Cool Finger Paintings
by Judith Braun
loved her on Work of Art
❝ This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
youre not a soulja boy anymore, you are a soulja young man and you are going to have to start acting like one
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Making my way downtown, walking fast, it turns to a sprint, I’m being chased help me.
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oh right.
the poison.
the poison for kuzco.
the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco.
kuzco’s poison.
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100 Good Reasons to Kill Myself Right Now by Roland Topor
1) Best way to make sure I’m not dead already.
2) It’ll throw off the last census.
3) They’re waiting on me down below to start the party.
4) They shoot horses, don’t they?
5) I’ll rise in the esteem of my peers.
6) I’ll no longer dread the millennium.
7) Just like Werther! They won’t call me……
Charles Bukowski’s last poem (faxed to his publisher).
“On February 18, 1994 Hank had a fax machine installed at his home. He sent me his first fax message in the form of that poem. I’m sure he visualized sending me his future letters and poems via fax, but sadly 18 days later he was gone.
“I ran off nine photocopies of the fax, for a total of ten, and numbered and initialed them. Over the next few months and years I gave copies to individuals who were Bukowski collectors and regular customers of Black Sparrow. I think I gave away the last one more than 10 years ago.
“That poem has never been published (except as described here) and the poem has never been collected in a book.” — John Martin (his publisher at Black Sparrow Press)
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Dr Dietz: What’s wrong with you?
Jeffrey Dahmer: I don’t know. You’re the doctor. I don’t think it’s evil spirits… and I’m not in a cult. You know I bought a table and made sort of a shrine. I’d put each victim on that table and then just sit back in my big leather chair and look at the body. It made me feel powerful. Sometimes I’d take photographs of the bodies before and after killing them. I controlled them like the guy in Silence of the Lambs.
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ex ovo omnia
Goofy is the only classic Disney character who has had sex.
Mickey has nephews, Donald has nephews, Goofy has a son.
And he wasn’t adopted, he looks just like him.
Goofy……has had sex.
Goofy…..has known a woman biblically….Imagine what it must’ve looked like.
Imagine what it sounded like.These are the things I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.
fuk u gooby
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