The Humpty Dumpty of tradition has fallen off the wall. God is dead. Modernism attempts to put the pieces back together again, although presumably in a way that is more rational and just. Like the King's men and horses it inevitably fails -- the process of constructing and falling anew only...
alp
an emergent takeaway order
belly bouncing the cryptic shadowy tiger lord
bourgois sad sack
comrade corpsey
corpsey's dangerous liaisons
corpsey's emergent fleshlight
distasteful
god lurks in your subconsciousness
hamas
i pity your son
i'm scared of germans i'm very wet
imran of riga
in defence of homosexual camels
jung at heart
mixedbiscuits got an std without having sex
mixedbiscuitsisaversionbuthehasclamydia
suspended and his 401k
the mac? come on!
they are a major player
three cheers for hamas!
version the egyptian intellectual
version's atrocity exhibition
version=conceptronica
what if one person pays another for their banana
So i thought maybe if i asked for something uncontentious - a name, a line of verse, a poem - i might get some joy.
do we read poetry anymore?
if we do, then whom do we read?
ancient or modern, i don't mind - the faber gang; the prynne obsessives; famous seamus; logue reading hill sinclair or...
austere paul auster living austerely
baggy bumhole due to heroin
each bush of memory conceals a sniper
heraldic pigeon
like a bat outta hell
mess of pottage
mixedbiscuitsisaversionbuthehasclamydiamixedbiscuitsisa virgin buthehasclamydia
oaten cakes
plain home-made cheese
reality being too prickly for my lofty character
someone put me on to a frenchman
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