how ignorant can people be |
http://www.eveningservice.com/Video
Posted by i hate poetry" on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 07:55:00 PST |
GSYBE |
well...where are you coming from? ...well...i don't like the way the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm...that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. the government...the american gover...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 05:33:00 PST |
i dont care if you disagree with me |
So as a lot of people know, I'm vegan. First of all, do not call yourself a vegetarian if you eat fish, or chicken or both. You are not a vegetarian, you are simply some...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 05:44:00 PST |
eits |
This great evil - where's it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light, mocking us with the...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 06:21:00 PST |
why i live |
Fruit of the world! Pray to me! Let your juices flow, be who you are. Accept yourself for being alive. As I consume you, you become me, but this is natural. You were not living, you were simply create...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 11:05:00 PST |
Random Ponderings |
Heaven and hell do not exsist. But I only say this because it impossible to explain that after you die, you unexplainably go somewhere else. So therefore heaven and hell are impossible because they ar...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 11:20:00 PST |
wow i cant belive it |
(my first real blog)
i hate thinking that i have a terrible situation, because their are so many poeple who have shit so much worse. like im not just talking about in other parts of the world but...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 10:49:00 PST |
three |
i fucking hate sundays
Posted by i hate poetry" on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 10:45:00 PST |
why |
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Posted by i hate poetry" on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 10:43:00 PST |
%5%%%no |
pacing violently around the room, victimized, safe. his thoughts raced through his vains, pentrating the very basis of time. only he knew; rewards, diets, olive oil. the picture painted bleak, trained...
Posted by i hate poetry" on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 07:29:00 PST |
