Long Stim Poems

My fetal alcoholic bipolar:

“sometimes I experience low anxiety
and act like a happy drunk”

“sometimes,
like when entering new places 
and situations,
I experience high anxiety
and act like a very bad
and mean-spirited drunk
with immense juvenile curiosity and overload,
near total...

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Chorus:
             Barack Obama
             Barack Obama
      ...

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The Tal-Dareem are fighting-mad;
They've realized they've just been had.
Expect soon Zealots and Stalkers,
Immortals and those "cliff walkers".
Zerg Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are...

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siting out on a hill wating the ocaen waves and i come across a beatiful flower that was pink 
petals,green thin stim, and yellow fuzzy circle in the middle.i wounder if the flower could do...

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They like their news delivered intravenously
Nonstop drip of
horrific images pumped straight to the cortex
Ophthalmologically dosed every hour 
Raw footage unedited,
fatal tragic scenes 
unfiltered 
on the television screen
Traumatized survivors giving ghastly, weeping accounts
Macabre absorption byway of...

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Stimming Towards Euphoria

She be riding on that trans train
Lost her wit and half her brain
Next time that I see her
She won't be the woman I know

All it took was a little gender education
The internet and...

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I ain't surprised by anything I hear on the news nowadays!
The way the gov'mint is bein' run just leaves me in a daze!
This mornin' I heard another of Obama's schemes has gone sour!
Seems that this...

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SOUP RAP

You can pass me the biscuits, get a chicken from the coup
An give me a bowl of poetry soup

Since I schmoozed wid da muse an I started to write 
It’s sure given me a...

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Let’s pretend I know how to tell the secret.
The secret of our lives.
Like children running mad into each other.
Like bank exchanges in line.
Finally at the window,
And no one understands a thing.

The mind that forgot me...

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The Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate.

There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”:
My shift’s almost done...

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Two AM and I struggle to stay awake
Perhaps its time to take my break
Lights are dim and patients sleeping
Reassuring sound of monitors beeping
Eyelids becoming heavy, fading fast
Needing to find some caffeine at last
Fill my cup...

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