Let's get Christmas-y!
Hark hear the bells and all that.
Come on VHS!

i can hear mister
george constanza right now in
my mind screaming out

loud "SERENITY NOW!!!!"
and we can add a few
more of those to that

as for you mister
pig, i am not meant to bear
your cross, or you mine

either bear your own, or
drop it off and leave it where
those sorts of things go

i was feeling real
hopeless enough to forget
those very words

John Three sixteen.
Don't ever forget these words.
And enter heaven.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

you can have a nice
literary career for a
tabloid press in england

df, i am sure

but i can't i just
won't shut up, i must add more
and more and more the

flow of words just can't
stop, like the id just had a
major orgasm

all right, i think i
need to try the silent thing
and leave this guy here

he's having way too
much fun riling me up and
enjoying the noise

i do not want to
go down the path you have made
for it seems a waste

god damn it, i don't
have an answer, it's times like
that I just want to

shut the fuck up and
let the voice that seems to get
my mind riled up just

speak to nothing, I
mean why do we come back to
folks who would be more

than happy to see me
in a box, dead, not caring
about life or death for

either he is dead
or he is a sociopath
a human hard on...

isn't the internet fucking wonderful

he seems to know the
buttons to push up and down
I was cured all right...

Jesus loves you all.
No matter how much you sin.
Believe and be saved!

The anger and rage
Simmers below the surface
Must control the beast

Prison's not so bad.
Exercise, three hots and cot.
And sex in showers.

Lots of time to read.
And meditate or yoga.
All paid for by you!

oh well, not my deal
not my problem, not my stick
not my time or place

I only write lies.
And that is the complete truth.
Really, I mean it!

I found a wallet.
It had one-fifty-two cash.
Chris Morris' loss.

I took out the cash.
And tossed wallet in gutter.
Don't want credit cards.

Stolen credit cards
are for crack-heads who want to
get thrown in prison.

Early Christmas gift.
So if you know Chris Morris,
tell him I said thanks.





































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































I bet VHS believes all that! Ha ha ha ha!!!
He's so silly!
Hey, VHS, when are you going to Western Union that money to me? I'm in dire need. I lost my wallet and I'm stuck in a train station in Europe. No, really!

Remove stick from ass.
Bury it way deep in hole.
Live your life, not mine.

then again maybe when
my inner volcano bursts
magma turns to words

just leave me alone
said the last haiku but when
the time comes when you

want a loved one if
you are CAPABLE of love
you will hunger well

and satan laughing spreads his wings but you've heard that chestnut too

and the jokes go on
but death row awaits us all
such is prison jokes...

the humor of the damned

as such the douchebag
libertarian of gen
x can go fuck it

self, what's the fucking
point of expressing feelings
to a generation

that was already
dead in the first place? zombies
hedonists and trolls

Probability.
Fornication, lies, deceit.
I need a receipt.

Entertained clients.
Tax deductible blow job.
Education fund.





































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































You have nothing better to do than scroll all the way down here then?

Remove stick from ass.
Bury it in a deep hole.
Live your life, not mine.

when my concerns are
so stagnant and I feel less
free to talk about...

well God damn and you
get more insight durned cynics
occams' razor to my

ego

nothing much to say
never stopped anyone else
and none less than me

I am flying to
England tomorrow, and so
Please just let me sleep

You're American

European boy
He came to America
To find his true dreams

A porridge of tears.
For Miss Muffet or The Bears.
It's a sad, sad lunch.

And they devour.
Poor fictional characters.
To entertain us.

Stucco in mens' rooms.
All for the ease of painting
over the boogers.

and i may add for
a price, trade me a pound of flesh
for such a cost

shylock no? or will you
give me your soul or birthright
for this world or a

bowl of porridge, now
consider the price before
you invest in 30 pieces...

and the same sorts of
posts go on on different boards
till one says take off

and decides the net
should never have been turned on
in the first place, but

the doors to hell are quite open

The nipples of life,
Oozing their filthy nectar.
And we lap it up.

rapt winter slumbers
whence incendiary dreams
tame the elements

alas and a twat
rest assured, I careth not
horrors by design

formatting atwist
what horrid gremlin is this?
my ill fingertips?

formidable mount
human cunning will surmount
a 'copter rental

You must Tame The River

Behold my mountains
That cascade before your ark
Witness labored life

I just realized among all the noise, no one read Robert's snow poem down there. Give it a read.

$1500 should do.

Exactly! You're a genius!
And we have a believer
That truth is on a

public poetry message board!

Oh, I'm in Europe and I lost my wallet and ID. I need you to Western Union me some money right away!

so we have a strong
believer in the law of
entropy, eat, drink

and fuck everything
you can because tomorrow
we may all die then?

so life has no real
meaning except to the one
living his own but

mine and others don't

To be Crystal Water

Blankets falling slow
Like soft music from the moon
To listeners low

The inevetible heat death of the universe makes all we do futile and pointless with the exception of whoring, drinking, and making as many babies as we possibly can because in doing so we are assisting the universe in its own downfall and therefore teaming up with the universe's self-destructive attitude and by taking sides like this and making a big joke out of life, we, in a way, live forever and if you believe any of that then I'll see you @ the titty bar tonight and you can buy me a lapdance and a beer and that beats counting silly bulls and trying to put some profound meaning and order to the chaos that ensues from the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics, but if that's what you want to do, it's your funeral. Fun real. Real fun. Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

When they are better
Than this moment...and I think
Moments reoccur

when are the real well
poets going to come out
and stop telling jokes

Thanks for suggesting
Starbucks. Walmart hasn't been
Working out for me

I masturbate nude.
In a chair in the corner.
Sometimes at Starbucks.

I can think of worse
things to be than gay lovers
who are Star Wars fans.

A high school teacher.
A rich 3rd world dictator.
Even VHS!

I shat gold bullion.
(From snorting too much gold dust.)
Disney Fairy glam.

I want a Watson.
It will be my new laptop.
Yottabytes of porn.