Should I buy CDs?
Or try Forbidden Planet?
I hate decisions.
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
A sound, a whisper
Two gossamer threads entwine
Then forever part
by LR Whister
Why all the swearing?
It''s neither big nor clever
Only tedious
by Lynda Le Plant of Ficus Robustus
Fuck you! My head hurt!
Fuck you! My head hurt real bad!
Fuck you! How is that!?
by Tony's Grandpa
Hey Pop''s that''s not 5!
Do you hear me? Look at it!
You''re out of bounds here!
by Kate
My fucking head hurts.
I will never drink again.
Do you hear me! NEVER!!!
by Tony's Grandpa
before solarfilm
stretched coloured tissue or silk
high on acetone
by ash
aerodynamic
check my lift coefficient
stroke my empennage
by ash
so I''m wondering
does the worm in tequila
hold special powers?
by Infinity
The guy at the desk
named Virgil came from out West
to teach us the ropes
by SHAGGYDOO
Strung out from the road
I type the brittle letters
Can you read my thoughts?
by SHAGGYDOO
Elvis left the house.
With the white knight and a phone.
What happened Friday?
by SHAGGYDOO
all i want to do
all i want to do is run
run from jellyman
by ricky rickshaw of arlington, usa
i watched cock theatre
a million dollar mirror
(massaging my tripe)
by kkk kate moss
will somebody please
get this man some help you know
he''s got no damn head
by Infinity
bang bang bang bang bang
bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
good ol'' u.s.a.
by ash
smaller and smaller
tinier and tinier
infinitesmal
by ash
On the Clubhouse steps
Ernie taught us life''s lesson,
.....that we ALL bleed RED.
by SHAGGYDOO
In notes Cristo sang,
"I''m going hungry yeah, yeah"
Get that man some food!
by SHAGGYDOO
With my monkey''s hand
I can conjure up the truth
Just the way I want
by SHAGGYDOO
LC played eighteen
ran home and washed the monkey
then ate some pork pie
by Tony's Grandpa
Billion dollar babe
took me to the promised land
in yesterday''s dream
by Tony's Grandpa
In your land you see
fat, monkey-faced women, eh?
You must be English!
by Tony's Grandpa
gooey sweet surprise
chocolate center when I
opened up his brain
by Infinity
back in my dark cube
a post-it note marked ''REVOLT!''
reach for the stapler
by Hollywood Abomidus
Smegma from Kansas
Is what orangey bits are
And you eat it. Eugh
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
Satan''s own urine:
Snapple''s main ingredient.
True
by read the label.
Poor misguided fool
Everyone knows that Snapple
Is God
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
I have an album.
''Let''s All Make Love in London'',
it''s called. Psychadelic.
by Scrunty Hardbody
Masturbationing
Isn
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
You talk out your arse;
Jaffa Cakes are flinky
- Better than Snapple.
by Scrunty Hardbody
I
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
Jaffa Cakes are vile
Spit out the orangey bit
Or you
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
Thugs abound round here
Fat, monkey-faced women, too.
Inbreeding is rife.
by Scrunty Hardbody
Ooh, mm, Jaffa Cakes
Ninety-one percent fat-free
and orangey, too
by Scrunty Hardbody
baked at the pet store
they drug test their employees
glad I just shop here
by Hollywood Fonzarelli
" " " "
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" " " " "
by Maybe you"re right
Licking stuff is fun
Especially when it
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
The apostrophe
Is such a hard thing to use
For Americans
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
Pass the red pesto
The purple mastodon said
And so I passed it
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
You could press people
If you had a twisted mind
and a big fat book
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
Your daughter''s that smart?
Quote her teacher again, please
I''ll kill your daughter
by Eddie Futch
The boredom trickles
Down my personality
Like wee down a leg
by Kenneth Extension of Yuggoth
Morning coffee, eh?
It''s gonna be hot you say?
Got the low-wall blues
by Eddie Futch
Got the low-wall blues
Shut your mouth or I''ll kill you
Got the low-wall blues
by Eddie Futch
I know scary stuff
N Sync molests little boys
and then strangles them
by Infinity
butt fuck butt fuck butt
you are such a total slut
the new star wars sucks
by Anonymous Poet of fuck you
overheard order
I need a cinnamon bun
no you don''t lady
by Hollywood Worker Bee
my oral surgeon
says ''synthetic narcotic''
he shoots, he scores! yes!
by Anonymous Poet
giant transistor
checks his papers, lets him through
lucky electron!
by Hollywood Fuckenheimer
