

InsomniaI try I try so hard to fall asleep But consciousness looms over me Like a vicious watchdog Until my aching head grows sore Against my granite pillow I bet I could fall asleep If you'd just stay the fuck out of my dreams But you're there ever wretched night Sometimes with different names Sometimes with no name at allInsomnia
I used to look at sleep as a gift Morning was the horrifying realization I'd be awake for sixteen slow hours But now I want nothing less Than to fall asleep Into the loving embrace of sleep To see your beautiful face


That Little White GirlLook at that little white girl over there Walking with a purse I swear she could be only nine years old But don't say it could be worseThat Little White Girl
She and her mom walk alongisde With the same appalling strut Less than ten and she's mastered the zen Art of a moving butt
It's just one sign out of many of our Dying world at stake Sex appeal has taken the place Of toys and birthday cake
But if you're looking for guidelines, Before you're in the sod, Don't come looking to me, after all, I don't even have a God


Morning ReflectionI stare into my reflection in the mirror The morning light filtering through my window behind me And I look at the dark colors of my face Dark purple surrounding each eye Shiners from my allergies that mimick black bruises Beneath the black eyes are freckles scattered on my cheeks Which for some reason look darker in the morning Combined with my black eyes, It looks like my long sleep as given me a beating My upper lip is dark with facial hair As are the edges of my jaw, the bottom of my chin, And my neckMorning Reflection
I look at my eyes, and for a brief moment The two eyes


Samuel's SchoolAs Samuel packed his backpack for school, he made sure to include a rabbit beanie baby named Carrots for whenever he felt sad. He had meant to buy a teddy bear, but had found the rabbit first and decided to buy it since rabbits reminded him of underground societies. Along with his rabbit, Samuel made sure to include a collection of the complete dialogues of Plato and an anthology of renaissance literature. He was reading Carrots Paradise Lost. Considering the thunderstorm that had occurred the previous night, Samuel included in his wardrobe a pair of pattington boots so that he could jump in the rain puddles. He spent his walk to schoolSamuel's School
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Dream☆Iori V.S GB~Sama...FIGHT!!~!....K.O...WINNER!!~! IORI~SAN
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YO DAWG, I HEARD YO AND YO DAWG LIKE TO YO YO SO WE PUT YO DAWG IN A YO YO SO YO CAN YO YO YO DAWG WHILE YO DAWG YO YOS, DAWG.
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"The ravings of the sick are the secrets of God." - Bram Stoker
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YO DAWG, I HEARD YO AND YO DAWG LIKE TO YO YO SO WE PUT YO DAWG IN A YO YO SO YO CAN YO YO YO DAWG WHILE YO DAWG YO YOS, DAWG.
I'M OFF TO PRAY TO GOTH BUDDAH.
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"The ravings of the sick are the secrets of God." - Bram Stoker
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YO DAWG, I HEARD YO AND YO DAWG LIKE TO YO YO SO WE PUT YO DAWG IN A YO YO SO YO CAN YO YO YO DAWG WHILE YO DAWG YO YOS, DAWG.
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Beauty is in the eyes of the Beautician.
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Peace, Love, and Domination.
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"The ravings of the sick are the secrets of God." - Bram Stoker
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