i'm madly in love
with sweetest girl ever
wish she was here now...
by Guy Montag
Congrats, Ash. if you
are a sexy lady, call
me for birthday hug!
by guy_montag
a shaft of sunlight
held true by one cloud impales
a smoke and steel sky
by mount madonna mama
hand carved and hard worn
wooden bowl shines as sunlight
dances off it's brim
by mount madonna mama
Test test damned server
Put this haiku up for the
Whole world to ponder
by J of SM
and so i did it
after all those many years
another birthday
by ash
some minutes from now
how shall i become older
somewhat gracefully
by ash
no consequences
no reprisal, no recoil
no blame...only guilt
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
Hooray! I'm fifteen!
Things to do: get laid, get laid,
and, uh, er, get laid?
by Guy Montag
Birthdays are bullshit.
Completely ridiculous.
After twenty-one...
by frenchy
Grandpa passed away.
Peacefully in his sleep while
his passengers screamed.
by frenchy
big project, due in
a month. we get to read "The
Jungle" its nasty
by Guy_Montag
over-corrected
sideways peeing at urinal
stream hit side...backsplash!
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
damn consequences
sweet beguiling dacquiri
intoxicate me
by ash
food for thought, angel
food,devil's food,food fetishes
anorexia
by basho-matique of yes
peeling an onion
tears welling up in my eyes
food is beautiful
by ash
YOU CHOBO!! HAVE BAD
MANNER =( at least the moths care
about me... sniff sniff
by Guy Montag
you've got the wrong place
spring in the great southern land
naked hairless backs
by ash
Fuck the 'birthdays'you
cocksucker who gives a SHIT!!!!!
six billion ass holes!!!
by anonyMoose
guy 5000 moths
have said happy birthday
it's cool out! wear wool!
by The Moths
happy birthday guy
montag, do you own sweaters?
how old are sweaters?
by The Moths
October 8th, my
birthday. only 2 people
remembered... so sad
by Guy Montag
Zero, one, two, three, four,
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Eleven, twelve. Counting.
by Moussa
We are here human
that little movement in the
corner of your eye
by The Moths
Sheena, no more moths!
How exciting this must be!
Hate those fucking things.
by frenchy
the point being, if
a grizzly asks you to
have sex say no! no!
by anonyMoose
grizzlys do not
either-they have 'guard-hairs' that
become like needles
by anonyMoose
wolverines don't shave
their pudendums. something to
be considered, no?
by basho-matique of none
shaved pudenda
rule the internet so please
shave yours for me now
by pigdog
alias bridget
got far alright she made it
to the kitchen door
by mount madonna mama
i'll shave with pleasure
knowing my geology
will soon be explored
by mount madonna mama
should be shaving off
all of my culturally
extraneous hair
by mount madonna mama
sashay through the air
it's the last little wiggle
now asphalt embrace
by mount madonna mama
tortuous pathway
anticubital fossa
a.k.a. the ditch
by mount madonna mama
thanks, bud. "quit sucking
ass-hair". okay then, I guess
I'll go do that now....
by Guy Montag
even a dog gets
a warm place in the sun
what happened to us?????
by the north american
guy, life gets better
once you stop sucking ass-hair
move north a bit
by chile relleno
know a dog named
woody, they almost named
him five legs, poor dog
by chile relleno
Life is a journey
I don't know what I want, but
know I don't want this
by Guy Montag
Dogroll; cruel joke at
my expense. Small penis gags
too much to laugh at.
by Dogroll of yeah same again
Semen good source of
vitamins and minerals;
all girls should swallow
by Dogroll of ditto that one
C-H-I-L-E
two syllables or one? Hard
to know which is right
by Dogroll of same place
boil the beans, and then
drain the water and rinse, and
then, refry-->no gas!111
by chile relleno
Shall I compare thee
to a summers day? Lord no!
face needs paper bag
by Dogroll of Christchurch, NZ
Ate reheated fried
chilli beans; lordy lord pfft
what end this torment?
by Dogroll of Christchurch, NZ
this saucy alien
arriving with luggage too
my hooded penis
by balls
I think ash will be
ok if only he shaves
that back hair (floor mat?)
by anonyMoose
poor ash, fall has come
both in season and in life
time for reflection
by Irv Weinstein of Tronna
