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Picasso (Free verse) by DreamerSupreme I stare at these paintings
and wonder if these were the reproductions
of the plastic surgery he performed
on his women.
Or was it his fantasy played onto canvas
of the people he wished to beat?
Perhaps he beat them in art
so that history can see the damage done
to his victims?
Was it his way of photographic memory,
So that he could always look back
at the work he has done and smile,
remembering the joy
of tenderizing sweet faces
in the middle of the night?
We may never know.
Up the ladder:
Trollop: A Married Mans Revenge
Down the ladder:
Bury Me at Dead Man's Point
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Posted: August 27, 2003 6:45 PM PDT; Last modified: August 27, 2003 6:45 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.313765 Overall Rank: 3538 Comments:
I wonder. Hmm??
Im going to post a complete analyization of his artwork in a poem soon. shall be posted asap.
You must have seen a bum exhibit. Because, my friend, his blue period ferkin rocks. As far as your poem goes... Good questions.
Indeed, i printed this poem out and stuck it on my wall.
If i know my social info correctly, godswife is your sister, well, she threw some information about picasso and his habit of beating his women.. and since my current writing has been going slow, she inspired me.. including the idiot who needed to defend a dead painter.. so i decided "poetic justice.. heres something that the world can consider, whether ole picasso was a lover or a fighter or: just a plain sadistic bastard with a brush. I hope the picasso lover felt cold hatred when reading this.. ;D so, your gonna become a big hit i hear, or thats what you publicly predicted. aye?
Was it the love perhaps? Love of death and mortality?
Or maybe tits? knowing is insignificant.
not insignifigant.. simply pale compared to understanding..
"was it the love" love? cute.. now explain, or ofcourse: dont respond.. spare yourself exposing the fact that your brain is small. Love of death? death is merciful, mortality? hrmm.. mortality.. nifty lil word to bring up along with death, your really making me think.. not.. god your fucking pathetic and boring. Where the hell did you come from? eh? i have a sudden smart ass popping out of someones ass to make "witty" comments to in some way clown the poem or me.. back away, go back to your seat, and let someone who can do it right bash away at me.. like dark angel, eh? he puts some actual spice to it.. shit that counts.. your crappy lil burps are the product of a wanna-be. "Or maybe tits" thats cute, bring up tits.. do you fantasize about tits "hand"? do these fantasies cause your palms to sweat? does sweaty hands make you giddy and are you grateful to have lubrication to masturbate while thinking about "tits"? do you want me to ram your head into a rotting carcass? 237 view(s)
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now all can wonder about good ole picasso.