Showing posts with label dirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirt. Show all posts

Friday, May 22, 2009

metal on metal



swashbuckling concerts,
amazing exits,
boggled brains,
convulsing fandom,
encouraging metalheads,
and too much army print







infectious smiles,
metal catapults,
captivating kitchens,
fearless bedroom rock,
laundry avoidance,
and two week old hairknots






eventful artshows,
rooftop antics,
irresistible talks,
free cigarettes,
wandering women,
and charming pairs









slurring babes,
dylan blasting apartments
youtube yo's,
levis booties,
secluded nineties tributes,
and bad idea beers












neverending bus rides,
clinking flasks,
cape escapades,
friendly radiators,
and sappy young girls









rowdy duos,
truthful tags,
terrifying haircuts,
slayer bashing,
and raw power rides



Wednesday, April 22, 2009

clean up your act


stealthy admissions,
formal delinquency,
fading lipstick,
and half-witted charmers




our history of cowboys
flying dresses,
extensive melodies,
and noble lenses



instrumental nirvanas,
steadfast audiences,
adroit circumstances,
beer bottle bans,
and shivering shoulders




militant walks,
lost ttc tokens,
vogue carnage,
matronly bills,
and zealous debacles










twitching eyes,
floral oxymorons,
female hazards,
convivial groups,
'olsen twin lookalikes',
compromising bartenders,
and styled disciples











stranger talk,
speeches about dinner,
trusty flasks,
blue collared fanatics,
irrational screenings,
clr it! and violin symphonies




fatuous faces,
candid exemption,
modern artisans,
clear gin visions,
and autonomous wanders


 
 
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