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Posted in a walk through the deep end of nothingness, does anyone even know what love is?, heartbreak, paranoia, pissed, playing with matches on December 12, 2012 by matt questionmark

Fragile pacts tatter
With shitty farts
From corrupt lard mouths
Land lording sandpaper
Huts hilling over mined land
Sinking slowly
Shafting themselves silly
These sneaky fuckers
With their educated money
And free range tb
Escaping on empty in electric
Dildos buttfucking their
Way to buy a bag of legal
Weed in fucking Colorado
Pacts tatter with no pitter
Or patter of words to you
Or yours with shitty farts
To choke on as you
Get fucked by wiggers
Under your xmas tree.


love notes

Posted in does anyone even know what love is?, exploding heart, glory in the overlooked, guilt in the serenity, heartbreak on February 15, 2010 by tony saputo

in every word i lost more
shaved off a bit of the ol’ soul
delivered it to you in the rotten paper box
told you of my love and swallowed my pride
held you up to a light and saw no imperfections
defined you as perfect and used you as the looking glass
measured and weighed the world through your beauty
destroyed myself through your hijinks
shook down, scared, along with the glorious wonder
questioned every sentence
analyzed every moment
left empty handed where love used to be
noted you as oblivious
noted you as wanted
noted myself as the shortcoming

this is the morning where we woke up in love and fantasized about the suburbs

Posted in advice, does anyone even know what love is?, glory in the overlooked, is it really real? on January 25, 2009 by tony saputo

and this is the morning where everything exploded
we woke from our hapless, untouchable dreams
to yawn in the glory of it all
the sensation of the falling leaves turned upside down
drifting upward forever
the forgetting of the branches and trunks that rooted us solid
the ideas of a free world, free love, free lives, and freedom stopped being reasoned and started being felt

it is odd the shit has to be taught
if Grassley knew a thing or two i am sure he would agree.

on the other side of town there is a woman waking up in a few hours
who says she is the most free of us all
but the pulse is weaning on that lifeline
the lifeline she can never come to answer
the renditions of an arrested development sworn by my heart and eyes
and all i have ever felt and wept through
has been instilled for all my years
i was born with an exploding heart
and soured by an impending distrust
the pulse is beating on the lifeline
and the rest of the world cannot come to answer
meanwhile, we are rising in air and currents
weeping in utter joy,”no one save us, we have saved ourselves.”

and one day that woman, these children of fermentation and dark alleys, the clock on the wall, my sorrows will have realized their purposes and importance
these will answer this line, cold, limp, and weathered.
only to hear no calling or answer, but the silence will tell them it has been too late

i would easily sacrifice this life for anything good and true
why am i still here…why are you so hard to find
as my hands encased in the lines and wires of holding on and evolution
let me expire in this passion, just so i could die for something i believe in
just so i could die for us all

call me horrible, but i am fucking alive
and at least i am fucking trying…