6AM Thought Train Car # 3
They are selling us war
To plant our copper seeds in foreign soil
Which are grown and harvested and feed to hatred brewing in foreign souls
Hearts clouded as black as their oil
We crave its tantalizing slick
Now an exquisite luxury
Only consumed by the richest and denied to the sick
It will fuel the machines that no longer think or feel
To lead a country of zombies
Hungry for their next invisible meal
Of missiles and bombs that suspects will hide
But their hunger is so strong they’re convinced there are plenty to find
Or maybe it’s faith that is their guide
Because the Book said that He will come back, the one who died
The perfect welcome back celebration
Full of chaos and beautiful despair
Because they think only He can clean the world
Eliminating the dirt and leaving it bare
But they are the ones covered in mud
Builders of the dams filled with lukewarm blood
That trickle down to thirsty crops spread wide and clear
That produce something larger than
hope…fear
(Source: thefurey)
“E. E. Cummin’ on her face, now that’s poetry in motion” Wow… Lol
Gum for dessert!? Read for more: http://www.justeatlife.com/2011/10/18/gum-for-dessert/
The combined power from the tens of thousands I joined today penetrated my soul. I will never forget this day, those streets, the families, the unions, lovers, friends, strangers by physical barriers but brothers and sisters in solidarity, children on their parents shoulders raising signs on popsicle sticks stating “We are the 99%” in colored pencils, suited naysayers shutting their voices but opening their mouths in awe, corrupt beings in masks to provoke riots, kind officers helping us pass with genuine smiles to avoid riots, and this beautiful, bright American flag. - October 5, 2011, Our Streets NYC
Duane Reade gotcho’ back! Supplies for beer pong and protection after the game. All in an arms reach. I never type this but… smh.
Good Timing →
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4AM Thought Train Car #2
Slept in only one corner of the bed
The other ones became mountains
High but not mighty
Bold but dusty
This one cradles me instead
No worries about falling off the bed
-Jen-
Oreo Mudpie waiting for his dinner…next to his portrait. Hehe
They let me paint a fish eye and it threw off the whole mural. Sorry guys. (jk)
This chair was made for me.
I made an apron for @justeatlife
for the finished piece visit the blog: Violent Love with an Apron
