“City of Skyscrapers”
I went on the roof again today to float above my uncertainties
I’ve been having a lot of them recently
The past three weeks have felt like gradually drowning in every aspect in my life
I was harkening back on a discussion I had the night before about poverty
ups
The^and
downs of the extremely deprived and impoverished
How I envied in some poetic(read: look at me I’m anti-culture) sort of way the Guatemalan child working in a field
At least they don’t have to live this life
No one is (s/t)elling them what deodorant will get them laid
in elevators
by six different women
each conveniently matching a different attractive stereo type
The ditsy big tittied blond
The slender innocent Asian
The sassy freckled redhead
The sexy girl next door brunette
The gigantic assed black woman
one for each everyone (you must like one. look by our products!(minus fags. we hate them))
They aren't required to hear a man that’s older then the fucking area code talk about war and campaign to make sure it will by no means conclude by your great grandchildren’s death
They don't know what Brittany Spears snatch looks like, or that her little sister is pregnant
Thinking of this on the roof, I developed the sincerest insistence
To, not to jump off, but to just let myself fall off
Not to float, but just fall
I didn't want to land softly; I wanted to smash though the street below
but I thought, three stories just isn't enough to be sure
Then I remembered what the man on the radio told me this morning
Brangelinia (I’m offended as a person I know what that means)
(And even more so that I just used it)
Sold pictures of their twins for eleven million dollars
Pictures of kids for eleven million dollars
eleven million dollars
for fucking pictures
of kids
unexpectedly it hit me very clearly:
I must move
to New York
A contest entry
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this is brilliant.
best o' luck in the contest -
Great piece!
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i love when someone puts shit out there. like i do. .. the feelings inside that makes the cynical and scandalous things fall out of us and into our work... the fact that you used brangelina is hysterical and sad all at the same time...
this piece was great and i am jealous i didnt lay this one out...
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cheers.
this was genius. it is dripping with sarcasm and disdain yet it is the clearest explanation of how pathetic things are becoming. i love this more than i think i know how to express. it reminds me of my poem "Ungreat-Oh-Eight" i tried to be this awesome. but it didn't work.
cheers, dearest. this is the stuff we live with, and this kind of art is the stuff that keeps me going.
immaculate.
wonderful.
bravo.
best wishes and best of luck! -
They aren't required to hear a man that’s older then the fucking area code talk about war and campaign to make sure it will by no means conclude by your great grandchildren’s death
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wow.
i love the way you write.
it's formatted so well
& the line breaks and punctuation actually serve a PURPOSE
unlike in some poetry ..
anyways, i really really loved this
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I loved the part about the deoderent commercial.
And I love this part even more:
Pictures of kids for eleven million dollars eleven million dollars for fucking pictures
of kids"
wonderful, enjoyable, intelligent
keep writing, I'll keep reading
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i love it man.
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Brilliant man. absolutely brilliant
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