we're going to get there
a politically charged poem that I kind of tried to write like it was a riddle, based on the prompt "things that are not what they appear to be."
WARNING: This is a bit of a political soapbox, so don't read it if it's going to make you hate me! :)
A poem about the contrast between Marxism and Christianity.
whose fault is it?the honest man?the innocent boy?or the cruel people?
Então me aproximei e deixei que ele tirasse o resto. Só de encostar o meu bigode no seu rosto,
ele já delirava. Assim como eu dava gritos de felicidade quando ele encostava sua mãozinha
em partes proi...
I was 2 years old when i first felt sad, my ice cream had fell on the ground before i got my first lick. I was 6 when i had my first panic attack, my mom and stepdad had gotten into a fight and he got...
This is literally a photo collage of the vocabulary necessary for a thorough-going understanding of Noam Chomsky and his many political writings.
a politically charged poem that I kind of tried to write like it was a riddle, based on the prompt "things that are not what they appear to be."
WARNING: This is a bit of a political soapbox, so don't read it if it's going to make you hate me! :)
A poem about the contrast between Marxism and Christianity.
whose fault is it?the honest man?the innocent boy?or the cruel people?
Então me aproximei e deixei que ele tirasse o resto. Só de encostar o meu bigode no seu rosto,
ele já delirava. Assim como eu dava gritos de felicidade quando ele encostava sua mãozinha
em partes proi...
I was 2 years old when i first felt sad, my ice cream had fell on the ground before i got my first lick. I was 6 when i had my first panic attack, my mom and stepdad had gotten into a fight and he got...
This is literally a photo collage of the vocabulary necessary for a thorough-going understanding of Noam Chomsky and his many political writings.