I'm so gullible
I would swallow anything
and I'm not kidding

he leveled the gun

take it lying down
just a spoonful of sugar
helps la la go down

a sweet little song
mary poppins nuns alps god
must break the habit

Need positive spin?
Blood is sweeter than water.
Guess we all must cope.

so i'm still legless
you may say something's afoot
i won't stand for it

let me console ash
I would do a better job
even blindfolded

getting down to it
comes naturally to mellie
I don't itch either

(line 21084 is mine, why did it become
Anonymous Poet???)

i was consoling ash for pete's sake

............just fuck off me k

......that's uncalled for k
it meant that the fading pain
.......is merely fleeting

(try to understand first, ok?)

......that's uncalled for k
it meant that the fading pain
.......is merely fleeting

(try to understand first, ok?)

......that's uncalled for k
it meant that the fading pain
.......is merely fleeting

(try to understand first, ok?)

this ain't ronin it's
some other asshole (like mox)
moxie killed ronin

and assumed his identity

....evanescent pain
as fugacious as moxie's
...granger philosophy

send me mail mellie
and i'll hotmail a return
dull convalescence

ain't got no gangrene
just vasodilatation
as i slowly heal

i'm euglycaemic
diabetes does that stuff
but i'm just clumsy

WHAT NON-INSULIN DEPENDENT
...........DIABETES DOES

..............retinopathy,
renal failure, hemorrhagic stroke
......and ash's gangrene FOOT

..........(plus heart attacks)

..."Clue? What clue is that?!"
He scolded himself, "I've been
......digging without clues!"

(as he feels the contours of his
Colt .45 Mark IV Series tucked
.........in his obese waist)

Silently she walked
"THIS MAN IS DEAD, NOW HE LIVES!"
That con of a man...

Collecting photos
documents and stuff
she will expose him

the toad is croaking
wishing the owl

So, Moxie when is
the Chrucificion? A.M.
sounds so much better.

i've been on this site
since BM--bowel movement?
no--Before Moxie.

If not lushly green
most southern grass is brown thatch
does it itch you much?

my epilogue now
steamy hot green grass new O
a feeling down south

I'm pro log cabins
hiding in the wilderness
apalacian way

taking lots of pics
stopping jotting posting stuff
nothing could be finer

chatanooga choo choo way
reaching the crossroads cruising
straight down the middle

well, how much per foot
is each word we cut to shape
our haiku houses?

excess syllables
a thousand words per picture
as my foot would note

.....moshi moshi

(an alliteration, AP)

yeah post it like k
if you can figure it out
if not, it's magic....................

take a picture ash
and post it like k does, with
haiku as footnote

my bones are undead
skinny leg with zombie foot
swollen beetroot toes

ronin you are deeply creepy

http://www.babyphotoretouch.com/

we are in a pulsing
wave of cocoons, wrapped up
awaiting re-birth, untold millions

we walk on the dead
corpse powder a component
of the very earth...

something oddly alien
comes to her an wraps her
in a silky cocoon

to await transformation
with others in a vast
chamber of rebirth

her mouth open now
drool glistening lips moist
sharp intakes of breath

hand brushes nipples
slides down her smooth belly now
grandma has a cock

more like a cocoon
becoming human for the
first time, hypocritical

the nature of the race
is to see things through a glass
darkly, and not clearly

he couldn

yeah, fuck you too Anonymous Poet

...."you okay," said scott
as he caressed her breasts
......nipples taut and wet

...meantime, worlds apart
a harried mox digs a grave
......looking for etchings

..(your move indy, mines:
...............Ne8)

She started planning
Every move would be perfect
A pained sigh escaped

One hundred million?
So many people were dead
All dead for money

She tried to picture
Who was that on the picture?
How many were dead?

a row of tombstones +++
engraved by a psychopath
yields a dark secret

fuck off to me too

fuck off organic matter

fuck off humans