In 1799, 1800 and 1801 widespread rioting broke out throughout England. Most of these were food riots, provoked by scarcity and soaring prices during…
All this week in London consumer history, 1800: Bread rioters force the City’s Corn Exchange to close
bourbon
bourbon is made
bourbon is great for sipping
bourbon is not
bourbon is a family
bourbon is aged for 8 years
in new charred oak barrels
which is
lying to me
giving me eyes that see different
bourbon is a cross between an
autumn damask and a china rose
like you
eaten up by my madness
bottle madness
bourbon is velvet
cloaking the truth
despite all efforts
those eight years had gone
baton
baton is the tool
baton is probably the best one you get
baton is conducive for cabaret shows
baton is carried around
baton is rolled back and forth on arms
baton is great to defend yourself
baton is great for use in all
bondage and discipline situations
and comes as
baton is available in 16″
baton is best for crowd control situations
caligula would be proud
orgy proportions of a spanking latex riot
baton is combat
loss of control the eroticism
lost to a carnival mind
baton is in the hand it can twirl
baton is a sport that never really ends for me
camus you gave us him
caligula in his glory
no it is a counterpoison
antidote feeling beyond the math
baton is a non
pepper spray
pepper spray is often carried in the backcountry by biologists
pepper spray is on the agenda for today
pepper spray is safe
pepper spray is not a bear
pepper spray is made in the USA and factory fresh
pepper spray is a 1/2 ounce canister that is cased by stylish
plastic spongebob graphics
krusty krab innocence
of spatula mayhem
the enemy plankton
pepper spray is used on psychiatric patients
pepper spray is not for sale in Hawaii
so it cannot belong in
a pineapple under the sea
pepper spray is hot
at the burning griddle
plankton’s kind collected
searing their flesh
shaping and forming it to be
something edible
pepper spray is not a bear
as they cannot be found in our blue oceans
where our nation innocence
is a star in an armchair
if rambo sewed curtains
instead of his arm
what strength would he
place in the cotton,
resilience to tugs and pressure
from a climbing cat
or a child wishing
to see snow from a
winters window,
it need not be war
it need not be pain,
sometimes curtains close
out the things we wish
not to see,
but does rambo need
to sew them every time
Rambo
seek her in her grassy tomb
flesh fleece and evening star,
murmurs rise from escaped soul
mouth a shrine to heavens kiss,
text on stone chiseled deep
scythe a scalpel to those around,
to a vow made on cradle key
in binding earth no more a sleep
a million flakes of tempted tremors,
noonday heat rises with the sun,
rise up on quivering breeze
her broken tongue is healing
love a radiant throng
the sick longing eye and dropping of
gossamer veil,
chants names of those exposed
beyond wither,
whole flesh again
i wish back that angry fist
spirits breathe in sensual undulate
on pages of book no longer departed
i have said my piece up to space,
enameled hand paints gallery in the cave
images as she had been growing wild
reaching out,
some say i am a crook
a felon
a murderer
an abuser
LA has no cheap glories for them to remember
i am hunted,
drone circling over head,
zeal of vocal chords will not be heard
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