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Marlboro Lights
Coffee
Carona With Lime
DS Lite Gamer
Bartending
Hair Styling
Dancing
Techno
Punk
Rap
Pop
Rock
Stand Up Comedy
Sarcasm
Laughter
Dating
. What Else You Wanna Know .
For All You Bitches
With My Name
In Your Mouth
Do What You Do Best
And
Fuckin Swallow It
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A World In Which Nothing Is What It Seems.
Is Just Beyond Your Wildest Dreams.
Where Nothing Is Right And Nothing Is Wrong.
And All You Can Do Is Follow Along.
Down The Rabbit Hole Is Where Your Soul Goes.
And What Happens Next Nobody Knows.
:Dear Diary..
:Today I Learned
:That On The Inside
:Im Pretty Fucking Ugly.
Coffee
In the night, or
In the light, we
Brew and percolate
The perfect plan.
Without a fight,
We drip into the boardroom,
Taking our seats
With little fanfare.
Our aroma, our bitterness
Entice you long before
You see us. You hoard us,
The Elixir of Life.
Our accomplices never betray us:
Orange juice and toast
Are loyal minions to the end.
Do not dare to separate us.
Eggs and bacon try to outstage us.
We walk in the black alone;
Curiously you cajole us to
Dance with your many lovers:
Sugar, syrup, milk and soy.
We hail from exotic climes.
We are Sumatran, Columbian, Ethiopian.
Can you not feel
The spirits of our homeland?
We carry the memories and
Promises of distant shores.
Whether Indonesia, Hawaii,
Africa or South America,
We cry out for fair-trade.
Once, the Church banished us
As the Devil's drink;
Now, you covet us openly
As currency of the world.
Iced or hot,
We are strong and bold.
But always fresh.
Christened Cappucino, Espresso,
Cafe Latte or Americano,
We answer your calls.
We are roasted,
Darkly, medium or lightly.
And from the shadows,
We keep the hours at bay.
Yet it is unmistakably us:
We linger, we endure.
You eagerly await for us.
We have a hold on you.
This, our masterplan.
Factory Workers