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The Written Word The Written WordThe Written Word by ~jollymetalbastard
The Written Word is now in it's old age. It likes cardigans too much and is a little scared of pushing itself any further. The right wing purists are rigid in their views and the left wing post modernists like to pierce everything they can and send it out dressed as a black panther-tree-that-represents-everything-in-a-single-drop-of-skunk-piss.
The written word has been slowly getting less and less feeble. A little incontinent, its harder to deal with that visual stimulation, which is much cooler. The written word spits its abuse at mr. visual stimulation every morning as it
Optimism Im looking forward for the futureOptimism by ~jollymetalbastard
To that day when our children's children look at us and laugh
Laugh at the mistakes we made
Laugh at how blind we were
We will most likely flaps of skins in jars kept conscious by machines
We will angrily float in the jar and maybe even tap at the glass
They will only laugh
Our pride damaged, we shall retreat back to whatever goldfish castle sits in the jar
Religion will have died
And instead the slaves will flock to the state
And be harvested appropriately
The skies will be grey and our seas ponds
But never mind
We will be harvesting some other planet we found that we could chemically ma
Sam doesnt understand man If there is a god. Do you really think it cares about us spending out lives on our knees begging forgiveness. Grovelling away like small children. Hooray for mankind and our intellectual advancements. Our inability to feel basic human empathy without having to fear an imaginary entity who will send us to hell where we shall spend eternity in disgusting torment. Lovely fuckin god.Sam doesnt understand man by ~jollymetalbastard
Ever get the feeling when you turn on the footy and see stupid fighting in the stands its a toned down version of whats happening in the Middle East at the moment. My imaginary friend is b
metaphor colour work When I was beige I was numbmetaphor colour work by ~jollymetalbastard
When I was beige all I saw were shades of grey
When I was beige people were just pale faces with no expression
When I was beige the cat whimpering in the corner stopped crying and lay still
When I was beige all tastes blurred into that of yeast
When I was beige I cried without tears
When I was beige I screamed without noise
When I was beige the cat died one night and was in perfect harmony with itself
When I was beige the chain was always across the door
When I was beige the milk went off and I didn’t care
When I was beige the pale faces couldn’t see me through the curtains
When I was
Apprehensive 
Sta.sh
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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I am magnificant. I am metal. You suck.
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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Hang your heart out on a limb
kerfufflyboobledeedoooanj
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh
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Hang your heart out on a limb