Aaron Burr's Blog.
Fighting common sense, one expletive at a time!
Greetings. The name is Aaron Burr, and as you can probably see, this is my blog.
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- A. Burr
PS: sometimes ij get drunk a little biot
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→ 22 Apr 12 at 3 pm
→ 22 Apr 12 at 3 pm
I promised I would draw it.
A legit pillow fight is about to go down.
(Source: francesca-langer)
To A Creole Lady
In a scented land, caressed by the sun, under a canopy of crimson trees and palms that pour down indolence as you lift your eyes, I know a Creole lady of unregarded charms.
Her color pale and warm, the brown enchantress holds her neck as do aristocrats; tall and slim, she moves like a huntress, tranquil smile and eyes bold.
If you were to travel, Madame, to the land of authentic glory, to the banks of the Seine or the verdant Loire—your beauty worthy of old noble houses—
you would inspire, in shady sheltered retreats, a thousand sonnets from the hearts of poets more subject than your blacks to your great eyes.
Duel
“Two warriors have hurled themselves at each other, the air around them chock with blood and sparks from their weapons. These games, these clashes of steel, are the din of youth’s howl at being born.
The blades are broken! like our youth, my dear. But teeth and sharp nails soon avenge the rapier and the treacherous dagger.—O fury of ripe hearts cankered by love!
Our heroes, locked in spiteful embrace, have rolled down into the gully frequented by leopard and lynx, and their flesh will cause dry thorns to blossom.
—This abyss is hell, peopled by our friends! Without remorse, let us roll down there, inhumane Amazon, to make the fervor of our hate immortal.”
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-read this poem on the bus
-weep openly
