I like girls named after australia! Im losing my mind,im sure of it. simple as sunshine I gone and falled in beautiful trouble with the other half of my head I keep wanting to write her name on everything that I own which I aint own much,but my trust is enough to claim as a [...]
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I like girls named after Australia!-William Seward Bonnie
Posted: March 25, 2011 in William Seward BonnieTags: Business, Donkey, Ghetto, History, Justin Beiber, Justin Bieber, Toilet seat, United States
Mourning Ballad- William Seward Bonnie
Posted: February 1, 2011 in Poetry, William Seward BonnieTags: Alex Trebek, Daily double, IBM, Jeopardy, Recreation, Shopping, Watson, Yorktown Heights New York
i sprung it out of the dung yesterday morning The heady’s were mourning, no hurting any more, just ketamine and open needle sores Her heart poured into my pimp chalice for hours until our mouths melted into each other’s salvia incidents, laced with way to much acid and amphetamines snorted over the tips of switch [...]
Leaflet Shower – William Seward Bonnie
Posted: December 14, 2010 in philosophy, Poetry, William Seward BonnieTags: Christian, Christianity, Communist Party of Ireland, Leaflet, Pluto, Religion and Spirituality, United States, Visa
Leaflet Shower zombie nights incorporating coffee and righteous acclamations of process mostly thoughtless, in a sense, it’s a long line of circumvented anger, danger misplaced trust and wages..a strange way to ring in a new year, decades later. trains colliding on tracks,as their stranglehold on debt is essentially maxed out Visa, American Express…foot in [...]
Ar 13- William Seward Bonnie
Posted: November 18, 2010 in philosophy, Poetry, William Seward BonnieTags: Alaska, Francis Lewis, John F. Kennedy, Kenai Fjords National Park, Midwood Brooklyn, Seattle Police Department, Seward Park, Shopping, Sick of 'em, william seward bonnie
Ar 13 I got all dressed up today to smoke a cigarette. there’s no food in the cupboard. I’m thinking about buying a goat, but according to fucking Mark, they’re more then 50 bones.
Spent-William Seward Bonnie
Posted: October 28, 2010 in Poetry, William Seward BonnieTags: poetry, Sick of 'em, Twitter, United States, Williamseward bonnie
Plays blame on the train We came in through the back whores It felt like the eighties again…well I mean from what I’ve heard. I scored a point for sanity, I killed our “leaders”
