Bizarre

End Of Us

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Thought For Food

when someone spilled paint on a canvas

and said hmm, i bet this could go for money

when it did

that was the end of us



when someone shit in a can

and said hmm, i bet this could go for money

when it did

that was the end of us



when someone simply traced an ad

and said hmm, i bet this could go for money

when it did

that was the end of us



many tried to fight it off

for a little while

but that was the end of us

but that was the end of us



when someone sung cheers about shooting up

or shooting up the place

when they made money

that showed the end of us



when someone sung cheers about smoking pot

or other brain rot

when they made money

that showed the end of us



when people acted stupid on reality t/v

when we copied it in real life

the t/v made more money

and that paid the end of us



once some tried to fight it off

suppose a few still fight on

but this is the end of us

as far as your expression says

this is the end of us



so here's to pollack, manzoni and warhol

and the next generations who filled the land up with garbage

broadcast television, special mention

you were the end of us


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Aunt Helga

I feel like I should speak

   with an accent

I feel like a mail-order bride

But I'm glad to be a part

   of this microcosm family.

I have my own family that

   makes me very happy.

Thank you, my little

   dysfunctional, crazy,

   fun, awesome family!

I'm sure America will be

   to my liking. =)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We made our own family...November 30, 2009

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Meiosis



By Peggikaye Eagler



Just how does a cell divide?

To stay alive and not have died?

It grows, replicates, splits in two,

Apoptosis happens when it is due.

G One happens so it can grow,

A stop point now, its flaws to show.

Resting, then it prepares for synthesis,

Another stop point, before it forms Sis.

In G Two it grows in preparation,

Make sure it is ready for separation.

Prophase begins, it starts to show,

Signals crossing over and spindles “Go!”

In Metaphase chromosomes start to align,

Another stop to check the design.

In Anaphase, Chromosomes separate,

The Cleavage Furrow acts as a gate,

In Telophase spindles disappear,

Ready to split without a tear.

Ready for meiosis two to begin,

It starts all over with two cells like a twin.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Struggling to understand Meiosis in my biology class ... and academics taking over my brain ..needed a creative outlet one day and this is what I wrote.

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Camera Slowed Forty Times

We who thrive on disappointments

And find alligators to be fascinating,

Stand to glorify our peculiar ways

And our peculiar haze

That blocks our pursuit of the usual persuasion

And their usual sensations,

Because we find it so lacking

To always be so sorry

But thanks to all our questions

We're always let back down.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To see the every move.

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silver

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pondering

skin peeled veggie style

pain occupies the lonely soul

lust bullying sense and sensibility

fairies dance on abandoned graves

wolves dine on ancestors mercilessly.



feed the starving parasite

maling life and love only a mockery

past and present comingling dangerously

helpless to stop the incessent collapse



drifting in a sea of mundane

floating on stagnant complacency

sinking into the sterling silver of regret



days rush pass

anger dissipated into shame

stress coiled tightly

waiting to strike

each sip increasing the tension

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Inside

Run! Run!

from the things you've become

SCREAM!

Tear this mask away

bleed out the pain

spinning in circles

emotion in silence

inner beatings

is that what makes you sleep at night

I carved the path out of shame

are you coming with me

Will you drown with me?

Close your eyes

hang on to your false ambitions

your paralyzed dreams

your empty intuitions

dont let go

drop the gun

the razor is lying on the floor

and death is screaming on the stereo

she's empty

she's asleep

she's just the reflection

in the mirror

Just words painted backwardsas she rides the worlds bullet one more time

good-bye

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CANNOT FREAKIN' POST!!!! HELLO!!!! SOMEONE????!!!!

Comin' around but to never come clean

Pannin' for fun while you're lost in extreme

Full moon shinin' on the fields of love

You give your soul, but they're in it for blood



Yesterday clamped you in the hands of the beast

Fell to the moon, thought the shadows would cease

but dreams come attached to the evils at hand

You gained a song, but you fell to the band



Comin' around but to never come down

Blackout to shine while you're locked in the sound

Full moon blinding all the rays of the shade

Fuckin' you up with one foot in grave



Should have never posted

Should you come to post

Should have never posted

Grunge, it's now a ghost

Take it all in stide, dear

Don't ya take it all too heart

I'm still on your side dear

like I was straight from the start



Comin' around but to never come clean

Pannin' for fun while you're lost in extreme

Full moon shinin' on the fields of love

You give your soul, but they're in it for...



drugs.


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You Know How I Am

Well, here I am

at square four,

losing what I

didn't fight for.

While you were looking

out for

you

I was looking

out for

three

thousand dollars.

What did you expect

from me?

I just go for mine.

You see?

I was too

consumed with

my life.

You knew.

So we two

cant be right.

Now you and me are done.

But don't forget

about my cash

my son.  

I gave you life

and you owe

me one.




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Fantages Nightmares

Note: I think I wrote this when I was 9 or 10 years old. I believe it was for Halloween or something. I will type it out exactly how I had it written, just for fun.



when the fog Rolls in.

dont look behind you.

"Lurk'en my way".

Devils Game

Killing Souls.

Bedtime stories

Some'nts gonna get ya!

evil lives within

Kiss of death

eyes of the dead

chainsaws can be fun.

look in to my eyes

delleirious

mysterious dreams

Pursuin thought

mysterious dreams

Blood Red lips

mysterious dreams

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was about 9 or 10 when I wrote this...I'm so glad I didn't throw it out.

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