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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thrift shop miracles of multi- layered mysteries,insomniac- drifters stumbling up the highway to a water-logged Nirvana. Stuttering hymns to flannel saints who have not yet; joined the cult of organized-nicean-rebellion. Midwest slackers distressed in jeans and in mind blood slowly becoming thick black-tar, seeking release from big-haired- bards &synth-pop-psychiatrist. seeking freedom from German-hammers & London-fog, searching with work boots unsalted; For a new kind of weather. Earth-sister-pixie over caffenated Balarina dancing rythm-less to a new discorded blues dreaming of jazz and feminist revolution; building a new alternative- nation a new president Kennedy, Shouting rain soaked rebellion in Starbucks Between vicodin and shots of expresso. Souls coming together in mosh-pits of Discontent everclear-mud and hormone- laced sweat coming down together; Drinking rivers to drench the fires of MDMA. Indian outlaws lost in the dextroverse, Seeking the pain of country music, but the Appalachian's were lost bathed in black-lights&neon the coal miners daughter, left the hollers for the Seattle fog&adderall . O' lomo tinted cherubs that filled the 90's morgues screaming love songs to familiar spirits Of delta-blues my girls & boys here's where You sleep tonight put to rest by your own Divine-hands seeking Nirvana, and all You ever wanted was there in your arms but The man in the box would tell you otherwise, And still nothing else mattered.
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