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Started by silvertone, December 12, 2011, 02:09:15 AM

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silvertone

take into accordance  all the actions you have done, now what genre would you call yourself??? see thread title for my answer

snoorkel

I am a Syncretic Whole that Transceneds the Genre Paradigm

silvertone

Quote from: vziard on December 12, 2011, 02:12:38 AM
I am a Syncretic Whole that Transceneds the Genre Paradigm
  RIP op's subtle irony

snoorkel

Quote from: silvertone on December 12, 2011, 02:14:33 AM
  RIP op's subtle irony


oh shit sorry I thought I was going the <-- other way

silvertone

Quote from: vziard on December 12, 2011, 02:15:25 AM
oh shit sorry I thought I was going the <-- other way
i don't believe in genres.

snoorkel


Boogus Epirus Aurelius

Tarnished tales in some silver light
Parade floats sink in the dead of night
I wanted to understand why I'd desert you

Waves crash kicks in a somber flair
As you dust perfume in your hair
And walk 'round here like you're something brand new

But to your melody proclaim
A fanfare to your dirty name
And all we sing is songs about stayin' true

Misty calculation aside
We lift our heads and walk in stride
Beside a riverbed once green and blue


PLEASEHELP1991

I am dream pop chomskyan anarchist druze gospel
I love [you]

Socks

I guess I could call myself a realist,
I guess I would call myself a man.
If a dream were to be seen.
I think that I am partial,
I think that I am mortal.
So I think that I am everything,
with fatal undertones.
And this is art in the making,
living, in the gun of Robert Ford.

silvertone

Quote from: Boognish-Redux- on December 12, 2011, 08:51:36 AM
Tarnished tales in some silver light
Parade floats sink in the dead of night
I wanted to understand why I'd desert you

Waves crash kicks in a somber flair
As you dust perfume in your hair
And walk 'round here like you're something brand new

But to your melody proclaim
A fanfare to your dirty name
And all we sing is songs about stayin' true

Misty calculation aside
We lift our heads and walk in stride
Beside a riverbed once green and blue


are you making fun of me via poetry because i think it is working

snoorkel

Quote from: Socks on December 12, 2011, 09:21:04 AM
I guess I could call myself a realist,
I guess I would call myself a man.
If a dream were to be seen.
I think that I am partial,
I think that I am mortal.
So I think that I am everything,
with fatal undertones.
And this is art in the making,
living, in the gun of Robert Ford.


That was Touching, socks.


Boogus Epirus Aurelius

Quote from: silvertone on December 12, 2011, 02:06:36 PM
are you making fun of me via poetry because i think it is working


No, I just strung bullshit together to the tune of "I want you" by Bob dylan.

That's what I do with most of my life.

silvertone

we have a lot in common, I constantly bullshit. infact I am a literal being of bullshit

Boogus Epirus Aurelius

Quote from: silvertone on December 12, 2011, 02:55:28 PM
we have a lot in common, I constantly bullshit. infact I am a literal being of bullshit


I never was this way until I took that class in college. It was a 300 level (pretty sure) course about the practice and application of bullshittery or something.

Oh wait.
I'm thinking of my entire school career.


silvertone

school won't teach me what I need to know (real anarchy)

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