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I’m a happy, little, baby bumble bee and I love my mommy and daddy so so much I wanna hop like a baby bunny and sing like a baby kitty.Mew! Meeew! Meeeeew! Mew! I love it when mommy and daddy takes me to see the choo choo train at the choo choo tracks and daddy goes chooooooo choooooo too and mommy combs my hair and takes off my socks grabbing my little warm piggies and says, “Tis little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home. Oink! Oink! Oink!”
» Posted By drew On 11.20.2012 @ 9:21 pm
Stop comparing yourself to others’, even yourself to yourself. Comparison is a prison where we both the prisoner and prison guard. Smash every mirror you find yourself staring at you but never into you. I mean it– smash every mirror you find yourself looking into, even if it’s a building window; you see, this way you’ll get arrested and go to a physical prison and when you do, compare it to the one inside you.
» Posted By drew On 11.19.2012 @ 5:08 pm
I, the most satisfying man on earth, refuse to get drunk on myself.
» Posted By drew On 11.19.2012 @ 2:48 pm
No institution declares war more than the family institution. For a very young child, parents mean more than the whole world, they are the whole world. Nothing else exists. From infancy to age four, i was infantry in a world war.
» Posted By drew On 11.16.2012 @ 3:56 pm
I hate the fact that I’m not an employee, merely a hired hand in several different jobs, how strange is it that I’m longing for the day to come where I have to punch in?
» Posted By Drew On 11.16.2012 @ 7:19 am
To see beauty, go to the beautiful but to find beauty, go to the painful. To learn truth, go to what’s taught but to find truth, go to what’s not. The true measure of a thing is always beyond the immediate and known.
» Posted By drew On 11.14.2012 @ 5:16 pm
Dear reader, there’s this spectacular place you’ve never been to. It’s all around you. It always is. To move there, the only thing you have to leave behind is the ego and the only thing you have to take is a breath…and then observe without motive. Allow the ethereal Silence to speak in its native language of nothingness, while forgetting your own… and read… the lines of poetry descending into your empty mind… and do not title them “my own”.
» Posted By drew On 11.12.2012 @ 10:09 am
My life is a message and every day is drawing of to be tomorrow and my 2b pencil tip is the fulcrum of the present moment.
» Posted By drew On 11.11.2012 @ 9:39 pm
Sex as a way
of leaving hell for
poverty, severe anxiety,
stress, broken families,
broken hearts; girls 13 and forever
pregnant, little boys addicted
to the their dicks.
» Posted By drew On 11.10.2012 @ 7:08 pm
Today I met someone so precious I don’t want to meet her again until I really ground myself. I start to float away just by saying her name.
» Posted By drew On 11.05.2012 @ 9:42 pm
It’s so hard to stop the thing that almost acutually works. I’m talking about the users’s and abuser’s. Those who save themselves and others from themselves, but are never called heroes. The sums of those from so little we divide by the desolate zeros of our humanity.
» Posted By drew On 11.04.2012 @ 5:15 pm
The most beautiful thing you can do in your life is to get others’ to see the most beautiful thing in their lives which is their lives. Their tremendous, tremendous lives. How they are the story of mankind. If you really see that, it’s a tremendous vitality, energy, beauty, love, because it’s no longer a small entity struggling in the corner of the earth. You are part of this whole humanity, life, earth, cosmos beyond. A story infinitely, infinitely more epic than Lord of The Rings. The magician’s greatest trick was tricking ourselves that magic is not real.
» Posted By drew On 11.03.2012 @ 6:59 pm
What will the Buddha say if I tell him I found a solution, a downreaching beauty in Saṃsāra; a deep subcellar of Nirvana.
» Posted By drew On 10.23.2012 @ 9:43 pm
what is hell but another rich city? the ghetto is the only part of New York which is dear to me. i’ve found greater intelligence in the ghetto than i have in harvard yard; yet to ignite genius; sleeping giants; diamonds in the rough, rough, roughest parts of town, unfit for jewelry but not jails chains.
» Posted By drew On 10.22.2012 @ 10:19 pm
A rush of flowers;
there was a garden in her face;
rose bushes blushing,
deeping in red.
» Posted By drew On 10.20.2012 @ 7:37 am
I, I alone amoung mankind, the freest man on earth, am able to give up my roots to the degree a tree can. I have a dream of the man who had a dream, I hold in a cirlce around me the names of heros to sense the unknown; I’m convinced the world has never known her greatest men and women, if she did we could write ” the biography of god on earth.”
» Posted By drew On 10.15.2012 @ 4:07 pm
He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes
his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through
» Posted By drew On 09.06.2012 @ 9:03 pm
sleeping people of the mist! rise from your low-drift and reclaim your minds that’ve settled for the dread mud of monday waking for work that never worked and never will as it robs the welfare of your soul.
» Posted By drew On 08.17.2012 @ 7:58 pm
i seek shelter inside a vast setting of stones casted into the wishing well of moments granted in mountains more grander than our eroded, glacial memories of them.
» Posted By drew On 08.24.2012 @ 10:26 pm
seeds within seeds;
a blackberry bush
is growing from a
» Posted By drew On 08.19.2012 @ 9:32 pm
It’s rather fitting for the event, and a potent metaphor follows the fact that money is the number one most filth potent thing we touch throughout daily life. In addition, there is a weight bearing element of truth holding the balance between cocaine being found on 90% of bills, as 90% of cocaine usage is more than likely the result of money.
» Posted By drew On 08.19.2012 @ 8:32 pm
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» Posted By drew On 08.16.2012 @ 10:27 pm
“the . . . it was the wanting,” jonas said, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. “i just wanted her to undress and get into the tub so i could . . . wash her.”
his mother smiled. “don’t worry, jonas. you’ve just experienced your first stirrings.”
» Posted By Drew On 08.14.2012 @ 8:01 pm
cloudcry from faraway consoles in the desert stretch between my banks, restoring the river in me lost to drought, doubt, dispair.
» Posted By drew On 08.13.2012 @ 9:12 pm
I am always looking for people’s approval. I am not sure why because all that really matters is what I think. Approval is over rated. You cannot make everyone happy after all. I am sure someday I will decided that I don’t need your approval to stop needing your approval.
» Posted By Drew On 08.11.2012 @ 1:40 pm
dear you, you, i dreamed of you, in a dream; in a dream of a dream of a deeper, deeper, dream; in the deepest, deepest dream, until even the seams of the dreams seemed to dream, or awaken…i can’t tell, and i never want to be able to.
» Posted By drew On 08.08.2012 @ 8:33 pm
oneway ticket punctured; the voyage from the alone to the alone.
» Posted By drew On 08.06.2012 @ 8:09 pm
to be alone inside thousands of pages, miles away feel more like miles deep.
» Posted By drew On 08.04.2012 @ 11:04 pm
Boxes within boxes, receding back in time. Dust hides all scratchmarks of secrets; a clawing from the insides to be released.
» Posted By drew On 08.04.2012 @ 6:11 am
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boxes within boxes receding back in time and dust hides their scratchmarks of secrets clawing from the insides to be released.
» Posted By drew On 08.04.2012 @ 6:09 am