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Pinjur (Haiku) by Shardik The lost fold of skin
between one's soul and what they
thought was a promise.
In truth, i am untouchable.
In heart, i am god.
Up the ladder:
Falling Asleep
Down the ladder:
Black Rose
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Posted: February 21, 2003 12:46 AM PST; Last modified: February 21, 2003 12:46 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.9640274 Overall Rank: 133 Comments:
is pinjur also a spice?
Mr, Pig, want to hear something funny? at the bottom of this page is a girl hung up on me for singing billy idol karoke nonetheless.
She follows me like the plague mounting attack after attack, stepping on women and children none the better. It's that easy. Except, once i sang billy to a drunk dwarf with a rubber duckie... he kicked me in the balls? life is funny, huh?
BEEF CURTAINS THE NICEST FOLD OF SKIN, BING8
I always wanted Pinjur colored wings. Thanks. It's not a spice. Ohhhhh, I just noticed...the secret messages you used to leave for me on poemranker. Carolina's on my mind. Thanks! Your haiku had nothing to do with Pinjur. 0.
Was it suppose to have something to do with pinjur. lol.
schizophrenics see secret messages everywhere. it's a james talor song, and it was before you were born, and i think it was a folk song before even he played it, just because you went to school there, don't fucking ruin the place for everyone else.lol. There are no messages. i am not mr. pig, but you are clinicaly and most obviously a seriously unstable cuek. Jesus. i have never seen a person light themselves on fire before, impressive, I mean, if you could write, of course.
Yeah, I only lived in NC for 6 yrs. Thanks for letting me know that it was a James Taylor song. So you would leave a random comment Carolina's on my mind after you meet me. Right. After you were stuck to me for 2 weeks straight. Just like you didn't sing to me at that shitty bar on Gower. Please. Haha. Billy Idol. That wasn't for me either? Yes, I bet it was for Nadine.
I've done that more than once let's just say to fags, weirdo's like you, and even alone on a whim.lol. oh, your comment to this is really above on a mr. pigs, though granted i'm not he, i trust him better.
I don't know about all that, but i know when i score a good comment here. my phone rings? and yes i hung up, again. Why?
i-do-not-want-a-person-like-you-period-o that was basically the same sentence but with emphasise. Stop calling my house, or cell(wether you can "get the number or not?" [that comment alone of yours? is frightening let me just say that and warn psycology students to pay attention to ttttthese symptoms, it could save your life and your patients]) don't you get it? no comprende? no me, no you, no together. you crazy, you bug, you not trust worthy, you bad..you make big noise go bang bang with mouth all day all night, you no care, all me do not talk to you. why, me no want to.see you nomo.that suppose mean you leave me alone see that how real peoples fuction. get the drift yet?
I think you would enjoy www.tubgirl.com.
I played live from the tub already a year or two ago. You are too late. I don't believe an organ would fit for you though. Perhaps you can play my sax? Michael Jost took me. They do that show in Venice beach, but it's called www.bathtubgirl.com
a real fucking skankfest, plus if i recall the acoustics sucked and my guitar string broke or detuned rapidly or some shit like that.
god with a small i. catchy.
in here, you are words and nothingness....
Your dyslexia is flattering, thankyou.
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This is a great piece of work, keep your chin up and your pen on paper, you grace it my good sir...8