That soup was left out
while we were at the cabin.
Don't let him eat it.
by CaptainBilly of Utah
Be more lenient.
I hate you hitting the kids.
I'll leave you, I swear.
by CaptainBilly of Utah
if they only knew
what I am really thinking
they would stay away
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
i just dont get it
whats the human condition?
mechanization
by soma of deepinsideyoucomputy
this cannot be truth:
the "real" is just "apparent"
both are temporal
subjective to me
objectivity hidden
"i" am all there is
by soma of asfarfromyouaspossible
that shit is fucked up.
totally and completely.
I mean really fucked.
by frenchy
sheena, please relax.
those nutty moths are just pests.
don't get too extreme.
by frenchy
Direct X 8's out
So play the game of the year
D Day Normandy
by {THC}SsSoCiOpAtHsS of June 6, 1944, Omaha Beach
a school of small clouds
soft grey fish in a pale sea
winter ev'ning falls
by sheena
^^CADET^^
okay, whatever
i'm spaced and dazed, don't need weed
floating tranquilly
by sheena
glad you survived, ash
but thought you oz citizen?
confusion stays
by sheena
convenient lapse
socially awkward hiccups
are more polite here
by sheena
ronin, why d'you think
that i'm a chick-lovin' chick?
i prefer straight *hic*
by sheena
"you missed me?"
aw frenchy, how sweet
just when i was going to
kill myself tonight
by sheena
what happened, Sheena?
I doubt it was the moths.
wish you would come back.
by frenchy
her face in his neck
her cheek hot from his stubble
she pants and tears flow
by mount madonna mama
freezing feet like heat
seeking missles zero in
on warm body parts
by mount madonna mama
crisp icy moonlight
creeps slowly up the blankets
baby's eyes flutter
by mount madonna mama
when the red oak leaves
fall they mostly land face down
aerodynamics
by mount madonna mama
hearing the cats cry
she turns restlessly in bed
sighing she rises
by mount madonna mama
.....a petrified rose
lies fallen on the carpet
...damn my snoring wife
by whomever
touch of mother's hand
doesn't change a fucking thing
still there's magic there
by mount madonna mama
from a satellite
the world is pixels across
on our monitors
by ash
.....a slight revision:
...a maple's rusting leaf
silently falls on brown earth
....falls on brown earth
by ronin@withaliterarylicenseshit
surrounded by love
i can be a smug bastard
so eat your heart out
by ash
Be right back a sap
Good game, Laughin my ass off
I'm laughin out loud
by SsSoCiOpAtHsS of Double Screenin' It!
this is very borings?don't me
think? pokemon boring me
think.La la la la loaffy???
by pokemon of pokemon?
this is very borings?don't me think? pokemon boring me think.La la la la loaffy???
by pokemon of pokemon?
bad bad bad haiku
this is very bad haiku
bad bad bad haiku
by -------- of ---------
World War Two Is Done
World War Three Is On Its Way
Man I Need A Beer
by SsSoCiOpAtHsS of D-DAY NORMANDY
i did it again
the first line of course should read :
american vote
by ash
american voting
closest election ever
un-presidented
by ash
Bring me some good wine
daughters of kinky love gods
I dig things like that
by Dr Ernest Unity of www.geocities.com/psychoyoda2000
Now the shameless plug
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the big juicy ones
by Dr Ernest Unity of www.geocities.com/psychoyoda2000
I embrace you all
with my mighty genitals
and leave you shaking
by Dr Ernest Unity of www.geocities.com/psychoyoda2000
I'm on a mission
to electricate your soul
and get you airborne
by Dr Ernest Unity of www.geocities.com/psychoyoda2000
did you hear something?
it sounds like ernest is back
so you'd best get down!
by Dr Ernest Unity of www.geocities.com/psychoyoda2000
my space is boundless
absence of solidity
im free to dissolve
by soma of somaland
my mind is fuzzy
suspended above the fog
history unclear
by soma of lockedinmyhouseandrefusingotleave
humboldt county is
my home thats where I belong
under redwood trees
by SsSoCiOpAtHsS of Sometimes Sunny Humboldt Cnty.
what is that i hear?
"beer, tobacco, firearms"?
where are the good drugs
by soma of california, usa
the time hath cometh
tightly locked in the sober
release is essence
by soma of waytoclosetothemonitor
how 'bout a hummer?
haven't had one since summer
she said no, bummer
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
the office is mine.
Jeb guarantees the sunshine
state. Kiss my ass, Al.
by basho-matique of none
castles made of sand
squse me while I kiss the sky
in my purple haze
by SsSoCiOpAtHsS of N. Humboldt
whatever your vote
you get a politician
then the counting stops
by ash
you can count on me
death isn't a syllable
often a sentence
by ash
My gun is loaded
Time for some target practice
Voted for George Bush
by SsSoCiOpAtHsS of Humboldt County is my Home
the space of soma
from there shall come that which is
whatever that means
by soma of somewheresonthewestcoast
he who is a beast
has relieved himself of pain:
of being a man
by soma of stillcotemplatingpolitics
