You’re just a fucking genetic mistake, a give back that mother nature threw away. I'll see you your misery and spit in you’re face and I don’t call it anger. It is hate because you ruin everything you touch. On a level that

Do you hear? Do you hear? What you can’t say? Behind the whispers, the hisses and stolen kisses Do you see? Do you see? What you can’t read? The truth that may be too real to conceive Do you feel? Do you feel? The fe

Read this poem and tell me if English is easy or not. If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native Eng

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, and look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

WARNING : language may offend (or the entire poem will! It's a year end crazy...humoring myself...) 23.03 Tuesday More than 10 years ago while walking through Amsterdam I got shit on by a pigeon