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Once the moon turned me into a hairy vagina (Pimple) by horus8 And I fucked the entired universe
because I didn't know any butter,
and then, one day I had a revelution.
It was the moon's fault, so I set out
to destruct the moon, but instead I
only succeeded in scuffing my new shoes,
and losing my skirte, and muddying up
my recollection of up. So I cried,
and I cried, then I died, than I
killed myself, and blamered you and
the MOON! Why? What did I eber do to you?
Up the ladder:
Manila
Down the ladder:
BEHIND HIS BOWED HEAD
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Posted: January 24, 2004 12:02 AM PST; Last modified: January 24, 2004 12:02 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.2811766 Overall Rank: 3774 Comments:
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titan69 @ 62.31.23.66
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24-Jan-04/12:12 AM
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Not more shit!!!!!!!!!!!!
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
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24-Jan-04/12:16 AM
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It's an obvious pimple parody of your great work here in poetry tito, avast, are you surprised young asshat?
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titan69 @ 62.31.23.66
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24-Jan-04/12:22 AM
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No im not suprised sickend maybe. What planet are you on????
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
> titan69
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24-Jan-04/12:32 AM
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Woah, I don't know? Don't be an idiot asshole, I already know you're a fucking retard must you constantly reassure me of that fact? What fucking planet are you on???? Fucking idiot. I don't? Lol. uranus?
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
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24-Jan-04/12:32 AM
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Why are you so fucking stupid?
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
> titan69
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24-Jan-04/12:34 AM
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Do you even know, or is it a profound mystery? I think it's because you are just genetically a turdling with a bit of mouthable verbosity but not enough to matter.
Have to give credit for originality...but that's all.
Regina isn't hairy.
Sounds like the lost page of genesis.
The 1st line grabs and so the 8th
Huh. Well...ill give it a five. Good, could be better, but good.
are you all mad ITS SHIT!!!!!!!!
Beter not say to much might up set nobby agane
Do you know what a pimple poem is asshat?
Pimple poemes tend to rhyme, and to make some rudimentary kind of sense. I think... I think it is you who is the one who does not know what pimple poemes are. -10-
Really? I must have skipped that day to go swing on a rope at the pond.
Would you like to come swing with us? There's a ramp.
I should say not. In my youth, I was fond of a certain rope swing, until one day my hands slid all the way down it, removing most of the skin and replacing it with a yellow ooze. Yes, you may scoff -- indeed, laugh at the old man and his crippled, withered hands. But can you order an Irish coffee at two A.M. and have it delivered to your room? No. No. I can.
Hmmmm. Damn. You remind me of Sean Connery playing Alan Quarterby, but with a much thicker beard.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
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