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Solipsistic, Drunk, But Still Friends

by horus8

Member since 2002 · Posted 3 Jun 2004 · Edited 3 Jun 2004 · 14 comments

I could have been an astronaut Had my mouth been not so vast As to create that much drag upon re-entry... I opted for sheep shearing instead -- With a case of Dysentery. I could have fucked off a queen, Or perhaps rode a steam boat up the Mississippi, but no, I loved by the handful crooked spent sirens & Drank my way there bare-back-riding. I hate you more than you can imagine Like giant god killing omens fashioned In repetitive executions rationed out to a herd of mouth foaming alien raped cattle Let's do battle as Gilgamesh and Enkidu. Until we realize we are meteor brothers Homosexual lovers, Moby Dick's blubber... Barkeep, may I have another, because My first seems to have abandoned me For that cunt in the corner with a tofu boner. And as I spout Ezra Pound by the howl, and The shorthairs, I see you there shooting another Shot in blank despair reading Friedrich Fucking Nietzsche, and with all the nerve, right beside me? Tonight I think I'll kick your ass by the dumpsters.

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14 comments

[9] New Life Drug 4-Jun-04/1:00 AM Reply
awesome
[10] Dan garcia-Black › New Life Drug 4-Jun-04/1:05 AM Reply
AMEN!
[10] Dan garcia-Black 4-Jun-04/1:03 AM Reply
OK. Your shit kicks my shit's ass. I keep trying to write this poem but I guess my life is too bland to appreciate the hackles raised on the nape of my neck as an "almost orgasm." Love the last stanza. I'm familiar with tofu boners but what is a meteor brother?

"Out of choas cums order."- Mel Brooks in blazing saddles.
[10] zodiac 4-Jun-04/4:11 AM Reply
steamboat's one word.
[10] edpeterson 4-Jun-04/7:15 AM Reply
disco disney

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[10] INTRANSIT 5-Jun-04/11:38 AM Reply
You chose not to capitalize (howl). Interesting.

I think I need some Poundage myself.
[10] zodiac › INTRANSIT 5-Jun-04/3:08 PM Reply
Maybe that's because he's not talking about the poem "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg.
[n/a] Sasha › zodiac 6-Jun-04/4:53 AM Reply
or maybe "howl" by allen ginsberg is a steaming pile of refulgent bow'ls and does not deserve the capitalization of its title any more than e.e. cummings' name.
[10] INTRANSIT › zodiac 6-Jun-04/6:17 PM Reply
I am well aware that Horus8 is quite surgical about his choices.
[n/a] pain killer 7-Jun-04/11:50 AM Reply
hey horus8...you're quite good actually
hah got you you're rubbish mate
horus8..got no life
got no mates
apart from that zodiac dude
and he doesn't count
horus8
doesn't like angry chickens and uses words like solipsistic in his poems in the vain hope it makes him appear big and clever
it doesn't
solipsistic is one of THOSE words
like asphalt
i bet he's used that in one of his poems too
i bet he's never used angry chickens
i bet he's never been published
i bet he's old,ugly and frustated
he doesn't like me
he doesn't like angry chickens
he doesn't intimidate me
i'm back boys
have fun

oh and one more thing
parallels


twotter
[n/a] horus8 › pain killer 7-Jun-04/5:28 PM Reply
For the battered chicken I've never met. (Lyric) by horus8

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The enflamed battered chicken song
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
'Haps to alleviate its battered load
In the mouth of a horny toad
God, I love the countryside.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To escape the fry that mocked its sleep
Making its unborn chickadees go "peep-peep"
The sizzle, the crackle. The fear it reaped!
God, how I love the countryside.

Now that the chicken has crossed the road
There will be no applesauce in space
There will be no pork chop mattresses
There will be only war, death, Internet
Suicides, dog leg lefts, and fire on Church St.

God, he made the countryside,
He made the country sigh.
God, he made the chicken song.
He took the Brits from Hong Kong
God, I hate the chicken song.

Now, It's almost time that we put our chickens down.
And SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE around.
God, I love the countryside,
God, I love Nick Drake.
God, he made the peasant's rake
God, he made me beat my chicken.
To death again.


Well, 4 out of five aint bad?
Except for the fact that indeed I'm a twat.
[n/a] horus8 › pain killer 7-Jun-04/5:30 PM Reply
That's what I call check mate. Next.
[n/a] horus8 › pain killer 7-Jun-04/5:34 PM Reply
And to set the record straight, I like you as much as the next guy which indeed is very little, and it has nothing to do with you -- I merely detest mouth breathers in general.
[n/a] pain killer › horus8 10-Jun-04/12:06 PM Reply
ah horus...displaying signs of the kentucky fried state of mind
a misanthrope or merely missed the boat?
yeh your mate freddy niche didn't have much time for humble folks either, too long gazing into the abyss or too much scratching that syphilis? who cares anyway
i've always been a leg man myself....but then I never got to carry the red basket...still...

parallels!!!!!

I love it, i really do