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wednesday night after church (Haiku) by balthazar take off your shoes, sit,
bloat out with steak, ativan.
just add alcohol.
Up the ladder:
Birth
Down the ladder:
Help!
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Posted: July 18, 2002 12:43 PM PDT; Last modified: July 18, 2002 12:44 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.899147 Overall Rank: 9877 Comments:
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18-Jul-02/12:47 PM
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ah. the 'good' life...
blah
and little boys, am I right?
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" 89 view(s)
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