Son's first word was Fuck.
Wonder where the little shit
picked up that language?
by frenchy
understanding life
gum on the sidewalk, try to
salvage the good stuff
by basho-maticus of none
be quick on the keys
at any time someone could
walk by and catch you
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
I love feminists!
those bitches are very skilled
at giving knobjobs
by evil twin of down under
test we had today
about proteins. not a lot
of fun... bah, bio
by Guy MOntag
stimpack! stimpack! fall
back! attack! and hast thou slain
the zergish horde? yay
by Guy M0ntag
sigh so bored. hydras
and marines move so slowly
on this crappy comp
by _Guy Montag
fried green tomatoes
just spray on butter, and throw
them in the oven, yum!
by Guy Montag_
im bored bored bored bored
nothing to do today or
the next... no school
by Guy_Montag
rendering beef fat
watching protien shrink in size
God bless spatula
by oldnasty
Friday the Thirteenth.
Luckiest day to be born.
Send Sheena Mothballs!
by frenchy
Swallowing me whole
Watery vision distorts
I can not escape
by Kackarott
Shooting boy-butter
is almost automatic
with suction applied.
by frenchy
Boy, I love Guinness!
Dark beer, nectar from the Gods!
Wish I had some now.
by frenchy
Kimberly, you make
an excellent point about
toplessness. More boobs!
by frenchy
My mechanic said
to change turn signal fluid.
What brand should I try?
by frenchy
Kindly omit the
word "mean" from my last haiku.
...meant to delete it.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Ignorance:
This word is worse than
that word. Nevermind that they mean
express the same thing.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Women's magazines--
How to submit and conform
to ideals of men.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
flutter, flutter, flutt,
flutter, flutter, flutter, flutt;
nibble nibble nibb
by The Moths
The shirt, the veil, they
are the same: a limit to
make men feel stronger.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Why are men allowed
to be publicly topless,
while women are not?
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
If I want to die,
that is my right. I had no
choice in being born.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Integrity of
self, or living inside the
law? How can I choose?
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Ash, only forty two?
I have socks older than you.
From my great grandpa!
by frenchy
Try exorcism.
Moths are spawn of Hell itslef.
That should do the trick.
by frenchy
Sheena, moths are back?
Try using a flamethrower.
Wait. Don't. Moths like light.
by frenchy
nothing is finer
then entering vagina
from right behind her.
by frenchy
with regards to age
i am the meaning of life
or so some mice say
by ash
twenty first replay
since my twenty first bithday
i am so ancient
by ash
i feel like granny
all i need is rimless specs
and a hairy wart
by sheena
ash, i won't sing song
in nasal monotone whine-
but how old you now?
by sheena
Vingt-et-Un:
well if frenchy's right
tis all birthday bullpatties
no more birthdays? cool.
by sheena
oh, MOTHs.......like zombies
i crunch you but you return-
silver spike heels work?
by sheena
my birthday is soon
friday the thirteenth...really!
lucky, lucky me.
by sheena
happy birthday ash!
you too guy montag--fifteen?!
wow i feel so old
by sheena
The Nightmare:
maggots transmitting
telepathic images,
waiting for the feast.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
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
