| Terse verse..on a Nova hood...with a soothsayer...somewhere in the woods
Posted: 8/2/2009 3:22:11 AM | only 85 pages but the night's early yet
you should have seen my other thread
you have something to say then say it
I'm not much for game playin'
good chance we'll both walk out when it's over
until then, just bend over and stuff your face in that pillow
okay you frickin shortbus long d1cks..
I'm only gonna say this one more time.. you'd better get it!
I really don't care what you think
I'm busy doin' my own thing
lennon is rolling around in his grave
elton is still missing bernie's wang
ode to a princess?
yeah, I got that one covered when she's in distress
She's not worried about that scenario
she knows she's gonna get carried over the puddle
she doesn't have to worry about her pedicure
though dipping her toe in is purely nature
and meanwhile.. I'm still thinking
I could toss a bunch of fancy words in
I even know a lil bit of latin
it really wouldn't matter, though
still be the same scene on a different tour
I can't even spell english
like anyone gives a shyt
I only write for one person at a time
and she tastes like a twist of lime
don't attack gilligan
you'll be hated by the women
he was the only one on the island getting any pvssy
that's just because he didn't tell anybody
dawn in the shower to wash off the day
I figure that's okay
I'm not gonna worry anyway
wash my troubles right down the drain | |
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| Terse verse..on a Nova hood...with a soothsayer...somewhere in the woods
Posted: 8/6/2009 11:04:32 PM | mmmmmmm I love it when you talk all rhymey to me.. 
lol
well, the east coast farmers daughters...
ah, crap.. been done, huh 
slow ponder of another day's lesson learned
women speak a different tone when they know they're heard
listening is not nearly enough to sate a woman
ya gotta do a bunch of shyt on a list and quit drinkin! | |
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| Terse verse..on a Nova hood...with a soothsayer...somewhere in the woods
Posted: 8/7/2009 8:20:35 AM | that like 4-20 for lightweights, darlin? 
I just realized that I don't have any boat shoes..
and I just don't think that'll do
someone musta tossed my sockless sperry's
an odor problem possibly?
fishermen are s'posed to be stinky
just goes with the territory
ask any mermaid that you see
she'll whole heartedly agree with me
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Posted: 8/8/2009 10:14:46 PM | I think I'll just pyss off every woman on earth at once..
This doing it one at a time ain't really much fun
now, how to go about this..
talk to their tits?
Yanno, a woman could pay 100 bucks for a boustier and still be pyssed when
you talked to her tits.
She just made her tits into a diff woman's and it makes you stare.
Maybe she should try colored contacts and we'd stare at new eyes.
Yanno it, fellas?
drags knuckles and grunts...
lol
The reason that you have to remind women that they're beautiful is that
they actually do try to be. They don't take it for granted that they are.
They work at it. I think they worry about their hair the most.
Unless their ass got fat. It could be anything, fellas..
Don't even worry about it. Just pick out something that you think is beautiful about her and work that angle to the max. Do not lie to her.
She'll freeze your balls off.. they can sense any and all insincerities when
it comes to their beauty. They've looked at themselves more than we have..
they just want a yes man. Yes, ma'am.
with an oink oink here
and an oink oink there..
let's face the facts, folks
even women admire each others' utters..
they have to comment one anothers' hair
and it's not because we don't care
Men are idiots!
How many times do we have to admit it?
we think that you know you're beautiful
or we wouldn't even be talking to you..
 moo Yanno it, fellas!
edit: Oh, hi pickled one.  Tell us a story. lol | |
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Posted: 8/10/2009 6:51:08 PM | "All is fair in love and war."
Is that why we sabotage ourselves so often?
Just wonderin..
strip for her
start with your pride
slowly shed it
molt, if you can
molters are hard to come by
I've even heard they're rare in the hymalayas
and I also heard that the hymalayan snow mongeese are starving
ahhhhhhh pride
I'd say that's more common of a sin than even envy
lust.. well, that doesn't even count nowdays
sloth.. when you still can fvck but ain't got a job?
greed.. "That last beer is mine!"
or is that gluttony?
close call on that one
wrath.. I'd wrather not
some stories simply have no morals
oh yeah, back to sabotaging our own relationships
(ya notice I said "our")
I don't think that means that we're jaded.
I think that means we're holdin' onto somethin..
somethin not in our grasps but we can still taste it on our fingers
anyone else got that imaginary linger?
I do think it's a sin if a kiss doesn't knock your sox off.
That's the most important part..
beware the woman who just kisses you back when she wants
she's gonna eat ya at gramma's out in the woods | |
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| skippin stones
Posted: 8/13/2009 2:05:44 AM | A tall dark albino midget shemale did it officer!
I saw the whole thing!
I'm hungry for gumbo
anybody got any okra?
What's your record for stone skips across the water?
everybody's got one
at least they should
the flatter the stone the better
I got a fourteen skip one amazing day
that stone just kept on sailing
the rings of each skip expanding
that's how I learned about wave lengths
blue gill are on their spawning beds
they must be producin a double season
scale 'em and cut off their fishy heads
we'll just call the stew somethin cajun | |
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| writing for bone-holders 102
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:44:29 AM | 'Twas a deep and starry night out of step with the times.
The times? Drowned in a surfeit of wax wings
And alligator tears. There's a cougar loose
In the neighbourhood, this one, far from Mr. Rogers
With his scratchy turtleneck and creepy smile
Pimping for Mr. Clean and Lemon Pledge,
The allegiance failing to materialize
Until after the scriptwriters and the sales pitch
Went to ball four with four outs. On the outs
With a Mabel too far to go to to see with twos and tens.
Those times, I said, misbegotten, fugue of a romance
Where wastrels applaud the revolving screen credits
And palm the last of the Cap'n Morgan, sloshing
It into the tupperware cube. O label of fortune.
Fortunate empire of youth! Stricken with leprosy scabs
Of cotton wool in the anvils of both ears, stopped up
With constipated dismemberments of post-modern
Self-consciousness, the times roll on like a bad underarm
Product returning the acetephenabutamophedrinated-
Worshipping consumers into the hammocks of their fate. | |
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| writing for bone-nibblers 102
Posted: 8/15/2009 7:45:56 AM | good to see you around lately, bro. 
I'm not even gonna try to keep up with that. lol
I want to learn to draw and do some sketches
nudes of innocent yet mature and willing women
charcoal rosie cheaks with a pencil stroke
All in the name or researching art!
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| writing for bone-nibblers 102
Posted: 8/15/2009 3:32:55 PM | Hold yourself tight
wrap your hand around it
in the night
You're the only one
Who can do it right
Don't expect a single soul
To be that perfect hole
Here you won't find it
In your mind, it is plastic
Glossed and p--ck slick
To perfection---enjoy it
Because alone in the night
you can hold your self tight
Always available --Cheapest
date in town. | |
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| writing for bone-nibblers 102
Posted: 8/15/2009 9:18:28 PM |
in the name or researching art!
that's "of" not "or".. told you I don't read or edit this crap when
I'm regurgitating it into black and white.
nothing beats a blowjob
while sittin on a corncob
smokin a pipe
that ain't hype | |
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| typing for snoozers/the cliffs notes version
Posted: 8/18/2009 12:45:50 AM | I tried counting sheep but I started naming 'em..
Then they started talking. You try falling asleep to that...
a dozen diapered dandies dancing at some initiating frat thing
now there's a picture worth painting
know what I mean?
it's like the last supper with a bunch of queens
y'all know that anal is referred to as greek?
I spent my time on campus gettin high with the football team..
a touch of retroflection poppin in I reckon
my lover's name was Heather
I think I ruined that girl
she was totally pure
and I was so immature
I heard she turned christian after
I really didn't mean to do that to her
and I can hear an echo say
"maybe you'll realize what's important to me someday"
prolly be best just to tell me
my esp is kinda rusty
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| typing for snoozers/the cliffs notes version
Posted: 8/18/2009 11:31:04 AM | A crossroads where we once met
and read what was in that thread
finger pointing with what was said
but not by you as to what was read
An interesting take on the road chosen
No finger pointing … no words frozen
Spoken as a poet within roads thread
A tip of my hat … for that … off my head
*Referencing Sexy Poems | |
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| welcome to the social register.. lol
Posted: 8/18/2009 4:27:59 PM | you might want to check the post count over there, skippy..
I was just running off another drunken Aussie
he and his post are both gone now
both hangin in davie jones' locka'
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Posted: 8/19/2009 12:56:12 AM | Glub glub, that reminds me of part of Ethereal Beauty #27 --
"I lean like a one-stumped drunk
And spot Davy Jones’ locker scurrying me back, --"
Puzzled fish wincing with pincers extended in a noose
Or halo of boredom. "Try that on", go the scuttlefry,
"And rest your tank on my weary rainbow gills,
festering with gout and Evinrude ammonia."
(At about this time, Father Warhammer knocks over
A chalice of Baby Retrogade Red and ransacks
The pulpit floor-square for a missing Bibliosity.) | |
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Posted: 8/19/2009 8:11:20 AM | As I am ironing...
Yea... I soooo hate ironing
and now I have a mountaing of it.
I was thinking of my date last night.
Dang... He was hot!
As I met him, my REAL first thought was
"Wonder if he moans when he gets blown."
I know, not a proper thought on a first date.
Then, he shook my hand.
I just wanted to guide it to my crotch.
Then, I remembered, I have to behave.
It is that friggen time of the month.
He put his hand on my lower back
Shit... one of the most sensitive parts of my body.
We went to our table at this no name restaurant.
My ass was on fire and he was talking about the weather.
I listened without hearing.
I just wanted to sit on him.
Dang he looked good.
Then, sound of needle scratching on a record. (For those that remember...)
His index finger on his left hand had a tan mark.
Then, this anger seeped from my womb to my heart to my head.
I felt I would implode.
Exploding would make too much of a mess.
Told him I needed to go to the bathroom.
As I peeked, I started to think with my upper brain.
The prick, the **stard, the ***hole...
I still wanted to screw him... shit...
I got up, flushed the toilet.
Washed my hands, put some lipstick on
Walked out the back door.
Got in my car and went home.
It was either that or
He would get castrated right then and there
With my dull steak knife.
Why oh why...
I hate men...
No, I love men...
I hate men...
No, I love men...
Damed ... never can find a daisy when one needs one. | |
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Posted: 8/19/2009 11:34:49 AM | I'd eat her. 
I wouldn't even wear jewelry if I were married.
Hi rory.. skippin you again.. lol..
I'm no daisy
but, I'm single and functional, basically
fly down this winter and sit on me
I promise that you won't have to think about anything
I even gave up wearing a c0ck ring
after that nudist camp jealousy thing
nowdays I won't even wear a watch
I eat pvssy so well that you won't even want fvcked
I hope a threesome won't be a problem
ya like eatin' pvssy don'tcha darlin?
My Gosh! Who doesn't?
Only the prudish women haven't
and they've tasted their own just out of curiosity
don't you even attempt to lie to me
it's a girl thing..
And you should friend rory up and read his real writing.
I ghost read him because I'm too ignorant to participate in most of his
writes and editorials. He is the pro from Dover.
I'm tellin' ya. | |
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Posted: 8/19/2009 11:39:04 AM | Ok... I made some gramatical errors... English is not my first language...
Here are the corrections...
First paragragh...
Original line...
and now I have a mountaing of it.
Should read...
and now I have a mountain of it. (not an excuse... in French...montagne... anyway...)
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Seventh paragraph...
Original line...
As I peeked, I started to think with my upper brain.
Should read...
As I peed, I started to think with my upper brain. (Big difference... non?)
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Anyway... it's the thought that counts...
Still need a daisy though...
and Brawnydog...
I'm no daisy
but, I'm single and functional, basically
fly down this winter and sit on me
I promise that you won't have to think about anything
Oye... now THAT is something to think about...
I'll bring my own daisies then... ; )
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| welcome to soilent green..
Posted: 8/19/2009 11:48:56 AM | Consider the two ex mods
Still here against all odds
One was a poet,
The other a know-it(all)
That some thought "a coupla' clods".
I'm too ignorant to participate in most of his
writes and editorials.
You can hide yer smarts bro', but you can't escape 'em.  | |
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Posted: 8/19/2009 11:12:48 PM | were you the poet?
Anna, you don't really need to explain yourself over here.
No one on this thread speaks one language thoroughly. lol
I understood every word when you had fun writing it the first time.
Go easy on that cuttin guys d1cks off thing though..
they've got molds that you can stick a d1ck in nowdays
and make a copy if you want to take one home with you. 
..that didn't even rhyme
Western night on amc.. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2009 8:07:54 AM | Thanks... 
I dreamed of all kinds of shit last night.
I hate that... I really really do.
I woke up all ****ed up.
I can't turn the damned clock back.
They came again, those four young boys.
My former students of many years ago.
Those bright minds with promising futures.
Those four, they always come back.
It was a Monday morning in February.
Winter, of course...
Hell, where I live there are only two seasons.
July and winter..
Anyway, I go to my class.
Do all the morning routine.
But something was weird.
There was an eerie silence.
I was trying my best to keep myself together.
I badly needed some Jack Daniels... I did.
The students trickled in...
I just sat there starring at nothing really.
The bell rang and you could hear a pin drop.
I tried to keep myself together... I did... I really did.
Then, I took out my attendance sheet.
See, there are three columns.
Present, late and absent.
As I am going down the list and see those four names,
I realized there would be no column for them.
Then, tears, in spite of myself came down.
Just like that... ****ing stupid tears.
The students understood that.
Some cried with me and many sobbed.
Ah les folies de jeunesse!!!
If you don't understand that last sentence.
Get a dictionnary.
Those four drunken buddies went skidooing Saturday night.
Then never came back.
Yep, they did what most young boys do.
Tried to cross the river in late February.
The ice caved, they fell and they all drowned.
Shit, what a waist.
Each friggen year, we warn them.
Each friggen year, they still do it.
Oh to be young and stupid!!!
Yep, like I was saying...
I dreamed of all kinds of shit last night.
Dang, 54 minutes before noon.
Already got my Jack Daniels ready.
See, here... a good Christian
Does not start drinking until noon.
Tic, toc, tic, toc....  | |
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Posted: 8/22/2009 12:11:23 PM | I am in a playful mood today... Ok... here goes...
Man from the Emirates
Met a man from the Emirates
He was cute, short and litterate
As we talked, I lit up
I just wanted to f u c k
It's the hormones, I swear, that did it!!!
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