Sheena? Is that you?
Now posting as... VHS?
A blast from the past.

I'm still here, I just
take different forms and post
slip sliding away

A decade later.
Does Grandma still have a cock?
What else have I missed?

Something is wrong here.
We want to know what it is
Can someone tell us?

Bowling for dollars
Might make me wanna holler
Caucasian scholar

Ten plus years have passed,
What has become of Sheena?
Ash? Anybody?

and do not forget
the punch bowl, wassailing
the senses and the lights...

(it it rum or vodka, but make mine a causausian larry)

sing hallelujah !
first we had divine presence
then divine presents

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

Shirley, you're joking!
Sorry, I had to say that.
Yeah, dogs are nasty.

Were there shiny strings
of aluminum Christmas
icicles in it?

Make me believe it.
Add these little details.
Make me see the puke.

;-) Merry Christmas!

Cat barfed a hairball
Dog ate this disgusting thing
Nasty animals

Buy me an ipad!
Buy it or I won't love you!
Merry Christmas, dad!

i guess the lights are
out and the commercial
idols of this time glow

What does Jesus mean
in your life and existence?
Do you pray often?

How miraculous
it must have been to witness
live the virgin birth!

But there were no pigs
in that Bethleham manger.
Just wise men and sheep.

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