Listen to poems3 by brian anthony hardie #np on #SoundCloud
just scratch the tears in for good- sadist, I know it feels good. Godspeed, yeah you’re so lucky now. Say you’re life is now filled with nothing hard now I’m out, you never see what I go through when you cut the pill out, your bleeding eyes, I.see what you came for, please no more lies
Cause you told me not to lie. I’ve tried hard. But it’s wanted now….. Has nothing changed? Youre sick and know no pain. Has nothing changed? The sick knows no pain, lonely start of new days. But I tried hard. I want us now.
I think of this set as a fractal scale experiment: nature is self-same and self-replicating to some degree at different distances; what breaks this pattern is the presence of manmade elements of reference that provide a sense of size. Without those, it’s not so easy to tell if we’re looking at a bunch of very […]
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Early Day Motions This house urges eat branch; fat garden. This house is concerned throw carrot; go dig. This house deplores find bone; yum yum. This house notes lots of people. This house contests roll around roll around. This house calls ayes to the rear. This house demands lick the behind. This house declares neck […]