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I just want to be a poet! WONʼT THEY LEAVE ME ALONE!??!
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The director is giving me special attention. Iʼm a special kid. Special as in unique and sharp, not retarded.
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At a Jesuit retreat. Total yawn. If I hear about Hellʼs infinitely widening mouth or eternal grains of sand again Iʼm gonna eat a gun.
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So hard. Trying to combat religious influences. Struggling profoundly. Seems this duality will torment me. Forever.
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Iʼm in college. Cool. But I live at home with mom. That doesnʼt make me a tool, does it?
Nah, Iʼm totally cool. Look, Iʼve got this cool tweed hat. Yeah, Iʼm cool. Totally.
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All grown men still get bathed by their mothers, right? Come on. What am I supposed to do about those hard-to-reach places?
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INSPIRATION! Time to write a poem. Have to go to school. Physics requirement completely killing me.
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Iʼm on a walk with my friends. Goddamn, this walk is so long, its like, two chapters long.
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I see a woman I have known for a while. Iʼm in love.
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Poetry fills each corner of crafted consequence buried deeply in memory and deeply buried in gentle life with each thought lent to eternity.
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Iʼm glad this whole narrative thing is coming so naturally, and didnʼt take a decade of work and drink and poverty.
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Writing is pretty awesome, isnʼt it? Plus chicks dig writers. And Iʼm a writer. Yeah.
The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
@West-Egg
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Got the new place today - kind of small, but great view! Not that Iʼm judging anything . . .
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Visiting Daisy and her douchebag husband. Theyʼre happy but her superficiality and his stubbornness are all that is wrong with rich America.
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Tom is totally having an affair and EVERYBODY knows it. Open your eyes bitch . . .
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Some dude is standing on the bay with his arms up looking at a symbolic light. The Midwest didnʼt have so many metaphors! What a CREEP!
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NEVER MIND! THIS GUY KNOWS HOW TO PAAARRRR-TTTTYYYY!! Quick: Gatsbyʼs house!!! Txt for directions!
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Sorry I havenʼt updated more; between my lady friend and the G-Money, I hardly have time! Did you know he got a medal from little Montenegro?
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BFF Gatsby and I going to town today - should be fun! Wants me to meet his friends . . .
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The World Series is fixed. Every year. Donʼt money and power come honestly in this country???
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Gatsby wants to meet Daisy. Weird. Oh well - no reason more friends canʼt kick it.
Oh shit. This is a lot heavier than I expected. Why do these people keep sleeping with everyone? Keep it simple - thatʼs what I say!
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Going downtown for the day - it is so hot out!!
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Everyone is yelling and fighting, itʼs very confusing. And it is hot! I feel like I have nothing to do with any of this!!!
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Two bad drivers met. :O
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Gatsby is so emo. Who cries about his girlfriend while eating breakfast . . . IN THE POOL?
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For that matter, who gets shot in the pool? Gatsby and the American Dream are dead.
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Iʼll be back in the Midwest next week - New York is nothing but one giant display of the sad and cyclical nature of the past!!
The Iliad
by Homer
@RageAgainstTheAchaean
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Pissed. I am so, so very pissed.
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First I have to go to this beach. Then I have to kill all these dudes. And NOW - now! This prick stole my biscuit. Who does that?
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Canʼt resolve this problem on my own - calling Mom!
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Watchinʼ all my dudes dyinʼ without my help. LOL.
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Mom unable to resolve problem for me with the big fish.
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WHY DOES NOBODY UNDERSTAND ME????? Only Patroclus, my . . . cousin, understands me!
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Sittinʼ on the beach playing sad songs. Oh, my tortured soul. ʻJust sittinʼ on the beach of the Aegean, wastinʼ tiiimmmmeeee . . .ʼ
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Hey, just noticed thereʼs a million crows flying over me.
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I AM SO ANGRY.
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Odysseus and Phoenix came to talk sense into me. Had a tantrum. Phoenix, isnʼt that a cool name? I wouldnʼt fuck with a guy named Phoenix.
Still wonʼt fight. Iʼll show them! The Gods wonʼt even LET THEM win until I fight! One day weʼre going to look back on this and laugh.
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Wait, whereʼd my armor go?
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PATROCLUS!!!!! This is BULLSHIT, my . . . cousin is dead and I am SO ANGRY. I JUST FEEL LIKE DESECRATING A TEMPLE.
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Brb, need to go wrestle a river god.
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Watch Hector run. Going around the walls of Troy, what a tool. Doesnʼt anybody believe in prophecies nowadays??
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PWNT. Dragginʼ Hectorʼs corpse around the city. TOTALLY AWESOME!
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Took the body back to camp - not decaying. His old man wants it back - canʼt decide whether to give it up. Can I phone a friend???
Hamlet
by William Shakespeare
@OedipusGothplex
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My royal father gone and nobody seems to care.
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Mom says to stop wearing black.
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STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME. I wonʼt conform! I wish my skin would just . . . melt.
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Iʼm too sad to notice that Opheliaʼs so sexy and fine. And mother also looks rather fair despite all her struggles.
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AN APPARITION! This shit just got HEAVY. Apparently people donʼt accidentally fall on bottles of poison.
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Why is Claudius telling me what to do again? YOUʼRE NOT MY REAL DAD! In fact you killed my real dad. :(
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2bornt2b? Can one tweet beyond the mortal coil?
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I wrote a play. I hope everyone comes tonight! 7pm! Tickets are free w/ great sense of irony.
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Uncle just confessed to Dadʼs murder.
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I had a knife to that fat asshole but bitched out. Now heʼs alive and still taking to bed with that beautiful woâ. . . er, my mother.
Gonna try to talk some sense into Mom because boyfriend totally killed Dad. I sense this is the moment of truth, the moment of candor and -
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WTF IS POLONIUS DOING BEHIND THE CURTAIN???
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I just killed my girlfriendʼs dad. Does this mean I canʼt hit that?
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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are here, up to their shenanigans. YAWN.
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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. Anyone miss them? Didnʼt think so.
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The gravediggerʼs comic speech isnʼt funny at all. Itʼs heavy and meaningful. I am so borrredddd.
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Ophelia just pulled a Virginia Woolf. Funeral is on the way.
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Laertes is unhappy that I killed his father and sister. What a drama queen! Oh well, fight this evening.
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Anybody want a drink? Uh-oh. That went poorly.
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@PeopleofDenmark: Donʼt worry. Fortinbras will take care of thee. Peace.
The Overcoat
by Nikolai Gogol
@StaticBureaucracy
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Does anyone ever notice how it doesnʼt matter where you work; what matters is that itʼs crap?
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I donʼt get paid enough. Nobody pays attention to me. And today was my birthday. Anybody even following my tweets?
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Ach! Nobody told me St Petersburg was so cold. Good thing I have this trusty old coat.
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I look like a homeless man in my coat. Arenʼt triple rehemmed lapels and molding leather tails cool anymore? Seriously.
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This morning I walked out on/bumped into someone on/ got food on/entered a store on/made incessant references to Nevsky Prospect.
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Alas, itʼs time for a new coat. Iʼm so static and terribly afraid of change, this could unwind my whole world!!
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Saving for the coat will be a soul-crushing experience. Iʼm not allowed to eat 5/7 days.
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Finally got my new threads today. Took it to work, I look Superfly. Iʼm not a gnat on a wall anymore, Iʼm Akaky ʻBig Pimpinʼʼ Akakyevitch.
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Seriously, check out pics on my Flickr. This coat is so money, it doesnʼt even know how money it is.
Going to a party, canʼt wait to walk in all stately and proper with my new overcoat.
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HOLY SHIT LET GO OF MY COAT!!!
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Iʼm dead and everyoneʼs forgotten me, even those who have my coat. Itʼs as though I never lived at all.
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Iʼm a ghost. Will take my revenge and try to find my coat. Terrorize da po-po. They ainʼt got nothinʼ on me. Now where is my goddamn coat?
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Secret Ops. Hit up the old mansion in an hour if anyone wants to help me rob this rich dude.
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SUCCESS! Got his coat! Look at his face, heʼs totally shitting himself. LOL, Pwnd.
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I feel so detached from my old self, as though Iʼm just a fraction of who I used to be.
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I suppose I have what I want now, itʼs time to rest. If anyone sees my coat, tweet it.
The Old Man and the Sea
by Ernest Hemingway
@I_swear_I_donʼt_have_a_gun
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Forty days since I have caught a fish. And . . .
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The boy brings me the paper. We talk about baseball. I <3 DiMaggio.
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I am a strange old man. Perhaps I will grow a beard.
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I may have caught the big one.
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It is pulling hard. The coast is far away. May be home late.
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Still being pulled.
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Still being pulled!
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H.rd to ʼet a sig--l out here. Dead zone. Dd t_is get thru?
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The fish is a noble fish but I believe I have got him.
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I have caught the fish, and he is grand
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And I am bringing him back. Wait until you see this
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And he is too big for the boat so I will have to pull him
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and they are eating the fish
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and I have returned to Cuba and I have nothing to show
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and the struggle has been valiant but I am unchanged (except this beard I have grown)
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Hmm. Perhaps this is a metaphor, perhaps this is life.
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Perhaps I should kill myself one day.
The Inferno
by Dante Alighieri
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Iʼm having a midlife crisis. Lost in the woods. Should have brought my iPhone.
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Iʼm being attacked by three theoretical beasts! I donʼt think Iʼm in Italy any more!
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Virgil found me. Iʼm not alone!
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Wait. Virgil long dead. Hold on. Virgil sent by Beatrice. This is not Italy for sure.
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Today, my lifelong idol says the only way to safety is to take a long, introspective journey through hell. FML.
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Kicking it with Homer, Ovid, and Horace. Supergroup? World tour?
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Big red demon wrapping his cock around himself. What the hell?
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All of my Italian political enemies burning up down here. Called it!
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A girl told me sex forgives no sexiness from the sexy. If anyone understands women, do tell.
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I love Beatrice, but goddamn, after a talking tree, a tear-jerking encounter, and a mutant-dog, the lovinʼ better be worth it.
So this is embarrassing, but I started crying and Virgil smacked me and called me a big bitch. Grown men also cry, guys.
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Met a guy who ate all his children and actually feels bad for HIMSELF. Creeped me out. Couldnʼt wait to say, ʻPeace brotha, gotta splitʼ.
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Iʼm traveling toward Satan on the cold cracking trunks of ice. Frozen tears from crying eyes, no lies.