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spin a disc
certain things have seemed a bit absent lately
the sun
fresh fruit
full vials
cement gets softer
the more you put your cheek to it
double down
the ghost tries to touch face
when eyes are closed
she can stay stationary longer then i can stare
it's quiet
too quiet
i don't care just play something
never understood static
it's constantly moving on television
notebooks full
no gas in the truck
gotta have a bigger beard
drink
and desire to quit
than ego
no serenity in silence
you are gonna love my sober apparition
i don't care just play something
gotta know it's almost over
put the speakers back in the box
vomit more places then most people know exist
trumpets on the west bank
got a clue
what ever happened to krist novoselic
the concept of love
and perfect timing
over icing vodka cran
is so fucking selfish
i don't care just fucking play something
here's a couple quarters
it's classic
trying to be cool by getting over
don't think i don't remember
if you wanna be a gangsta x 10
admit you are a shitty person
if it's an accident
say you are sorry
simple guidelines to screaming innocence
i don't really care just play something
she likes sweets
violence in the honor of her vagina
i die in effigy
just so she will shut the fuck up
it's closer to the skies
than i have ever been
so sexy with a scarred chest
sometimes 2:30 feels good
the sun
fresh fruit
full vials
cement gets softer
the more you put your cheek to it
double down
the ghost tries to touch face
when eyes are closed
she can stay stationary longer then i can stare
it's quiet
too quiet
i don't care just play something
never understood static
it's constantly moving on television
notebooks full
no gas in the truck
gotta have a bigger beard
drink
and desire to quit
than ego
no serenity in silence
you are gonna love my sober apparition
i don't care just play something
gotta know it's almost over
put the speakers back in the box
vomit more places then most people know exist
trumpets on the west bank
got a clue
what ever happened to krist novoselic
the concept of love
and perfect timing
over icing vodka cran
is so fucking selfish
i don't care just fucking play something
here's a couple quarters
it's classic
trying to be cool by getting over
don't think i don't remember
if you wanna be a gangsta x 10
admit you are a shitty person
if it's an accident
say you are sorry
simple guidelines to screaming innocence
i don't really care just play something
she likes sweets
violence in the honor of her vagina
i die in effigy
just so she will shut the fuck up
it's closer to the skies
than i have ever been
so sexy with a scarred chest
sometimes 2:30 feels good
Published 21st Apr 2014
| Edited 22nd Apr 2014
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21st Apr 2014 4:23pm
It's hard to put into words the genius I see in your ink and the hard core honesty from your soul Sir.. with respect Crim
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21st Apr 2014 8:32pm
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22nd Apr 2014 4:09am
Cement gets thicker the more you put your cheek in it?
I wish someone told that to the fucking cement when I was younger lol
I wish someone told that to the fucking cement when I was younger lol
23rd Apr 2014 10:42am
Ok bro, I admit i'm a shitty person, and yes sir 2:30 does feel good around here. Write on brother man!
23rd Apr 2014 11:18am
And you say you can't write. Scrape it from your soul and smear it so raw. Impressive write Mr. Rot! I don't think there's too many of us who haven't been here before.. it's your words that make so real.
28th Apr 2014 2:27am
Terrific lines like, "cement gets softer
the more you put your cheek to it," and the tenacity throughout the poem in getting some music to play rocks solid. The ending is hard hitting and honest as always. Awesome, John, awesome.
the more you put your cheek to it," and the tenacity throughout the poem in getting some music to play rocks solid. The ending is hard hitting and honest as always. Awesome, John, awesome.
certain things have seemed a bit absent lately
the sun
fresh fruit
full vials (fucking funny start, and then, your playing the music for us cause novoselic didn't shot gun his face and no one would have remembered anyway
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Crim wrote right about the genius part(your mad photo bombing mind traps been tripping over shell shock hell and back and then runs right after more and shoves the puss-pus needle in our front seat eye vein vagina brain bloodspit screaming fuck you my poems got hep c mother fucker
the sun
fresh fruit
full vials (fucking funny start, and then, your playing the music for us cause novoselic didn't shot gun his face and no one would have remembered anyway
______________
Crim wrote right about the genius part(your mad photo bombing mind traps been tripping over shell shock hell and back and then runs right after more and shoves the puss-pus needle in our front seat eye vein vagina brain bloodspit screaming fuck you my poems got hep c mother fucker
