October 2011
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: Implosions →
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The world’s
not wanton
only wild and wavering
I wanted to choose words that even you
would have to be changed by
Take the word
of my pulse, loving and ordinary
Send out your signals, hoist
your dark scribbled flags
but take
my hand
All wars are useless to the dead
My hands are knotted in the…
it’s guy pearce’s birthday!
i’m so happy you were born
and sometimes have a moustache
R E S P E C T.
<3 MOUSTACHE FOREVER
