[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13331750]Morning In The Sub-Basement Of Hell
by Steven Jesse Bernstein

The black rubber tires of four a.m. pulling their heavy truck over my skull and bones. I remember the bottle as I lay awake but I'm too scared to touch it. A green cloud hovers in the air above the bed. Kiss the radio and smoke, wondering where all the sweat comes from. Ate two cans of soup, one after the other, and feel healthy. Now the crumbling artifice of the black sky cracks into orange lines, the traffic is a conveyor belt of brown candy bars. I put my mouth to the road and suck. Can you cry? I cannot cry. I do not cry. Instead I thank my lucky stars for the load of blankets. A glass of milk and shave in bed. The old gangster in me comes out and my hands are two pistols, aimed at the miserable ceiling. I unload all my fingernails into the chipped cream paint. Also with a pair of buzzing clippers I give myself a haircut, short like a vicious terrier or a Nazi, and stroke my mustache lovingly. Put that one on the table and let's see what's inside her stomach! My tongue itches and a fire burns in every tooth. Torture is my love and I carry it to bed, a frantic maiden struggling with no arms or legs, a pink worm with clocks on her nipples, breasts ticking metallicly. Her voice says, "You, fool, are the one who squirms. I am merely crippled." And so, holding the instruments of pain, I conduct the orchestra of the sun. Daylight flutters into existence every day like the first time. I torment it with hot wires and heaves into the deep slate, yellow and green, a lightning vomit who's mouth refuses to end. "Are there hummingbirds?," it thinks, and I press a dead hummingbird to its face. This is the formula for happiness. The dry bottle twitches in the dizzy light of morning. A sort of drunkenness comes over me and places its hands, trembling, on my forehead and abdomen. "Would you like pie and coffee?," it seems to say. No, no thank you, I'm not hungry yet. But I sneak a cream of wheat sandwich and stale sweet roll, wash it down with juice squeezed from a leather belt. You who gave your life for me, what was the point? Yes, I am satisfied here with my iron teeth and my roof made of stained hats, my many roofs, and so many layers of windows the world looks like a gray mouse with its squeaking head pinned under a black shoe. Man smoking a cigar, looking up at a dying streetlight. I shut out the traffic with a personal noise in my ears.

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Hertz my brain.

Emily Dickinson is pretty sweet. And I like Langston Hughes a lot.

Sylvia Plath.

[url]http://www.stanford.edu/class/engl187/docs/plathpoem.html[/url]

Weelllll..Chem. Test in an hour..I'm going to pass <_<

I hope you fail.

LOL chmistry

Your chmistry is Cute without the 'E' B

eww TBS

*runs*

So, what up thread?

Adam has just pwn'd you with a mic. :mad:

But really, I'm tired, and the cappucino did nada for me. I'm going to school soon, so that's not too fun, but yeah..

Sup4uRoss?

Damn foo, nuttin'z goin down in tha hood.

I got work at 5 but aside from that... I'm comfortably sat on my arse. WMP keeps fannying about deciding that it'd rather none of my changes to ID3 tags for my DJ Shadow CDs should be saved, so I need to show it who's the boss. No idea how I'll do that though.

cool, cool.

Ah yes, media players can get really annoying sometimes.

do any ppers do photography?

[edit] or know any cool photographers (pref. black and white)

Man Ray.

Hes all i know.

I want a maximo park t-shirt.

Can anyone give me a hand with getting some more ska?
Stuff like Less Than Jake (before Borders and Boundaries), that's very pop punky, but has the horns as well.
I never really got into Reel Big Fish, Big D or the Bosstones.

Adequate seven, wooo.

God, it's so hard to find poetry that isn't god aweful and pretentious.

Sup threaaaad.

[url]http://www.myspace.com/acornsandmerlot[/url]

Its makin me lul.

Someone .rar and YSI me some Something Corporate stuff? <3

-Gav

[url]http://www.taylormali.com/media/whatteachers.mp3[/url]

I really like this guy.

Hey guys, look what I did this morning!

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[QUOTE=Bad Blood;13333529]do any ppers do photography?

[edit] or know any cool photographers (pref. black and white)[/QUOTE]

Ansel Adams
Man Ray
Joseph Koudelka
Jerry Ueslmann (one of my favourites)
Imogen Cunningham

[QUOTE=Permanent Solution;13335010]Hey guys, look what I did this morning!

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Got hit by a car?

[QUOTE=I<3Jess;13335400]Got hit by a car?[/QUOTE]

Haha, no, thankfully I didn't get hit by another car...this time I just hit some gravel and skidded off the sidewalk.

[QUOTE=I<3Jess;13335400]Got hit by a car?[/QUOTE]

Obviously not, but I wouldn't be suprised if he got injured breaking into one.

I finally found my poet! Martial!

Fidentinus, you're reciting from my book:
But since you read so poorly, you can keep what you took...

The archer pierced his rich wife's heart
while "practising" one day -
Practice makes perfect is what I always say.

He's just a sarcastic asshole to everyone! What an awesome dude. And his poems are like from 1950 years ago.

rofl learn to ride bike

Jon: How did he obviously not? I've been hit by a car and come out of it better off than that :/

[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13335433]Obviously not, but I wouldn't be suprised if he got injured breaking into one.

I finally found my poet! Martial!

Fidentinus, you're reciting from my book:
But since you read so poorly, you can keep what you took...[/QUOTE]

*** :(

Sounds like rap.

b: it's hard. :( Tempe is like the dirtiest place in the country. Too many Mexicans.

[QUOTE=Permanent Solution;13335447]*** :(

Sounds like rap.

b: it's hard. :( Tempe is like the dirtiest place in the country. Too many Mexicans.[/QUOTE]

rofl there's too many vince's on bikes amirite

[QUOTE=I<3Jess;13335436]rofl learn to ride bike

Jon: How did he obviously not? I've been hit by a car and come out of it better off than that :/[/QUOTE]

Wounds on both of his elbows and the SIDE of his leg, and his cell phone is broken.

The There's no way you can get hit by a car and get those booboos.

Unless he tried to deflect the car with his elbow, it bashed into his leg, broke his cell phone, and then he fell over, and tried to break his fall with his other elbow.

[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13335466]Wounds on both of his elbows and the SIDE of his leg, and his cell phone is broken.

The There's no way you can get hit by a car and get those booboos.[/QUOTE]

Oh ok oh master of getting hit by cars.

[QUOTE=I<3Jess;13335456]rofl there's too many vince's on bikes amirite[/QUOTE]
shush :mad:
[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13335466]Wounds on both of his elbows and the SIDE of his leg, and his cell phone is broken.

The There's no way you can get hit by a car and get those booboos.[/QUOTE]
Actually that was one elbow, just different parts of it...it got killed a lot. The ankle pics didn't come out good but my ankle's messed up too :-\

But when I got run over by a car I had similar injuries tbh.

[QUOTE=I<3Jess;13335487]Oh ok oh master of getting hit by cars.[/QUOTE]

lol

[QUOTE=Permanent Solution;13335447]*** :(

Sounds like rap.

b: it's hard. :( Tempe is like the dirtiest place in the country. Too many Mexicans.[/QUOTE]

"I felt a little ill and called Dr. Symmachus.
Well, you came, Symmachus, but you brought 100 medical students with you.
One hundred ice-cold hands poked and jabbed me.
I didn't have a fever, Symmachus, when I called you –but now I do."

He's a fun guy. Better than most stupid poetry.

[QUOTE=formofshark;13335500]lol[/QUOTE]

sup dude

I wish I was f[B]u[/B]cked right now. I only have a day and a half left of school this week thank god. Most boring sh[B]i[/B]t ever.

ATTN: Jess is a rebel for not liking school.

[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13335504]"I felt a little ill and called Dr. Symmachus.
Well, you came, Symmachus, but you brought 100 medical students with you.
One hundred ice-cold hands poked and jabbed me.
I didn't have a fever, Symmachus, when I called you –but now I do."

He's a fun guy. Better than most stupid poetry.[/QUOTE]

... Meh. His rhyming is trite. I'm a pretentious poet.

[QUOTE=Permanent Solution;13335542]... Meh. His rhyming is trite. I'm a pretentious poet.[/QUOTE]

It's worth noting that he wrote that more than nineteen hundred years ago.

That's a translation.

He probably rhymed just fine in whatever savage language he spoke.

Trite, however, is a magnificant word.

[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13335533]ATTN: Jess is a rebel for not liking school.[/QUOTE]

ROFL

I'm not Jess, gg though.

And I do like some aspects of school, it's just boring as hell.

[QUOTE=BridgeToSolace;13335566]It's worth noting that he wrote that more than nineteen hundred years ago.

That's a translation.

He probably rhymed just fine in whatever savage language he spoke.

Trite, however, is a magnificant word.[/QUOTE]

I hate translations that force rhymes in the new language...it loses a lot of the poem's original meaning.

Yes, it is.

Poems are better read in the original language anyways.

I am not learning latin so that I can do this project.

Sorry.

English is the most useless class ever, by the way. At least math gives you no bull**** about pretending to be important.