Hi William Nippress!! SF has been
making everyone here look bad, so
think we should contact the web
administrator...let me know

sf just gave himself up
what a homo

sf is a dickhead

The problem of grass
is that it keeps on growing.
Support lawnmowers

A constant is not
ever a constant if it

Separators of
Elements, molecular
diverse vibrations

The small humble cup
To keep what

Those wishing to fly
The mind understands problem
Must first grow some wings

Whizzing by death in
the fast lane he sees life but
outside life

I try to let go,
but fail miserably
please don't let this end.

I will always be
a slave to the schedule
that I'm forced to keep.

for all my homies,
my cuddies keepin it real,
Shake them hatas off

what's rosie's power?
she is not fucking stupid,
like one little shit.

have been on google
can't find what i'm looking for
that pisses me off.

haven't been around
but where the hell are you frank?
driving in your car???

hey there is no need
to be hating on rosie
rob and pete agree

looks like you have fans
rosie what is your power?
cause i'm not real sure.

i'm pretty stoked
this weekend is gonna rock
party with my friends.

AIN'T I CUTE HAAHAAAA

DADDY SAYS I'VE ALL THE
MAKINGS OF A GRAND WIZARD.
BUT I NEED TO LYNCH MY FIRST
NEGRO BEFORE I MAKE IT IN THE
BIG TIME.HAAAHAAA

BLACK PEOPLE LOOK LIKE DUNG.
CAN'T GOD WIPE HIS ASS
PROPERLY AND WIPE THESE
DINGLEBERRIES FROM THE EARTH?

YOU SEE THE ART OF FORGERY
IS TO TRY AND MAKE YOUR
VICTIM SOUND MORE INTERESTING
THAN HE ACTUALLY IS. THEREBY
THE REAL HAIKU WILL NEVER LIVE
UP TO THE FAKE ONES. I POOP
ON YOU.HAAAAHAAAA

HAHAAAA, I MADE IT SO HE
CAN'T EVEN USE HIS REAL NAME
ANYMORE WITHOUT SOUNDING
LIKE A FOOL. NOW THIS IS HOW
YOU FORGE YOUNG GRASSHOPPER.

YES, HE IS GAWD. I MAKE LOVE TO HIM IN MY DREAMS WHEN I'M
DONE PLEASURING MY STEPDADDY

DID I MENTION MY LORD OF THE
RINGS LUNCH PALE? FOR REAL
THIS SHIT'S GONNA BE WORTH
MILLIONS SOME DAY. DUNGEON
MASTER REPRESENTIN

DAMN I FORGE HAIKUS JUST
ABOUT AS WELL AS PLAYING
CABARET IN FRONT OF MY
DADDY'S FRIENDS.

BOY SCOUT IN DA HOUSE, YOU
THOUGHT YOU WAS RID A ME
BUT I'M BACK EATIN SMORES AND
SPORTIN MERIT BADGES, WORD.

crabs and lobsters
staring in my bedroom window
haunting my sleep
pooping in william nippresses
house, sexually frustrated looks
on, wondering what is up...

I AM GAWWWWWD!

I AM GAWWWWWWWWD!

three quarters of life
wasted on sleep and hygiene
we live off the scraps

Not in my stomach
My menscycle has crashed
All its wheels fell off

we clip our toe nails
bathe with regularity
to hold back the beast

too bad I can't spell,
but on a day like today,
it is expected.

knot in my stomache,
damn women's menstral cycle,
gets the best of me.

Drawing attention
Demanding thumb goes straight up
Cars whiz by my spot

Clouds over my head,
so gloomy here in Waco,
wait, no...it's just me.

you lack concreteness
dancing in your abstraction
trod the earth my friend

read thousands of books
nobody has the answers
but me and my bong

Words to make colours
Lines to make up a portrait
Haiku the story

a balmy spring day
the bums feel no need to beg
get drunk off the air

With lifetimes study
Must ask if lessons I

life is good
life is life
life has no meaning

i mute the tv
create my own dialogue
it's a lot more fun

no more war coverage
so i guess i'll watch some Friends
and beat my children

nipples, everywhere
make me happy all day long
I must get some sleep

reality shows
the networks are banking on
your stupidity

cletus joined a gang
got tattoo saying "Farm Life"
on his abdomen

the nation needs me
my fat keister is what drives
the economy

i am so wasteful
buying more than i require
capitalism