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songs subjectivists scrambling for sense of identity
sensual passions in passing and everything
withering further from truth like you when you're
popping your ears when you reach high altitude
WHY BOTHER?
hold fast, the hordes of whores are bored from forms of porn and fascination,
at the station play the same machines, displace the desecration
more than before i heard it was a pastime
to kill yourself until it feels fine
to be normal
more than the pain, the pressure is a dragline
to hurt yourself until it feels fine
to be normal
Fucking brilliant! Only a
Fucking brilliant! Only a well read mind would write hordes of whores... yep. More to life than mere preference.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Hordes of Whores
Now I feel like a triple minority. I should have looked to whores for my authorities. Street wise with the number for all men - and a lot of trips to the gynecologist to get the warts removed and the oozing stopped - role models for all women and men to follow - I missed an opportunity. There should have been more whores talking to me in my youth. I would not be this up tight straight person with a healthy and in tack uterus. Whores, I missed some heroes. (I'm back dude - in ebonics, that would be "a horde of hoes".) :D
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Cool poem read different and unique