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My pretension knows no bounds

by Miranda Bastard | 04/03/2007 | in poetry | pretentious | self-promotion | writing | zines

So, I'm kind of a pretentious git and have created a myspace to promote my various projects. It doesn't have a whole lot of stuff on there yet, but more things will be continually added. At this point there are a couple of event announcements, recordings of me reading poems, many pictures, and an adorable illustration (not mine) of a cat with a tampon.

If you're interested:

http://www.myspace.com/mirandabastardpoetry

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If any of you bastards are from Tucson

by Miranda Bastard | 02/08/2007 | in cunts | local shows | open mics | poetry | Tucson | vagina

You should go to this:

I'll be clumsily hosting the thing.

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my got poetry slam

by steve | 01/25/2007 | in poetry

Well, I'm participating in an online poetry slam, and if you want to vote for my poem or my opponent's poem, just follow this link: steve's poetry slam.

My poem is on the bottom left corner, and titled "Scribbling Scribe".

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Many Words

by bgkarma | 11/27/2006 | in poetry

The Wire
is the best
fucking show

B-more
ya just
don't know

anyway
note

notes

get
ya goats

ever listen
to
The Goats?

yeah, Philly

I was up there
for a bit
my first temple
like
My First Sony

it was
a drill bit
to my
temple

they put me
in the
mental

now I'm
back
out

emotional
scars

yards
long

sing
sing
song

as the
day
is

long

gone

wrong

gong

smoke from
bong
in
the
air

don't
tell ya
mom

pop pop

pom

pom

cheerleader
leads
the

song

caught
making
out
with the
other cheerleader

good

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What The Hell Was That?

by bgkarma | 11/27/2006 | in poetry

Subject: What The Hell Was That?
Date: 11/7/06 2:33:00 PM PM

attractive in nature, stare and gawk
prisoned imagination
gut wrenched
and then
all is silent
as all get out

in a fight
the pair of spectacles
were broken

correct me at
the facility
and get your
cigarettes from
the vending machine

late afternoon
hands are chopped
half way
to the bone
till
the right
words come

she is in
a painting
in your mind
on the wall
you wanna
take her down
and cleanse
the stain

surprise attacks
keep coming

eyes
on the prize
at the carnival
tight lipped
secret keeper

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