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 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 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 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 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 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 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 pain: siamese verse 2 by chicken
1 Aug 2002, 12:00 AM
halloween love triangle? senseless paganism? likely.. cycle.krull.luever.tofu.seaweedo
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 "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 desire is the constant by silvertongueddevil
31 Jul 2002, 5:51 PM
you could very well be the succubus that stole christmas
on Mothers love by kissmeufool58
31 Jul 2002, 5:48 PM
children cost between 8-11 grand a year.. sometimes change is good . que no?
if you could imagine..tell me .what is it that d.a. does for real (money,greenbacks,shilaylees). i think he's like a brilliant seven year old hooked up to tubes and dolphins and shit huh..don't you think ps do you have the micro squeeler? i need to attack my neighbors kangaroo. its playing tail fling the poo. l
on God's Rod (toilet drink poem) by horus8
31 Jul 2002, 3:56 PM
Ahh..how was work? tongue whip anyone today. hope so. glad you approved. maybe. do you have anything of yours tou could recommend interesting and gargabell. i need some taekwondo eye majik.jerky.troop.fila.ovariantube.greas
on Invisible too by horus8
31 Jul 2002, 3:07 PM
The plains of africa part 3) the lioness crouches and crawls closer to the sound. young gazelle nursing, suckling hears not the silent cat, and feeds on. pounce.tit-rip.blood.mother startled bounds awaying not looking back.will have another one. when the rain comes. off to her right she sees a pride of lions eating a dead rhino with shit on his heel. love comes seasonal but leaves flash flood!u
on Invisible too by horus8
31 Jul 2002, 2:45 PM
i am totally not on the 'hoof' i'm in the hammock with lap top bee-bop smoking and swinging..it's a precious afternoon and worth the flashbacks.californiahealsslow.but healsnone the less..the 'hoof'is just abeak180degr.. it also makes a fine foot darwinistictually speaking about every 10 million years ah...wasp..fuck'