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Miss This Is A Hick TownThey knew when you came that you weren’t from around these parts by your accent. How quickly you found you weren’t one of them, with your voice’s thick sound Miss This Is A Hick Town. They recognised how you made your way like a dancer through town with a bag but no bike, couldn’t call whether you were a dame or a dyke Miss This Is A Hick Town.Miss This Is A Hick Town
Still they’re not eye-to-eye with your wearing of frocks, when it’s raining, your donning of stockings – not socks, your unthinking drinking of gin on the rocks, &nb
by ~malicedomestic
FamilyWe forget, at times, how much lies in between wherever I am and where you’re standing. Mother, small talk shrinks faster when you're there alone and doesn't stay up in poor company, either.Family
You're taking steps. Now if you can you’ll keep on doing. How you’re pushing further to be frank about it and keep down thoughts that lead to talking being harder.
Somewhere though it's ticking about within the gearbox of your head, an itch. A flicker staring at me, while you say your work's done. Say we're lucky to have been together,
say you couldn
by ~malicedomestic
The Plan‘The purpose of the genealogies is generally taken to be more propagandistic than historical.’The Plan
So we tell them how we built it from scratch: the floorboards and hallways by doorlock and latch to make up their world. The house that we build will be their whole system of earnings and tax
right down to a tee. Our records will not be questionable. They will take it as read
we are telling the truth in our records and rules, will ask why what happened happened that way; what triggered the wars and how the kings died; how much their councils kept and spent: &n
by ~malicedomestic
VictimsNow notice the woman who runs each time, the man staying, the man in the cell and the manVictims
who can’t decide between thinking and it –
notice his screaming for a reared red bitch,
and in their heavy sleep the two who hid in corners together back when, dying to make a scene like love. See how they turned like worms from each other the twisted moment the theatre rose.
And now see the man that turns on the street, the alley’s man on the coming bus returning for his monthly queen: see the scuffmarks on his second hand feet, the wave of the n
by ~malicedomestic
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Love's Like a Board GameLove, It’s like a board game . . . Some win, but nobody really loses, They just win later than everyone else. Some people do good in the beginning, But then they have to go back to start. Everyone’s different; Some people have to start over many times, And others boost right to the end. Sometimes they’re upset starting over. But by the time they’re back on their feet, They don’t even remember falling. Some people just give up after a while. But if you give up, You never know what winning’s like. Never give up. It’Love's Like a Board Game
by ~blackheart1315
The Cow JumpedSweet young Moon, yet pocked with care, Go to your bed and rest you there; And when the Sun has split the sky, Please, teach this young calf how to fly.The Cow Jumped
by ~mcboyde
You Will Drown In The MusicThese lyrics will seduce you take you anywhere they please hold tight, it's about to take you under why even try to breath? just let it reach you one more time before you start to leaveYou Will Drown In The Music
This will be the song of a lifetime let the beat tear open your heart we live by the smash of a drum we breathe at the strum of each guitar just let the song capture you as soon as the first verse starts
This is how we get out from under every watchful eye we take one look at the crowd than close our eyes and dive we let the music pull us down an
by ~beingabletobreathe
What Do You See?Look at me, what do you see? I see a worn out druggie.What Do You See?
I took too many hits to last. I rushed through the drugs way too fast. Now my life is in the past.
Look at me, what do you see? I see me filthy and dirty.
I smell from your vile odor. I never should have let you enter. Now, there is no way I can get better.
Look at me, what do you see? I see a cutter, a crazy.
The blade called and I answered. After that, my life shattered. I’m my own hazard.
I look in the mirror and don’t see
by ~thephantom357
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- Favourite band or musician: Changes constantly. Playing Liberty Horses at the moment - 1986, hmmm...
- Favourite genre of music: Oh I like everything.
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- Favourite game: Seeing how long I can talk about members of the public without them noticing.
- Favourite gaming platform: Not really any, although i do miss my Sims a lot.
- Favourite cartoon character: Lisa Simpson.
- Personal Quote: 'Wha?'
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you dogs
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The Sodom and Gomorrah Show is a once in a lifetime production.
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Never again. I needed to turf out the blighter, the beater or biter who'd come like lamb to the slaughter to Salome's bed.
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