hehe.. well, what's in a name? a man shall be judged by his deeds and doings, and you good sir would be doing the village the greatest of service by assisting in 'alleviating' the sorrows (brought on by the village's constant pressures and expectations!) of those dawdlers, by sharing calm and solace with those downtrodden angels at the park. u underestimate the importance of such actions. 'unwavering' protector of enjoyment & mirth? the true delinquents will be those aggressive miscreants running around the skirts of the village with swords and guns. and as for myself, i don't know ... my name is so far corrupted from it's original that i in turn will probably show such traits, corruption&crookedness!- William (Billy) Cooney 2007 (C)Ob. theres little i could possibly tell you about your industry that you haven't heard before, or isn't completely uneducated on my behalf. i can however tell you, that as a "educated" guess, your in a rather valuable position, opportunities do come at a price, be that draining or compromising. restore balance, so that "trivial" and the significant just become "circumstance. Fuck, i don't know, "a man's worth, the holes in his nose" ,it was my assignment, to judge, My subject matter, was "to break the western finger"and i compared the life of the western hero, to that of a homeless man, whose hands by the way, where the cleanest had ever seen, which inspired me to glorify the fucking "stinks". This man, had his business go under, as a result of dirty money, his wife had been greedy annually, and his kid's foul language had, led to a court order against him. All these diseased things had been draining through his fingers, like sand. Which apparently makes fine soap. I enjoyed the irony in it. Because when i en quired as to why, he bluntly said, "moist towlets chine, found'em on Monday out side the emporium".Right!, i thought. i had completely idolized this goon, he's washed his hands with the tribulation of mediocre horse shit, and comes up smelling fucking liberal, So for 4 days, the guy bathed like a Vanderbilt, And i had the chance to experience his clean Caucasian hands, holding the direction to social acceptance. which, he tells me has been grim, prior cloth. I experienced his royal week, heroic even....My teacher is just another subject matter,me toxBelinda (Bindi) Cristea 2007 (C)
Tragic stroke of fingernails Lips of sweetened impurity Leaving suck marks and lacerations Sure to breed insecurity Within my protege's insomniac heart In which she tames enormous beasts Eyes, upon calm abduction, Are starving, as ignored children Whet when they stall before my blackened soul And curious as they lay a' near my hungry heart And you, with your insecticides and repressed desire, reckless desire Sparsely, veiled by forgiving trees You watch closely with an endearing mind Inviting in all that commonly bare anguish To the musical chaos of fucking for virginity And to the harmony of loving, locking lips And to all that unwillingly harness guilt Common children under a blemished sun Cursed is the stroke of your tarnished fingernails And catastrophic, The suction From your terror stained lips Perfect in design and lethal in maneuver with your hips touching mine Innocent of shame and censure secure in all