moving along from
one place to another and
closing the doorway

Sensory deprivation of the soul.
Invent your own eternal damnation.
The Spiritual Dimensional Demon's Guild Labor Union is on strike and demanding longer breaks and free coffee.
We are doing a better job than Satan.

well stuff does tend to
go in circles, bad and good
we all have our share

The destination
And the origin can be
The same exact place

i'm trying to get
my body up to task as
i should have done so

a long time ago
expressing self on line with
ignoring the bod

Total submission
Please replace my transmission
Get me to my home

Shining in the fields
Empty bed for spirits loved
Birds fly lonely now

I got drunk again
So I went to see a friend
So tough to pretend

If time ran backwards,
farts would get sucked up your ass
and turn into beans.

What sort of jokes would farts tell about us if farts could make humans?

one day off can be
an off day or a day off
all is in context

this is why i like
df, sort of, he blurts out
what we might say if

we were the fool card
in tarot...what needs to be
said, our Candide

with fart jokes

then we can make a
haiku, settle down and hi
hi haiku along

we don't make the rules
a haiku is a haiku
or else it isn't



...it might be senryu though

Inappropriate
testicular overload
discharged explosion.

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