My parents ran a residential rehabilitation center. The basement of the first house on Thirty-five Chestnut Street was home for me as a newborn. When I was a kid my life seemed to have no adventure and felt completely void of characters. It wasn't as vivid as tales spun by addicts in search of recovery and a personal Jesus. Back then I didn't see contradictions and complications as a process of human maturity. Time taught me that Life is tragic, hope filled, explicit, and blessed ...
Oct 29, 2009
a lil somethin'
I am a word warrior/sho-gun samurai of sentence structure/a fire spitting dragon of biblical proportions/endorsements settled upon endorphins attached to hair pin turns & European glide seating/my language is a hieroglyphic magnificently manufacturing spit deep within the caverns of my spit factory/i saw a glitch in the matrix/does that mean agents are near, maybe it means they're soon to appear/I'm my version of neo so does that make me the one/its hot shit when ejecting verbal projectiles cuz I'm a son of a gun
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i like this post, marcus. it is strong. your wordplay is great.
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ReplyDeleteGreat alliteration as usual.
ReplyDelete"word warrior;" "sho-gun samurai of sentence structure;" "endorsements - endorphins"
Me gusta "verbal projectiles" and "word warrior" especially.