is much! <-----------------------------------------------------
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When the #rapture happens tomorrow, I hope Jesus has a ton of
Gap jeans ready for me and my friends!
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wow, i got drunk and tired
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