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[the] Poet Demas is dead

in some quiet place

Name:
Guillermo Pequeño
Birthdate:
20 March 1983
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Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?
Walt Whitman, "To You" From Leaves of Grass.

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The one thing I never understood about the human race is the sicking thought of how religion is that important to us.

Thirteen--Big Star

Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
get tickets for the dance
and I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said 'bout 'Paint It Black'
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's "no", well, I can go
I won't make you










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Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.




Watch the dancing one...he is your savior....

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