Pulp Fiction Poems - Poems about Pulp Fiction

...Say You know what they call a burger in the future What I can't believe it's not a burger Because it ain't got no meat or cheese in it It's a bun but that ain't bread as we used to ......

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... A termite’s a guy who just loves the woods It gnaws him because he’s just not understood His nightmares, a version of Sentricon hell You love oak and cherry, why can’t he as well? A vil......

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...Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life Children tumbling out of bed coffee dripping from my old faded percolator Stockings hanging from the shower curtain mother'......

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...I am looking for a book I left on a train back in 88. A book concerning explorations made on the Metropolitan line between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Croxley. An odyssey only reaching its destinati......

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...The inhuman toadie, that does not have your voice? You want me to call you, I have made a choice. To listen to Mr. Techno Man, for me is a total crucifixion. Hearing the same inhuman male across......

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... El Presidente don’t Tennessee nothing bad coming, tho’ the global orbitals saw viral things very differently Happy talk tongue taters do eerily Idaho ear mash liquor please Dela......

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...Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence... Quotidian dedication describes das deft dude, his promising passion with English language within recent past dim sum might notice he brewed p......

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...went to see 'once upon a time innnn holllyyywood' soft core quentin tarentino not you're dead yet pulp fiction a bit too long but a twister to pull you out of your senses so hold onto to ......

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...Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured. Marlow kept his wisecracks to the bare minimum when meeting a new client. Dam......

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...Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb Your status says you dumped me and at last you took your first full breath. You look aghast at any desk and any desker either. Alas, it's true. Just l......

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...an in-sight drove me here where the entry code 'eye' opened a word lock so timely fashion is responsible for words on 'invisibles' our subconscious 'scans' it is just information our libr......

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...Vinyl (3/1/19) “Wow, everybody just cleared out. “That’s what happens when you leave a “Bookstore with vinyl.” I haven’t a clue what she meant And to be perfectly honest, I’m not Sure she k......

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...Something in this autumn air I like to call oblivion chill beats my heart into pulp fiction, clasped inside my diction, who can hear the heart crying for its lost will inside that unreal N......

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...Surely, Sherlock was rooted in the home. But his ruby slippers Had worn-out souls So the jaded detective Followed Fitzgerald and the lost generation. But somewhere in between chapters And the t......

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...Here, I dwell in no man's land, On the flip side, there's men unwomanned, They can be a miserable band, Desperately seeking a hand, I read their profiles for online dating, Is this pulp fiction ......

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