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Its Blue

Member since 2002 · Posted 2 Jul 2003 · Edited 3 Jul 2003 · 8 comments

I wonder why you can't Touch the sky And why is it blue Or do you just imagine that too? I guess its like life Is it real or do you just halucinate Cause i think I am My life is not real And i dont understand I want to know Where people go Or do you just imagine that too It must be like the sky. Imagining its Blue.

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[10] horus8 2-Jul-03/5:29 PM Reply

It Glue (Gluekue) by Caught at the pump

Wow man... That good glue
Will you light my balls on fire
Do it for the Sky!

[4] deleted user › horus8 2-Jul-03/11:37 PM Reply

Nice poem.

"horus8' - why don't you find something useful to do? Ever try being nice? Didn't your Mama breast feed you?

[10] horus8 › deleted user 3-Jul-03/10:38 PM Reply

My mother left me in the wilderness Margaret.

If you think this is a poem, on a beginners level you're right.

I wouldn't touch my mothers tit with your mouth Margaret so go fuck a Volkswagon, trunk rat.

I happen to be very nice. Charming actually, would you like to see me be a gentleman?

[n/a] JoyLuck 3-Jul-03/12:09 AM Reply

try trippin on shrooms
i've never tried it
but i've heard it will change colors

[7] richa 3-Jul-03/9:33 AM Reply

a tad meaningless

nice poetic style though

[6] DurtKL 3-Jul-03/10:41 AM Reply

eifel 65
or watever
that nasty euro techno trash band comes to mind

:( bad thoughts
yet pleasant poetry
i'm torn

[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> 3-Jul-03/11:17 AM Reply

No, she didn't breast feed me, she did giving birth.

[10] horus8 3-Jul-03/10:39 PM Reply

Sorry