Maybe the two ugliest fucks to ever grace that show.
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I have always enjoyed JT money's poetry. Non ironically. The shit he says is so strangely worded that it wraps around bad and comes all the way back around to brilliant.No idea who Tom Gilligan is but Jesse Taylor is the Albert Einstein of poetry.
I have always enjoyed JT money's poetry. Non ironically. The shit he says is so strangely worded that it wraps around bad and comes all the way back around to brilliant.
Watching his career evolve was incredible. His early period work was doggerel, like this.
"Kings and peasants we unite!
As I make trite
of my poetry."
But then in his Romanticist period, he showed a glimmer of promise. Example being "The tree's death":
"The tree's death
is like those
of the dying souls
that fall from the planet."
Then he finally entered his Syncretic period where he took inspiration from the great Symbolists like Rimbaud and Desbordes-Valmore and Russian Futurists like Kruchenykh and Mayakovsky and fused them into one incredibly coherent force. His peripatetic artistic career finally reached its apotheosis with "Our noses are broke," as profound a piece of verse as you'll find in the 21st century:
"Our noses are broke
like birds chirp in the wind.
Fall
down
waterfall
to the trees.
The clouds in the sky are like
empty promises,
broken.
Torrents.
Trust in no one.
Fear everyone.
Where strange beliefs
are just systems
of a downfall."
Watching his career evolve was incredible. His early period work was doggerel, like this.
"Kings and peasants we unite!
As I make trite
of my poetry."
But then in his Romanticist period, he showed a glimmer of promise. Example being "The tree's death":
"The tree's death
is like those
of the dying souls
that fall from the planet."
Then he finally entered his Syncretic period where he took inspiration from the great Symbolists like Rimbaud and Desbordes-Valmore and Russian Futurists like Kruchenykh and Mayakovsky and fused them into one incredibly coherent force. His peripatetic artistic career finally reached its apotheosis with "Our noses are broke," as profound a piece of verse as you'll find in the 21st century:
"Our noses are broke
like birds chirp in the wind.
Fall
down
waterfall
to the trees.
The clouds in the sky are like
empty promises,
broken.
Torrents.
Trust in no one.
Fear everyone.
Where strange beliefs
are just systems
of a downfall."