Rules writing haiku
I don't have to follow them
This is bad haiku

ashes to ashes
dust to dust, chevy vs ford
meaningless conflicts

You should try Japan.
They enjoy faecal facials.
Wrinkle reducer.

promote that movement
the faecal transplant catch cry :
"yes, we give a shit"

when is a haiku
probably not a haiku ?
that's when it isn't

Spirit is not observed
How then can one claim it is real?
Spirit is not an observation
But that which observes
Consciousness is not
A byproduct of metabolism
Or neurochemistry they just facilitate
What can't be created or destroyed

bend over, mad men
my faecal transplant clinic
will be "wholly shit"

i wish i knew what
to say in some cases but
sometimes i just can't

I'm trying to get Graham's crackers stuck in people's teeth. I coat them in caramel. Or something.

And the captcha is "Dentista guignes"... wow dentista and caramel in teeth. Jeezus, this shit is SCARY. Yet again it knows what I'm thinking before I type it.

I love paying poor kids in foreign countries to recite:
"Praise be to Satan, Lord of Darkness"
when they try to collect money for singing Christmas songs.
Roughly $0.25 per soul.
I'm such an asshole.
But they really need to hold off on the Christmas shit until December.

i'm trying to get
Graham's Number stuck in the head
of people i know

N64--so graham's number is the nintendo 64????

Life like a rain storm
Waiting for it to stop so
I can go outside

hmm, well between twix
and dat i did get into
his first 3 books of

his invasion earth
trilogy long before i
knew about Xenu...

L. Ron Hubbard
Is in my cupboard
I just want to brush his fucking teeth

https://www.google.com/search?q=l+ron+hubbard&client=ms-android-verizon&prmd=ivn&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjB2MmC8_jWAhUEWSYKHbaLBQQQ_AUIEigB&biw=598&bih=280&dpr=4#imgrc=qLt4v0VrVkrCJM:

Foraging for gourmet mushrooms
With Darth Figpucker
Prepare to trip balls

https://goo.gl/VfpDEc - http://happy-drum.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/happy-drum-oko.jpg

Ìîå ïî÷òåíèå, Äîðîãîé Äðóã.
Óæå áîëüøîé ïåðèîä ìû çàíèìàåìñÿ èçãîòîâëåíèåì íîâèíîê ìóçûêàëüíîãî ìèðà. Áûòóåò ìíîãî íàçâàíèé ýòîãî ïðåêðàñíîãî èíñòðóìåíòà. Ìíîãèå çíàþò åãî, êàê ãëþêîôîí / happy drum.
×òî èìåííî ïðåäñòàâëÿåò èç ñåáÿ ìóçûêàëüíûé èíñòðóìåíò ãëþêîôîí? Ýòî ìóçûêà, äîñòóïíàÿ äëÿ êàæäîãî, äàðÿùàÿ åìó ñ÷àñòüå, óñïîêîåíèå è ñîñòîÿíèå âíóòðåííåé ãàðìîíèè.
Ñîçäàòü ÷òî-òî àáñîëþòíî óíèêàëüíîå â ýòîì ìèðå, ãäå ïðèâûêëè îðèåíòèðîâàòüñÿ òîëüêî íà èíòåðíåò è ãàäæåòû èçðÿäíî ñëîæíî. Íå ñìîòðÿ íà âñå ýòî íàì ýòî óäàåòñÿ. Ñïðîñèòå ïî÷åìó? Äàâàéòå ðàññìîòðèì ðàçëè÷èå íàøèõ ìàñòåðîâ ñîçäàòåëåé ãëþêîôîíà îò äðóãèõ ìàñòåðîâ:

 ïåðâóþ î÷åðåäü ìû èñêëþ÷èòåëüíî îáîæàåì âåñü ýòîò òâîð÷åñêèé ïðîöåññ. Âåäü ÷òî æå ìîæåò áûòü ïðåêðàñíåé, ÷åì ó÷àñòâîâàòü â ñîçäàíèè øåäåâðîâ. Ñîçäàâàåìûé íàøèì ìàñòåðîì, àáñîëþòíî êàæäûé ãëþêîôîí óíèêàëåí è íåïîâòîðèì. Îí èìååò îïðåäåëåííîå çâó÷àíèå, âèçóàëüíûé âèä è ìîæåò ñòàòü äðóãîì ÷åëîâåêà. Âåäü èñêëþ÷èòåëüíî ìóçûêà ìîæåò ïîäàðèòü ñïîêîéñòâèå è âåðó â ñåáÿ

Sweet powdered imitation artificial Indian tea (dot, not feather) has got what to do with autumn, I'd like to know.

Forage for your food and join the squirrel brotherhood. You'll never need Walmart again. Feasts for free abound in yonder woodlands or something. Get off your fat fucking ass, I suppose.

Those words are like birds
Dropping in and leaving turds
For you to think on

all i care about
is this keep going and words
keep this place alive

summer sun flutters
through the lush sycamore trees
Zipadee doo dah

after a while a
period of time gives way
to another time

one era dies strangers
say all sorts of things, barking dogs
woof woof woof...toothless

curtain time is now
so roll the credits, harvey
and not the starlets

casting aspersions
what you get for casting seed
on a casting couch

I never eaten,
nor stuffed in my orifice,
a live octopus.

Too much ecstasy?
Did you rave hard and get AIDS?
Sharing is caring.

random post test three
posting links to central sta
tion, eating pasta

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I lost a decade
Some parts come fluttering back
Did the 90s suck?

Eat a banana.
They're high in potassium.
And look like a dick.

still more seriously
i felt like i survived the
1990s with all

the asshole gen x
people who stood together
yet reveal the big

mystery, for all the
knowledge there was a hurt to
some, not all of them

the problem with say
hardening up is all the
beavis and butthead

jokes that that might say
provoke...examples...'huh huh..
he said...harden... huh
huh...

'yeah!! yeah!! he said
Up!! boinggggg...hehheh heh!'
crappucino for

my bunghole now try
a calibi--yau doobie
smoke it forever

my plan for world peace :
kim jong-un can fire missiles
the states can fire trump

count yourselves lucky
then harden the fuck up, and...
counts yourselves haiku

Somehow I picture a Ken doll
with anal beads and Crown Royal accessories.
Because you know that Barbie is a nagging bitch
due to the fact that Ken is a useless eunuch,
but then that bitch has no right to complain
because she has no vagina to begin with.

I love those blue Crown Royal bags.
I think they are Smurf nutsacks sewn together.

I wish that my string hadn't broke when
Steve pulled me out of Donald's ass
(Like a lawn mower pull cord.)
and Vladamir made a video of it.
But alas, that life had ended and a new one began.

We each leave our mark
Like dogs peeing on a tree
We also sniff it

The meaning of life
That one can live a life with meaning
Anything else is an accesory
Anal beads and Crown Royal Apparently included
But optional

looks like for better
or worse hollywood is on
the way of down and

obsolete like so
much else that has come and gone
from 1970 to now

ok, indifference
to the holy spirit...well
bokonon, vonnegut

That was my previous life.
It was fun for a while.
Until he shared me w/ Donald Trump.
It's no fun being up Trump's ass, I'll tell you.
The only "Holy Spirit" that I know of is Crown Royal. I cannot love a God that creates a universe doomed to fail. But if that was His goal, assuming His existence in the first place, which is also highly unlikely, he succeeded.
What's the point of it all? 42.

I once overheard a crack whore talking about having babies, she had HIV and knew those AIDS babies would not survive, but she loved the welfare checks. Doomed to failure. Victims of Entropy and The 2nd Law of Thermomoronics or Something.

God. Praise Him on High. Attain Heavenly Enlightenment. Be as One with The Universe. Ohm Mani Padme Hum.
Yep yep yep.

I really wish to God (pun intended) that I could be like you.

I hope that if reincarnation is real
Vhs becomes the pet octopus
Of a wealthy Japanese woman
With a tentacle fetish
As for df...
I think it would be appropriate for him
To be reincarnated as anal beads
Destined for Steve Buscemi's anus

There was a girl I went to school with
I recall that she had a skin condition
Huge flakes, size of pepperoni slices
When she thought no one was looking
She'd peel that fucker off real quick
...
And eat it
This site is alot like that girl

well he's done it for
so damn long why am i not
surprised i hadn't???

Wow

at this point fozzie
decided to bitchrape those
two old men in the

balcony, and out
you came, squealing and fucking
till you could blaspheme

the holy spirit
and no one would bat a damn
eyelid at this point

I found a very interesting site of hosting parasites that feed off other hosting sites that host parasites that call themselves poets.
We are all parasites of the Earth in some form or another and God needs to get off His fat lazy and and sprinkle some Goddamn Fleapowder on this shit speck pet rock planet of His.
I would like some okra, zucchini, and perhaps pumpkin squash stewed in a nice homemade tomato sauce this morning. But no, I have stale kids chocolate cereal w/o milk. Not even a Goddamn beer in the fridge. I should run out into the office butt-naked to freak out all my secretaries and piss off my wife. I should, I really really should.
https://www.scribd.com/document/350140222/evi1-a-novel-about-you
Masturbate as much as you'd like. Life is short.

Wide open blue skies
Breathtaking mountain vistas
Oooh look, a Starbucks!

just leave a bottle
of sangria, I'l; sort out
the rest, nap and book

bell book and candle
bond, james bond rubber gimp
girl and bondage hints

I am out of my
own mind thank you very much
you have competer

sorts of things going on here with me here going on and on after the haiku i just did