PenguinAttack

There is no correct way to interpret a poem beyond the more obvious "He is talking about blue here", if the poem only mentions red. Unless the last line is ...

I roll words by my mouth, tongue cleaving my cheeks to construct this - sound we open the lips, parse, close again. I am alive in this language.

The mouth of the earth; forever speaking to me in so many tongues.

I was just going to say I don't go outside, to be witty. and then I saw the chicken salt. Holy monkeys do I love chicken salt.

From the OED: a. A person who loves his or her country, esp. one who is ready to support its freedoms and rights and to defend it against enemies or ...

So early on I was like "lol gonna kick butt even though I haven't reviewed extensively in forever." And then I saw this. And laughed borderline hysterically. I love you, ...

Because Y is a crooked letter and you cannot make it straight explain who we are when not yet 25 when we will grow larger than the boots we wear ...

Aw man. My natural pronunciation does often label me as mad snooty. :( I am not mad snooty, I promise! Maybe.

What, competition, what? GONNA BURN THIS PAPER UP, YO.

Summer hearts burning under the fine blue lines of harbour skies. I wait I wait I wait for when you remember we don't belong together.

I think rap culture is also going to be different from country to country. Also, I suggest Ben's issue with the study is that it doesn't say where they got ...

p'CAHN. Totes.

I made the mistake made so many times before of returning - again again - to this house, your home, my quiet sanctuary. Left there to devices unknown - yours ...

Gum boughs slink lower as skies raise red and ash hot our breath will refresh.

I am bad at this, how syllables slide toward your cloudless skies now.