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This is a random interrupt in your programming day
This is a random interruption in your programming day
This is a random day in your interrupted programming
Please note the hamsters have escaped their wheels
There was a time when words had meaning
When the ancient muses inflict their inspiration upon unsuspecting artists
Drawn like an arrow from a womb drawn like a conclusion
They would eat their modern counter parts whole
Dragging them to dark places squirming and rising to squeeze their juices into paint
We are rebelling against mediocrity against conformity against anything hat does not set the soul on fire
Passion is not a Pepsi product
We do not need bubbles to tickle our noses and here comes the doctor right on schedule flicking and tapping his flip board, well the good news is your out of that hot frying pan.
Technology is my enemy, photographs steal my soul, mother boards and communion wafers, chip, upgrade, download, incoming version 1.0 in a ZIP AVI file.
Digital profits populating the landscape ,gate, fiddles well Nero was wrong.
WAKE UP we are sitting on our hands in pins and needles, a second inn, a sandwich without any meat is just two pieces of bread.
Wee to much in the passive and not enough in the aggressive
Like an appendix about to burst and it will only get worse
You cant get blood from a stone but sometimes its fun to squeeze anyway to see if diamonds form
- by lan Wolfwood |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/26/2009 |
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- Title: Malkavian Poem
- Artist: lan Wolfwood
- Description: A poem of sorts based on the World of Darkness Vampire race called the Malkavians.
- Date: 08/26/2009
- Tags: malkavian poem
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Comments (2 Comments)
- lan Wolfwood - 08/27/2009
- That's the point, Malkavians are a race of Vampires from World of Darkness. Their entire concept is based on being utterly mad.
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- ProfessorKC - 08/26/2009
- It's crazed ramnling. Sounds like a schizophrenic speaking at times and others ... well ...
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