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 | Visions for Jack KerouacBy » soberVISIONS on Wed Feb 11, 20090 Comments | jack! where’s your box? Jean-Talon? where the cheap coloured suits say hey bella, come amo? you call your father? & i say that’s none of your business, okay? but sure, money maker – knee breaker, got a dollar to spare? got a phone to use? got a number to score? got a box... |
| Some More LS (Moi et Liana Pare)By » soberVISIONS on Wed Feb 11, 20090 Comments | if im a bird so are you, only because you chew rocks, instead of sipping soup strange winger with a tasty plate ya, oui, si little birdie cracking like a hallway banjo fancy clap skipping with toys and all the other birds... |
 | Our emotion of choice is ecstacyBy » Iznogood on Mon Feb 9, 20092 Comments | Our emotion of choice is ecstacy; our nourishment of choice is love; our addiction of choice is technology; our religion of choice is music; our currency of choice is knowledge; our politics of choice is none; our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be; you may... |
 | SeraphBy » Rammius on Fri Feb 6, 20090 Comments | Artificial angel weeping synthetic tears Shivering beneath metal wings, cruelly plucked Cast out of urban heaven, hurled from glittering towers Cursed by nature, landlocked in a city of angels Gazing into the sky, watching his brethren fly Blessed by science, soaring on metal wings Joining... |
 | nemesisBy » Industrial-Meat on Thu Feb 5, 20090 Comments | Nemesis by H. P. Lovecraft Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight; And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. I have... |
| astrophobosBy » Industrial-Meat on Thu Feb 5, 20090 Comments | In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ethereal deeps afar Once I watch'd with restless yearning An alluring aureate star; Ev'ry eve aloft returning Gleaming nigh the Arctic Car*. ... . Mystic waves of beauty blended With the... |
 | mylife would suck wthout UBy » couleombre on Wed Feb 4, 20090 Comments | Guess this means you’re sorry You’re standing at my door Guess this means you take back All you said before Like how much you wanted Anyone but me Said you’d never come back But here you are again Cause we belong together now yeah Forever united here somehow yeah You got a piece of... |
 | aS$$SgARdBy » earthyspirit on Wed Feb 4, 20090 Comments | how much are we alike in how many ways can we delve into our motivations what weakness or strength have we alone surrounded all you want is to be put on a throne have us hold you up and cheer you seek a certainty of our support our love and ginger givn sacrifice and we want the same... |
| HunterBy » Rammius on Mon Feb 2, 20091 Comment | Moving through the night Hidden in the shadows Footprints sheathed in darkness Luna emerges in the sky Moonlight flitting through air Revealing what was hidden Something is amidst The hunter stalks his prey Lurking beneath cover Invisible to all He searches for a moment At last he... |
 | Coeur de Pirate -- EnsembleBy » Rocks on Sat Jan 31, 20090 Comments | Côte contre côte nos corps vibrent partant Et dans ces courses sans dérive On tombe presque hors champ Et dans tes rires qui défoncent plus que l'égo qui te prend Tu nous réduis à l'impossible dans tes tourments Et sans gêne tu te défonces, tu ne comprends pas Car nous avions une... |
| Real EyesBy » earthyspirit on Sat Jan 31, 20090 Comments | we're all in this together this strange and fanatic fractality this place where dreams come untruth and lies beget jabberwookies always trying to be unique yet truly from the flow sourcing the same old thing days of old done new raves and cold grown through everything we say everything we... |
| Breakfast of ChampionsBy » soberVISIONS on Sat Jan 31, 20090 Comments | I woke up half-drunk, bra-less in a twelve-gauge magnum of a nightmare seven-o-clock in the annoyingly bright morning. The atleast six-foot, broad-shouldered, lightning-eyed, trendy ski-masked stranger woke me singing no lullabies but assuring me, the soon-to-be whore, if I screamed he would... |
| Bus RiderBy » soberVISIONS on Sat Jan 31, 20091 Comment | falling in love is so easy when smiling drunkenly but when my mad-girl catfish whisker needs a pull you are too intellectual to rip me yes yes you simple juice purified without pulp what if i write a scientific sex book would you do me plus two and minus six from my anus? i need a... |
| I'm Afraid to MicrowaveBy » soberVISIONS on Sat Jan 31, 20090 Comments | Jean-Lennon, ya’ caught me peeking at ya’ like a nocturnal Chinese-fish in a cabbage patch, obvious as a sputnik dreaming at you, instead of the burning stage all these legs look creative, but not crazy (like me) no, not that obsessive quality, not Cobain crazy no, not Plath... |
| Twenty KneesBy » soberVISIONS on Sat Jan 31, 20091 Comment | hey sir, you are as warm as a welcoming mat, yup i want to hug you i want it to be WELCOMING & WARM i want it to be sensual, i want it to be sexual, i want it to be spicy, NO! i want it to be saucy, SOY SAUCE! but please, no Chinese, i’m on a diet, maybe sprinkle me a plate... |
| SiftBy » earthyspirit on Sat Jan 31, 20091 Comment | I can read you like a book, but sometimes the pages are blank you are my reflection in the spiritualo mirror, and I am yours you know I am a lier, you hear me speak lies and accept them I hear you do the same and wonder where the lies come from I always thought the mirror only spoke the truth... |
 | The Bad Gig.By » DJ_DTM on Fri Jan 30, 20090 Comments | Shit Boring Gig Like Seriously. Thumping Set Of Perfection Deaf Dancing No ones, Killing It, Bitches. Nerds, Fuck. |
 | 18 ans Que Trop MaladeBy » Potatoes on Fri Jan 30, 20091 Comment | Me My music My crowd My justified anger My truth about god My respect for the real My mind on world order My addiction Your addiction That`s all ... ETERNAL Potatoes o_0?? |
| Obscene RageBy » Rammius on Thu Jan 29, 20091 Comment | Trudging through this shit clogged world Through the drudge that weighs heavily upon my soul While pious fucks float above on winds of scorn and mocking pity Rage shields me from your scorn, self-righteous anger Clouds my vision, and pierces your perfect illusion Society's whore, you'll fall... |
 | Soy JuglarBy » tututs on Tue Jan 27, 20090 Comments | He dejado atrás la locura, pero escribo… por que cuando dejo de escribir, pierdo la vida en la amargura… no dejes de escribir alma de poeta, juglar empoderado… no dejes de vagar por que dejar de ser juglar es la condena… |
| TimeBy » Rammius on Tue Jan 27, 20090 Comments | Forward Wandering the tesseract all alone Watching time flow to and fro Lost in a maze that I abhor Trapped forever until time restores Rewind |
 | Évolution 01By » BirdyHtiD on Tue Jan 20, 20091 Comment | L'homme évoluera lorsque le pouvoir de l'amour reignera sur l'amour du pouvoir... |
| InfamyBy » Rammius on Tue Jan 20, 20091 Comment | Lost amid the crowd Craving some attention Striving to be the exemption HOWLING ALOUD No longer hidden No longer ignored Stares come unbidden Anonymity Overridden Lurking down below Trying to lie low Freedom once reviled now lost Part of the terrible cost While trying to gain... |
| HOWL for Liana PareBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Jan 20, 20092 Comments | monotone canaries whistling Sinatra waking the noon-dreamers from protectively hidden memories of tragic-comedies printed on banana-peels stuffed in the sealed Freudian-slip drawer & scattered recollection of the illusionary countless days of endless sunsets scratching crotches for... |
| The Boredom of BeerBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Jan 20, 20092 Comments | drunk in St. Henri, peeling band-aids off the abandoned gas-station onto the bloody butterfly of my knee flying on the backs of street-cats with broken doors hung off the hinges if i weren’t drunk i wouldn't be here i wouldn’t be in this sappost-to-be-white bathroom, which never has... |
| BillBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Jan 20, 20090 Comments | i saw you (there) stumbled righteously with a fishing rod. amused by the plastic rainbow creature orbiting mystically at the force of your drunkenness. your obvious toxic-helplessness welcomed me. so, i seated a sufi position three (estimated) metres of a slicing view to your... |
| The CottonBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Jan 20, 20091 Comment | nervous on Parc avenue, pacing through the rainbow-boîtes pastel & trippy baby gardens, dead flowers, prickle weeds, broken bottle under my shoe, ganja-mon begging me for one-seventy-five to hop for Tam’s he-lazy-stoned-don’t-wana-walk and i’m eating poets, spitting out drums... |
| FatBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Jan 20, 20090 Comments | your brain is overweight, the chemicals accumulating dopamine. yes. srotonin. yes. endorphins. maybe. so, why fret? DMT, GHB, and HIV. (OH, YEAH) drowning in a thick sugarless pudding, your pain is censored forced capsules decapitated from reality vegetable, you’re... |
| Cul-de-SacBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Jan 20, 20090 Comments | a cavernous head sheltering the vulnerable veins of the orange-peel littered streets poppy-filled teabags suckin’ smoke crystallized eyes wide for reaper bare-breast gardened with pig-tail hair nude as a knob twisting & turning bumbling & yearning for a succulent... |
 | L'hymne au printempsBy » LuNe on Sat Jan 17, 20090 Comments | Parole de chanson L'hymne au printemps Les blés sont mûrs et la terre est mouillée Les grands labours dorment sous la gelée L'oiseau si beau, hier, s'est envolé La porte est close sur le jardin fané... Comme un vieux râteau oublié Sous la neige je vais hiverner Photos d'enfants... |
| The one I loveBy » LuNe on Sat Jan 17, 20090 Comments | (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one I love (chorus 2) Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now) Fire (she's comin' down on her own... |
| Pride and joyBy » LuNe on Sat Jan 17, 20090 Comments | Well youve heard about love givin sight to the blind My babys lovin cause the sun to shine Shes my sweet little thang....shes my pride and joy Shes my sweet little baby....Im her little lover boy Yeah I love my baby....heart and soul Love like ours wont never grow old Shes my sweet little... |
| Hijo de la lunaBy » LuNe on Sat Jan 17, 20090 Comments | Song title Mecano Artist Hijo De La Luna Album Tonto el que no entienda cuenta una leyenda que una hembra gitana conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer llorando pedía al llegar el día desposar un calé tendrás a tu hombre piel morena desde el cielo habló la luna llena pero a cambio... |
| Ice ice babyBy » LuNe on Sat Jan 17, 20090 Comments | Yo VIP let's kick it Ice ice baby (x2) All right stop collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop yo I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic... |
 | la v ieBy » LaPlaie on Wed Jan 7, 20092 Comments | la vie cé comme les fruit ten mange mais ten chie aussi |
| --tryo--serre-moiBy » couleombre on Sat Jan 3, 20090 Comments | Embrasse-moi dessus bord Viens mon ange retracer le ciel J'irai crucifier ton corps Pourrai-je depunaiser tes ailes Embrasser, te mordre en meme temps Enfoncer mes ongles dans ton dos brulant Te supplier de me revenir Et tout faire, pour te voir partir Viens ! Emmene-moi la-bas... |
 | WARATAH BLOSSOMSBy » zahori_x on Fri Jan 2, 20090 Comments | (from The Book of Lies, by The Master Therion) Seven are the veils of the dancing girl in the harem of It. Seven are the names and seven are the lamps beside Her bed. Seven eunuchs guard Her with drawn sword; No man may come nigh unto Her. In Her wine-cup are seven streams of blood of... |
| Mal de Terre 02By » BirdyHtiD on Mon Dec 29, 20080 Comments | « Protéger l'environnement coûte cher. Ne rien faire coûtera beaucoup plus cher.» (kofi Annan) |
| Mal de Terre 01By » BirdyHtiD on Mon Dec 29, 20080 Comments | Une planète saine rencontre une planète malade : « Qu'est-ce qui t'arrive? - Ne m'en parle pas, j'ai attrapé l'humanité! - Rassure-toi, j'ai eu cette infection, moi aussi. Figure-toi, ma chère, que cette maladie s'autodissout. Ça part tout seul! » |
| Is like you now you like isBy » earthyspirit on Wed Dec 24, 20080 Comments | pok in po kin ni kop nik po fo kis sik of fok is kis of sik kof si p pull luv fo sik koF ls luv p p pul luv isk sik kis ski vul lup p euc an pulover on up spoke to for day ack tac for on luv and blow off toast air flip a di al roll for seven on luv a dog kung pow p pul all dogs luv for... |
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