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This must be the FalloutThis must be the fall out pale hands reaching up through some dark shroud of doubt and it's crowded and dilluted and the air must be polluted from people breathing out their hopelessness and trading in their happiness for self-image contentedness self-image pride.This must be the Fallout
and sure they'd eat each other alive to have the chance to be on top to keep going and going and not have to stop. and listen, and look, and be. They won't accept the mirror these are ones who cry out to glass "this is not me!"
and they reach, and they reac
by ~Fall2Ruins
The Rape of What was Oursi find myself caught between two half-life generations and above me are the kids who made my life possible the kids who scraped in the garages playing their older brother's drums and the ones who with a crooked smile between their crowded gums said "Fuck you Mainstream! I'ma go this way."The Rape of What was Ours
And to this day I idolize the kids who seemed to hypnotize with their thrashing riffs and their screaming lyrics because a cool crisp scream is really more than it seems when you can feel the emotion ripping at your ear drums and the words are evident and the leave your entire world num
by ~Fall2Ruins
The Holiday HiatusFather's day. Where Father's may get to sleep in or have their children wake them early for some fun, planned day.The Holiday Hiatus
Father's day. Where deserving men of all age and size and race get a piece of respect - a slice of peace lounging in their favorite chair sitting with their family feeling loved and needed and appreciated
Where grandfather's get twice the gifts and
twice the cards where toddlers give presents like tools and grills and heavily eyed toys while mother's grin and wink with that knowing wink
or maybe, the opposit
by ~Fall2Ruins
poker faceI'm back meditating with skeletons only this time I think after we're going to play poker the funny thing about poker, and skeletons is this:poker face
Skeletons have the most bitching of poker faces
some clack their teeth and their little bones dance against the table tap tap t-tap tap! like an out of sync trumpet but you can bet and guard that hand hold 'em fold 'em bluff it then fuck it those skeletons, all they do is stare back at you waiting for you to squirm
by ~Fall2Ruins
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Meum est propositum in taberna mori...
Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the nazi lines
PRIMO VICTORIA!
i noticed youre a poem writer. i dont have the time to read them all. but if i have some spare time again ill hit you up and read some of yours
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