Tuesday, May 11, 2004
the other 1/2
we are the stalkerazzi
we have photographs
as such I ditch
my garden herbs
my poetic meanderings, my markovian generated textual parryings
my intellectual élitism
my slick inclination towards obscurity. I
leash the enemy. I
'm white trash
female
probably, if I cared to think about it, tip
of ‘n iceberg. Ours is the language
of h-u-m-i-l-i-a-t-i-o-n. The only point being
all pricks
are points
we have photographs
actions speak louder than words
all that matters is fear
do I make myself clear?
we are the stalkerazzi
we have photographs
as such I ditch
my garden herbs
my poetic meanderings, my markovian generated textual parryings
my intellectual élitism
my slick inclination towards obscurity. I
leash the enemy. I
'm white trash
female
probably, if I cared to think about it, tip
of ‘n iceberg. Ours is the language
of h-u-m-i-l-i-a-t-i-o-n. The only point being
all pricks
are points
we have photographs
actions speak louder than words
all that matters is fear
do I make myself clear?
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