on some deleted poem
1 Aug 2002, 1:54 AM
although horus's "hoof" is sharp and dressed machete quick..this poem has left me nude dull and spinning. hold. father.choke vulva.mother's.cookies brak teeth
on recent submissions by <~>
1 Aug 2002, 2:17 PM
unripe plums was why piggy blew the conch in the "lord of the flies" and why my ass is a toilet paper shredder. bed wetter.low.gode.jete.beaver.
on Through the eyes of life by Angel_of_fait
1 Aug 2002, 1:05 PM
can someone please help me find my edition of plains of africa part 5, i forgot to copy and paste last night so i'm looking for it. it's in somebody's comment line from last night late. it has the cheetah siblings in it..its very dear to me so..i would appreciate it.cuz i'm putting all of the episodes together today..to see how it looks .thanks..oh. nice poem..err.thanksg
on in a parking lot by <~>
1 Aug 2002, 1:21 PM
found it! plains of africa part (5) the young cheetah siblings peered out from their hideaway. they were waitimg for mother to appear out of the horizon. eager for her distinct shoulder blades jutting up into the setting sun. they were hungry and thirsty, but they knew better not to move without mother. but where could she be? it had been two days by the older brother's calculations. while cleaning his sister he smells a familiar tummy rumbling scent. turning his head towards the water hole he notices a vulture half submerged and dying in the sitting water. he decides to risk it. he springs then sprints towards the dying morsel, but the vulture still barely aware. lifts itself away to safety. the cheetah cub knowing it's meal is now a memory in his dehydrated nose opts to take a quick drink. one two three laps of moisture then back to his sister. finishing he turns to see a pack of wild dogs coming to drink and size him up. he's fast enough to get back to his sister, but that would be the end of them both. he sits licking the last living drops of water clear from his lips before they tear him appart. his sister looks on too parched to cry, too smart to meowl. across the water hole under a shady cypress. she notices a male rhino sniffing at the horn and bones of his stripped mate. the right back hoof has a dark stain upon it. her brother now torn to pieces died quietly and bravely. she's still hungry. the sun has fallen below the tall grass. the sky burns unaware and majesticly. mother is no were to be found.
lovely poem smart and original!
lovely poem smart and original!
on wednesday night after church by unknown
1 Aug 2002, 1:53 PM
Mr. getty..i've been waiting. we have all fixed our haikus for you..and you deserve part(6)
plains of africa part (6) grunt..warm..surge. the hyenna was born crosseyed and bow legged with a hard splash post his mother's squat and giggle.he was the last of six and the runt. tired and unable to laugh..mother beds down with pups to rest up for the sun and another day of survival. she turns to clean her swollen bitch cunt and eat the after birth.her pups whine in dissaproval having been dislodged from tits. the runt rolls from mother's milk and warmth into a bone ridden corner of the den.but his nose is sharp for milk and he crawls his bow-legged crosseyed tiny ass back to a tit for the night. the moon is high full and shadow cratered tonight on the plains of africa..under a cypress tree..a vulture hops around the bleaching carcass of a dead rhino with a shit stain on its back "hoof"
plains of africa part (6) grunt..warm..surge. the hyenna was born crosseyed and bow legged with a hard splash post his mother's squat and giggle.he was the last of six and the runt. tired and unable to laugh..mother beds down with pups to rest up for the sun and another day of survival. she turns to clean her swollen bitch cunt and eat the after birth.her pups whine in dissaproval having been dislodged from tits. the runt rolls from mother's milk and warmth into a bone ridden corner of the den.but his nose is sharp for milk and he crawls his bow-legged crosseyed tiny ass back to a tit for the night. the moon is high full and shadow cratered tonight on the plains of africa..under a cypress tree..a vulture hops around the bleaching carcass of a dead rhino with a shit stain on its back "hoof"
on A Glitter ring trip to Fance (Whats on your Picobird) by ==Doylum
1 Aug 2002, 2:20 PM
i smoked on that flight too..they were waiting in paris with guns and the bastille..i said the portugese chick made me do it..cuz she did..she made me touch her with my mind somewhere high over the atlantic and steal her away to the planes lavatory for a quick smoke suck. clench.kite.now.hope.
on THE PAIN OF LOVING by longships
1 Aug 2002, 2:34 PM
that is a longship. very empathetic and unified. best wishes. "the falconed lad" 10t
on some deleted poem
1 Aug 2002, 2:36 PM
the grapes of wrath..the dustbowl..i want to be a lightning rod. god's rod..l
on Things Are Going to be Different Next Year by JanieDoe
1 Aug 2002, 12:47 PM
What? you don'think i relax...you don't think i appreciate a good oatmeal avacado mask..i live in hollywood for christsake..you can't trip without falling on a sushi-wonder spa..sounds like you really want plains of africa part (6) sweating, and heaving within your comment squares..yes..yes..i believe you have earned it..oh 13th grader..who has left things behind..it is almost time to stretch...??
on "nos-f***ing-talgia": a crappy unrhymed sonnet by chicken
31 Jul 2002, 11:51 PM
At least we know that you get off quick.. that's refreshing
on A Guilty Bride's Demise by eldorado
31 Jul 2002, 11:55 PM
please tell me a rice throw or two atleast put an eye out? tripped somebody up? Broke the ball and chain? no pun intendedd
on pain: siamese verse 2 by chicken
1 Aug 2002, 12:00 AM
halloween love triangle? senseless paganism? likely.. cycle.krull.luever.tofu.seaweedo
on To Dwell For Freedom by devotedwonder
1 Aug 2002, 12:07 AM
Solitary confinement is a motherfucker.count the divets in the floor it will help...when they give you a plastic spoon to eat your salad...laugh and say thankpoo..when they give you a match stick to shave with...shave..look nicer than they would have expected..smile..be polite..but put it all down when you write.expose their lack of awareness. they wont be able to stop you. they won't even notice.to busy preening and flexingy
on Autumn Songs by timfowler
1 Aug 2002, 12:10 AM
did you know that if you mix mushrooms and jimson weed you can dream the future and roam out of your skin...bet your friends..easy moneyn
on love: siamese verse 1 by chicken
1 Aug 2002, 12:15 AM
they always hear the whisper and miss the roar...such is the nature of silence it attracts the curiously destructive loudest fools...break me if you can hear me..if not wait for your turna
on Things Are Going to be Different Next Year by JanieDoe
1 Aug 2002, 1:17 AM
okay..this once..only cuz twelve comes after eleven and cubed it equals quite alot. well i imagine more than a few. math never lies, but i doa
on Call Me Lional by LobotomyNeedle
1 Aug 2002, 1:24 AM
i am a professional drinker.. i dare say a bit too "Bukowsky", but no amount of booze could alter my medium that critically. sober or plowed. you both fail. no beak..no hoof. no hopei
on Teenage Graffiti by JanieDoe
1 Aug 2002, 1:12 AM
guess what you are? the fifth recipient in the saga "plains of africa", congratulations:
plains of africa part (5) the young cheetah siblings peered out from their hideaway. they were waitimg for mother to appear. eager for her distinct shoulder blades jutting up into the setting sun. they were hungry and thirsty, but they knew better not to move without mother. but where could she be? it had been two days by the older brother's calculations. while cleaning his sister he smells a familiar scent. turning his head towards the water hole he notices a vulture half submerged in the sitting water. he decides to risk it. he springs and sprints toward the dying morsel, but the vulture still barely aware. lifts itself to safety. the cheetah knowing it's meal is now a memory in his dehydrated nose opts to take a quick drink. one two three laps of moisture then back to his sister. instead he turns to see a pack of wild dogs coming to drink and size him up. he's fast enough to get back to his sister, but that would be the end of them both. he sits licking his last taste of water from his lips before they tear him appart. his sister looks on too parched to cry, too smart to meowl. across the water hole under a shady cypress. she notices a male rhino sniffing at the horn and bones of his stripped mate. the right back hoof has a dark stain upon it. her brother now torn to pieces derd quietly and pridefully. she's still hungry. the sun has fallen below the grass. the sky burns unaware and majesticlyy
plains of africa part (5) the young cheetah siblings peered out from their hideaway. they were waitimg for mother to appear. eager for her distinct shoulder blades jutting up into the setting sun. they were hungry and thirsty, but they knew better not to move without mother. but where could she be? it had been two days by the older brother's calculations. while cleaning his sister he smells a familiar scent. turning his head towards the water hole he notices a vulture half submerged in the sitting water. he decides to risk it. he springs and sprints toward the dying morsel, but the vulture still barely aware. lifts itself to safety. the cheetah knowing it's meal is now a memory in his dehydrated nose opts to take a quick drink. one two three laps of moisture then back to his sister. instead he turns to see a pack of wild dogs coming to drink and size him up. he's fast enough to get back to his sister, but that would be the end of them both. he sits licking his last taste of water from his lips before they tear him appart. his sister looks on too parched to cry, too smart to meowl. across the water hole under a shady cypress. she notices a male rhino sniffing at the horn and bones of his stripped mate. the right back hoof has a dark stain upon it. her brother now torn to pieces derd quietly and pridefully. she's still hungry. the sun has fallen below the grass. the sky burns unaware and majesticlyy
on Sunday night is Curry night by ==Doylum
1 Aug 2002, 2:32 PM
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