Who ever knew that trees could get so big,
Or sunny roads could echo in the day—
These hollow streets sans swings and basketballs
Sing but the trip of leaves against the lawn. Continue reading “apocalypse Easter Someday”
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apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick”
And now, it’s time to talk about my dick.
If I am to maintain any sincerity throughout the course of this literary tirade, then no frank and honest portrait of my present condition would be complete without some elaboration about the events surrounding that which is commonly referred to as “my dick”. Continue reading “apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick””
apocalypse OPENING and ALLAH
OPENING
الرَّحمٰنِ الرَّحيمِ nadaبِسمِ ال
رَبِّ العالَمينَ nadaالحَمدُ لِلَّ
الرَّحيمِ nadaالرَّح
الدّينِ nada مالِكِ
نَستَعينُ nadaنَعبُدُ وَإِيّ nadaإِيّ
المُستَقيمَ nadaاهدِنَا الصِّ
الضّالّينَ nada المَغضوبِ عَلَيهِم nada الَّذينَ أَنعَمتَ عَلَيهِم nadaصِ
Hemingway would be proud. Continue reading “apocalypse OPENING and ALLAH”
