how to live in a
world where someone can print in
theory chicken mcnuggets

sorry I'm in shock, the idea someone can print food using a 3d printer is sci fi now

The captcha is now
fbalin 642.
WTF is that?!

Radioactive
snuffalupagus penis.
Big bird's ass glows red.

A thousand children
armed with knives, swords, and tear gas
vs. Mike Tyson.

Charles Manson, Timothy McVeigh, Michael Jackson, Bill Clinton, Pee Wee Herman, Mother Theresa, and you.

This is better than
filling out all my tax forms.
Fuck the IRS!

some things won't let go
a haiku dingleberry
is zabadooey

:)

and even the porn troop
guy ought try some other site
maybe there are gay

stormtrooper websites?
I don't dare look, I'm still um
processing something

How utterly quaint!
A lovely statement of rights.
Simply wonderful!

this day is complete
vhs got all wistful
my heart is engorged

if the printed word
goes under then will there still
be places to sit, read?

took the bait, chat troll
lined, swallowed, hooked the anger you've
it's all about me

one prof asked the class
"stuff? what is...stuff???" and stuff seems
stuffing, undefined

(as well)

let's keep adding to
this cornucopia of
stuff, monkeys typing

so it's a real cut
up situation room here
and I'll add my own

"There's too much haiku.
These people just need to stop."
Said no one ever.

Must be a record
To have had a bloody troll
For almost 10 years.

The joy I receive
From reading all this damned verse
Is worth all the cost.

Has it been that long?
The hosting fees of Janis
Must be substantial

We're bringin' it back
Making the five-seven-five
In a new decade

I could blame my own
genetics, but irish and
temper, cross to bear

brain waves ascatter
two heads upon a platter
how shall I decide?

these captcha visions
are better than Burroughs' clips
inert poetry

I herein declare
thank Janis for your archives
these bytes don't crumple

gin saturation
tissues expelling toxins
within molecules

ahoy ye matees
I abandonded ship for shore
yet missed the tumult

Ash with a chainsaw
Evil Dead in two-ish weeks
Man date with my bros

it's a tradition with
the gay stormtroopers comments
I should say I know

Nippress and Ash
Gay Sex
All day long

Bob should be joinin'
Soon enough he'll be coinin'
A five-seven-five

all work and no play
almost make me a dull boy
and then Grimes reminds

Haikuin' again
Rekindling this romance
Just what I needed...

heh heh heh heh heh
oh shit, no comment sometimes
you just gotta hear it

Nuclear-powered masturbatory reflexivity elongation enhancement.
Get it now while supplies last.
Satisfy your wife and 6 mistresses tonight with your glow-in-the-dark swollen spongy tissue.
Thank you Wal-mart.

too many goodbyes
too many goodbyes, to folks
the words always hurt

mouse ears. beach movies.
america's girl next door.
you'll be missed Annette.

thank you Margaret
for your service to the world.
goodbye iron gal.

you see that wave that
is the icon of this site
the wave keeps going...

david rushkoff said
the reason soap operas
do badly is the now

generation lost
the sense of narrative, I
say, "The Real World" then

and so the world turns
the ending of dark ages
a new day dawning

your angry wit is
a dose of medicine to
a world gone dormant

that is what I want
to see, this place to keep the
tradition alive

the wit of the net
as it once was, not this thing
sanitized, made flat

I'm so serious
Someone is sitting somewhere
and this is their job.

So that ViaSPAMgra
Pretty sure it's not a bot
Mechanical Turk?

You know what I love
About this old old damned site?
Just its existence.

not just at easter
in one form or another
we all bear our cross

well at least old me
hasn't lost the art of that
beloved trick the typo

I liked the idea
people had memories but
now social chagers

want to change the one
great meaning what it means to
be "human" dear grace

well as long as I'm
here irritating people like
I've done for years then

maybe the insult
meter can keep the natives
finding new ideas

my inspiration
has become less vigorous
on many levels

but must the story
end, the narrative die and
the words stop coming

this place is dead

just like kerouac
said to bill lush, you can't quit
the shakespeare squad man