a paraplegic walked into a barand everyone yelled,Fraud !
a minimalist walked into a barHe died.The end.
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helen keller walked into a bar
Don't Look Downdontlookdowndont look down dont look down.Shes hiding her heart behind the fortress wallsof her tightly compressed skin stretched overher love starved skeleton; shes begging for redemption. She lives on leftover wishes that have been thrownaway and rejected by shallow girls who have it all.don
i sold my heart to a physicianyou smell like crystal meth overdoses.(not that i know what that smells like)this is more than your overthecountertylenol prescription. you're more thana prescription (and i hate rhyming but)you're an addiction, a malediction even.a subscription to a magazine i wouldn'tread -- just stare at the pretty pictures.stare at the pictures. become abductedby jealousy. tear out my eyes. eat them.tear out my mouth. eat it. realise that'sabsurd. not care. care. not care. care.not care. care not. carry your picturein my wallet. the one where y
from inside my veins.i want to sing out of tune,become undone, fly a giantmarshmallow to the moon;i want to jump on a spongethree miles long and a mile wide.i want to speak in bubbles,just to pop all the words i wishi hadn't said.because i'm allergic to the soundof wind-chimes, sea-food, and thecoasts of france.i'm dying to become someone, but i don'tthink i have a chance.so i will throw my beer caps away,i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.and maybe i could lay down in the grass,maybe i could sleep beneaththe constellations, dream aboutAchilles' heels, take a breathand breathe out sunflowers.oh, it could happen,one of th
either i want you, or i don'tit's the cornerstone deskswapkicking me back to square oneevery time i pass a checkpoint,a finish line, another either-orstatement. either you or me.either you're in loveor i'm crazy (in love)either you were totally looking at methe other day when i was whisperingyour name through my teeth, smilingor i'm just imagining things. as usual.either i'm your target goalor something.in any scenario,i'd take the former.but there's a bad chancethat there's a bad chancethat it's the latter.
A Chemist Walked Into A Bar...And yelled at the bartender,GIMME ALL THE C2H5OH YOU GOT!!
204 ways to start a letter -C?1) dear boy, fuck you.2) dear girl, i'm not a hooker !3) dear mom, i'm not a porn star4) dear jenna jameson, magazines beg to differ5) "Dear dad, I'm a hooker but i prefer fake sex."6) "Dear Senator, I'm a transvestite."7) "Dear lampost, you look so bright tonight.."8) dear mom, i prefer the term filmed sex enthusiast9) Dear Santa, bring me Jensen Ackles. ktnxbai10) Dear Cameraman, my ass looks better from THAT angle11) Dear Internet, I hate you. Love, The Newspaper12) dear dad, i saw you schleping the babysitter last night. oops.13) dear maria, count me in14) "Dear zookeper, i swear to god, the horse s
one if by paper, two if by seai will compare you to a comparisonabout me just so i can hear you say"no one's ever said me that before"i will fold you into an origami swanand place you in my pocket just so inever feel alone, never feel unloved.i will kiss your paper cheeks,smooth the creases, making anew crimp. art. manipulation.i will reform you into an airplaneand toss you into the river. onemore thing: i forgot to fuel you.i will watch as you pretendyou can evolve into a boat,and i will watch you drown.
Smile For The Crowd BabyYou bought me like a politician buys eager votersWith oily smiles and slick silken wordsPushing grit and grime through your professionally straightened ivory beadsStaining them grey with phrases like "you are beautiful" and "we are timeless"I will connect the dots on your freckled kneesBound them together with my interpretation of Orion's belt so that when you try to stand you will fall to the floor and land splayed across the tiles of my cloudless skyYou will fight to be free but I will simply mirror your governor's smile back at you and tighten the buckleMy words will not be mud pushed through my sharpened teeth but instead th
The Cake Is A Liebut the bacon is not.the baconis nevera lie.
pneumonia is heartbreaks twini) scrawled a laundry list of everything i want for christmasand the new yearand my next 34 birthdaysand every holiday in the dictionarythey all rhyme with eithermust,orapart,ornever,but mostly i want to open a specially gift-wrapped pronounto love and to hold, to cherish and other typical weddingvowbullshit;we'd watch leaves fall during chinese autumns,and watch sunflowers blossom during french springs.in summer we'd go surfing at californian beaches,and in winter we'd go skii) ng through canadian mountains.even from african grasslands to italian canals,i would still cherish the pronoun.to the fields of
Cpt. Obvious walks into a barHe drinks.Duh.