Gregor Cuzak

on marketing, business and philosophy

April 2, 2012
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Empty shows

Ringing poets throught the storm, is there a pigeon rightly grown? Blabbing, throbbing, flaffling, trone, will you commit yourself to norm? The form is but a content’s truce, allowing fulls and kings the rule, the middle average fights abuse, of … Continue reading

March 20, 2012
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Empty walls of happiness

Empty walls of happiness, bring me all the clout, find me raven’s cloud, bring me peace from the above. Rainbow children listen deep, riding unisonly on them sons, sons of goats of lively shame, unicorns do lough in dreams. Heaven … Continue reading

March 16, 2012
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Eschatum

wondring round the closeth blanks with jibing rants and howling mud trespassing freaks removing bliss jolting clicking rigging rising twitting dwindling kindling mingling hanging ranting chanting mounting bloating goating jazz rules untrue unworthy blues seclude your shoes in private’s cruise … Continue reading

March 15, 2012
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Tops

Spin spin spin, spin it round, spin it round ‘n round! Whirl it swirl, girlish hurl, whirl you furl. Jag jag jag, rhymin’ swag, huggin’ shaq. Roll it roll, fold un fold, strolling bowl. Top it top, Topping flop, flippin’ … Continue reading

March 8, 2012
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Tell me heaven

You are my star, you are my sun, my moon, my dream, my prayer’s heart. Your Earth is here, where home to live is ours to choose, a wondrous lear. Oh one, just one, you are for real, for sinners’ … Continue reading

February 26, 2012
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Chances

They rise. They fall. They shine. They glow. We trick. We kick. We lick. We stick. Hand jerks. Mouth sucks. Dick fucks. Ass farts. One dies. Two kill. Three drown. Four burn. And flowers. Or butterflies. With stars. On grass. … Continue reading

February 22, 2012
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Movers

Hey, trip ahoy, ahoy, work must be done, done, done, done, dong, brain does things wrong. What lays in ya’ soul, bowl, bowl, bowl, stroll, what scares all the hopes, ropes, ropes, ropes. Bang rush party base, wipe smiles fro’ … Continue reading

February 16, 2012
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Stations of love

Uploaded to stations, the stations of love, your soul is enticing, enticing with glow. You see there is heaven, you know there is hell, abiding your nuisance, avoding trash, swell. What I seek is a moment, you want to keep … Continue reading

February 7, 2012
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Urge

Urge to smirdge above the merge? Grow moustache behold the rush. Yo Canada, yo raw, to ski the oil above you’ soil. Cheer chicken straw bruise brunswick fowl. Gallen gallen ‘ hold, your heart begeth a mold. Sold. Gold. Fold. … Continue reading

January 27, 2012
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Flat and flattered

Flatter is yon earth below, flattered is your beard above, flat is just a word and so, fluffy birds come come you know. No more will you cry cry cry, for you deserve to lie in smiles, in cycles turning … Continue reading