perhaps the world's a cube or a tunnel or a tube

ppl are always like euhhh new beginnings i'm decided to just be real honest/earnest/ernest/all the rest

luv n haight:
Hate is me
I have no love
Fuck love
I hate life

hey pretty girl minerva:
i'm jealousos a hundred so of those who get her all riled
her eyes were so brite so radiant today
it looked just like if someone jammed leds into her skull

copout:
cops are out
blacks are in
who cares
let's go blackout


"Poetes are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers dont own their words. Since when do words belon to anybody? "Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?"
(ie regarding celebrating onesef for making a cool poem or video or song or art