April 2012
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Nothing New Under The Sun
It’s not that
people’s
expectations
are too high
It’s that
so much
of all this
has already
been done
cartooon-heart:
godheadcomplex:
the year is 2052. identifying as a heterosexual cisgendered white male is now a federal offense punishable by death. we did it, little social justice bloggers. we did it
er, reverse discrimination much?
There is no such thing as ‘reverse’ discrimination… it’s just discrimination.
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Terrible Train
I rode the Terrible Train down a broad path that passed between two great black mountains shiny-slick, oozing like oil, sick and diseased heaving overhead as I rode on down I rode the Terrible Train past great glistening vistas new cities and old tobacco towns mesa men brownly smiling and disinterested tourists looking away I rode the Terrible Train through pink glass buildings and smoky corridors...
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DIG IT!
My DeviantArt photo gallery!
http://buddharocks.deviantart.com/gallery
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Ready? Repeat after me.
gred-forge-weasley:
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
Gay is not a synonym for stupid
(See how happy he is? LOL!)
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I Want To Live In Ray’s World
A land of eternal youth, where summers linger long
Last year’s dandelion wine sits in the cellar, fermenting
The everyday is transformed into the magical and fantastic
And the clock tower chimes over the little drowsing town
Lurking nearby, a deep dark gulley of thick greenness
Where even July’s bright daylight does not fully penetrate
My imagination burns with specters, beasts and killers
That...
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Assessment
Who am I?
More What than Why
A space to fill
Some time to kill
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Awkward
Clumsy, stumbling
Unsafe, unsure
Tripping over my own toes
Cursing, mumbling
No help, no cure
But that’s the way life goes
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At Service
Awaiting Calvary’s cavalry
I sat in a Catholic church
To make the waiting longer
The bishop was lost in a lurch
The choir sang a couple of hymns
To help us pass the time
I sat there, mute and unfamiliar
With the melody and rhyme
I was, however, familiar
With all the ups and downs
With all the genuflecting done
For those in priestly gowns
I’d witnessed the loud chanting
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