what is thwop, pray tell?
hmm, chrism, that is sacred.
thwack is what I heard.
by mellie
god I got hot too
the thought of you going down
now I've lost control
by mellie, oops merely a mistake, Ash
the merest ripple
butterflies in my tummy
splashdown a letdown
by mellie
cannot keep away
i am drawn closer to you
there is no escape
so much atmosphere
going down out of control
i am way too hot
by ash@splashdown.southpacific
Space station troubles?
Mir words are inadequate
to describe my fear.
by Nan of NJ
just a mir detail
a small drop in the ocean
it's das vidanya
by ash
Neutron went to a
bar
by Pimaniac
When Mir falls to earth
chunks big as trucks may survive
Heads Up, New Zealand!
by Yuri Gargarin
I am packing death
will mir hit me while I sleep?
Oh yeah, in my dreams
by mellie near the Coral Sea
well that was a crock of shit
by mellie
it happened to me
at australia zoo
I blamed the animals
by mellie
Nan, in my laundry
I found your G spot in there
It smells like lemons.
by Saint - To Nan
Priest's pants now dropping
Explosive liquid froth boils forth
please fetch me a spoon
by Saint
Mellie I have your
Blessing right here with me now
ziiiiiiiip, thwop. I bless you
by Saint - To mellie
Drophammer please no
ovinoanalingus
it makes me jealous
by Saint
Im a stupid little boy
everyone blindfolds me till i see darkness.
because Im stupid little boy
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No
Sinning is most fun
once you can find your G-spot
even in the dark.
by Nan of NJ
the clever dog sat
and ate the calico cat
which he himself caught.
by wallygowdy of school
yes, bless me father
I keep on committing sin
do not absolve me
by mellie
donuts and coffee
I look forward to Friday
mm. donuts .. mmm yum
by hola of friday, where art thou?
sydney is my dog
he sniffs other doggy butts
just to say "HELLO!"
by hola of is it friday yet?
My dog is named Syd
He does doggy type stuff like
eating and sleeping
by hola of looking forward to friday
now what's all this then?
random mental flatulence
disguised as haiku
by VerbaLizer of NYC
santo cres, santo nunca seras
que piensas si santos nunca podras ser
santo cres, santo nunca seras
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No
Attn: Saint
If you're just thinking one thing
I'd be mighty impressed
by Anonymous Poet
hey, go get the meat
we're out of cannibal sauce
barbecue ruined
by Stang mk.1
No time for buckets
And no time for pleasantries
Like dropping my pants.
by Priest
Intestinal knots
Swelling distentia forewarns
I grab my bucket.
by Priest
tomorrow mir flames
intergalactic trash heap
more vodka comrade?
by mondongo of elsewhere
what is all this sheep
can i get sheep sandwiches
the kind with rubber
by boobles the clown
you and your dead sheep
keep sleep with narry a peep
on top of the heap
by Drophammer
Do not start with me
You necro-ovinaphile
All these sheep are dead!
by Priest
No sheep anywhere
Hammer has them in his cube
Proof? Sniff his fingers.
by Priest
can i get a dog
a poodle for my sandwich
hairy meaty treat
by boobles the clown
Saint, ROFL.
LOLOLOL...
LOLOL.
by Nan of NJ
I care not, Droppy
all i do or say is lost
in the winds of life
by Saint
spasms and quaking
uncontrolled ejaculate
i knock myself out
by boobles the clown
oh... Saint leaves himself
so wide open like the fish
in the smelly barrel
by Drophammer
so I now ask this
of a certain someone on
this here board: Can you?
by Saint
I often wonder
when i first meet, should I ask
if she can deep throat?
by Saint
love is knowing one
who is yourself and yet not
love is knowing one
by Drophammer
sorry, Priest, that was
a little over the line
I was very baaaaaad
by Drophammer
and remember this
love is the abscense of all
logic and thinking
by Saint
Priest gets into it
Fingers churning in the ass
Of the sheep he loves
by Drophammer
When I first saw you
I knew you were the kind who
would fuck me over.
by Saint
anonymous dude
don't bring me down with your lack
of love for my stuff
by Drophammer
Desk chains me, no lunch
Fingers feverishly typing
There is no mercy.
by Priest
I have a request
when you do, please use your tongue
I haven't wiped today
by Saint
Attention Anon:
I was just thinking one thing
you can kiss my ass
by Saint
Jesus Fucking Christ
You guys blather on and on
and on and on and. . . .
by Anonymous Poet
