A THOUSAND WORDS FILLING THE VOID OF NOISY CITY LIFEA Poem by E.P. Roblesyou're irresponsible! beating my blue tongue i had the epiphany of the divine supernatural being so Jesus wears gold chains reaching for burritos inside a cold freezer! And I hadn't had a piece of *** forever! the funny dog rubs his *** on shag carpet and my drink o'Merlot spilled a splash of Van Gogh on my impressive chest -- it's not like breasts but like the invincible unobtainium of my brain Geeks. Screaming crows on my fence keep Emily away -- gee i c she buried a brass tube in her garden -- one more solo? Hey! Yeah! She took the drums beating feathers like a fly buzzing the death of our souls! :: 03-27-2015 ::
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StatsAuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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