...*** In art we trust! ***
I joined this group:
TheWritersMeow [link]
Love that can love me deadClown faces, clouded spaces; I exchange paces in doubt. Sane hearts corrupted by vulgar persuasions -Love that can love me dead
The paper endures no love, black and white social science; Thunderstorm radio was born. Transmission lucrative blues…
The crusade for mental freedom, my beloved soul Is entombed just beneath our tongues that twitch, Eyes that tangle, feet that trample on the patchwork Of knitted life; concrete, glass and stainless steel.
We are getting old. Cold. Enslaved in doubt. Superhero vagabond, coins do clash. Independence, isolation; domesticated animals, fuck! I
Peaceful
<3
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
I really appriciate it
your gallery is very intresting too
Bye
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Don't say Shit 'till you walk in my shoes - Tupac Amaru Shakur
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Het is niets meer of minder dan een bootycall
Eks ook van S-A...
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of is jy te besig om stene en dinge neer te lê en olyfboompies te water?
sjoe dis mooi / goed.
ja, ai, koppi... lyk ook nie of ek gaan nie
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