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The hour glass is empty
and you hold onto lies
promises spoken thru masks
razorblade alibis
hide reflections of truths
moments stolen,painted into memories
rejected dreams cast shadows
onto the canvas' of sand
pouring out of your heart
across broken ice glances
each gear spins alone,
its own metronome
apart from freedom
resinating the walls with the moment
lost
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 23, 2002 at 08:00:25 (PST)
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Anonymous
- Friday, March 22, 2002 at 22:11:42 (PST)
Lucky number sEVEn
magic thinking
- Friday, March 22, 2002 at 21:58:44 (PST)
Wheres my Supper?
The Lord
- Friday, March 22, 2002 at 21:34:49 (PST)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHA
AAAAHAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
I'm the one that always erases your messages
off the answer machine!!
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHA
SATAN
- Friday, March 22, 2002 at 19:48:36 (PST)
surely you jest...
a party?
why whats left to celebrate?
or have we resorted to finding joy in this decay?
I felt special when I got that "A"
Pretynd
- Friday, March 22, 2002 at 12:23:11 (PST)
You don't mean it
Why can't I say this to you?
You don't mean it at all
You meant it when you didn't do anything for me
You don't mean it when you say I love you
You don't mean any of it
You don't mean it when you kiss me so sweet
You don't mean it when you say anything!
And it ruins what I have always hoped in
So just stop lying to me
Stop making me hope falsely
Stop it stop it
Let me live
Stop toying with me
Even if it were the truth I would deny it
And even if it's a lie
I would believe it
Anonymous
- Friday, March 22, 2002 at 01:28:13 (PST)
I think I'd die
or pass out
ugh..
all those years of trying
in vain
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 23:22:24 (PST)
alright, you are like, so the cause of my dellusional activity right now
braiding maypoles with your alter-ego
your sleepwalking twin
the half of you I dream about
wish I were with
and what would you say
what would you say
to something that's supposed to be sung
a need for a song
and what would you say
if I asked you to marry me
tricky, tricky, tricky
these uses of words hit a little too close to home for me
Thanks for getting my mom the milk
a clock I thought I lost
they *did* call your name
Eve
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 23:13:50 (PST)
If this doesn't at least put half a smile on your mouth or a homicidal urge deep down in the bottom of the heart I have failed miserably and will attempt to put myself into a coma with a milking machine and an old dryed up dying cow on the corner of 12th and 68th
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 22:43:06 (PST)
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- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 22:27:58 (PST)
Sometime I wonder ...
Should I bring a lunch pale to work?
No one does that anymore
I'd look like a fucking dork
Maybe it would make me laugh
I laugh enough as it is
They'll think I lost my mind
Maybe there are on to me
Am I just a controlled wreck?
Do I care?
Maybe I don't care . . .
Is the crazy laughter getting the better of me?
I laugh at everything, and can't stop
All I can think of...
Is that asshole, fucking the love of my life
I want to die.
PJM
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 21:05:05 (PST)
"Sinner"
I am a sinner in the eyes of
the catholic church of child malestation
for I have aborted and it was premeditated
and it may have been a son
that the priest like so much
it may have been a son
that the priest like to touch
to carry on the name
and the sign says thou shalt not kill
for I have polluted the land with blood
out of my own freewill
I am bad said the holy man to add to the guilt
out of love I am a sinner
with no right to choose or plan
it seems as though I am really screwed
from the heavens I am banned
I am a sinner in hell I lose
maybe we can make a deal
to pray for a better world to bring you into
Tardzilla
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 14:50:25 (PST)
"Waste"
Your wasting so much film
I use it over and over again
I can't even splice it together
enough to entertain myself
asleep right up to the very end
edit the plan to watch it again
filming bugs is better than this
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 14:24:11 (PST)
I'm watching you because your thru
we finally got a line on you
seeing now what you do
we are going to continue to watch you
this is going to break the case
I will make the grade
with the new uncovered info I remake
the money will fall from the states heavens
and I will carry it to the bank
I am here on the case
watching you over the coals I rake
am I a reaction to the rules I break
I can see clearly
there was no mistake
I see thru walls like superman
I put your real file in the shitcan
I will reinvent you again and again
until I am your worst nightmare or biggest fan
well you could say I am stalking you again
here not moving in the slience
of never never nowhere land
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 14:17:42 (PST)
yes please. my god the various incarnations you have--youve got more names than a schizo on lsd
a lesser demon
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 13:59:02 (PST)
can we get a fucking prune over here
satan fucked up the centering
The Lord
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 13:14:48 (PST)
"Wasted film"
I look into your cell and see
your boring the shit out of me
I sit and watch to be entertained
but its like going to the zoo
or babysitting
the camera angle is all wrong
you talk to yourself
and go on and on
if there was a contest
this would win last place
I can't even concentrate
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 13:09:15 (PST)
"Check It"
I check your mail
sometimes for days
to make sure theres no secret messages
I look up then I look down
then we decide if theres anything there for you
right now
then within a couple of days
I put it back from where it came
sure its all ok
we have to know what your up to
legal or not,I'm afraid
if you a looking for anything
thru snow or sleet or rain
you can be sure my nose was in it first
to weed out your problem
my little paranoid stain
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 12:32:40 (PST)
"The Placement"
I wish you'ld make up your mind
if we move the camera one more time
round and round it goes
at least with wireless we don't have to drill holes
unless we film from the outside
which is getting to be a hassle
thats no lie
and if your asking me
you would think they could find cheaper batteries
where should we film the shot from
profile
I can't see the fun
on location
always on location
am I a film maker or a spy
look into the camera and smile
I don't care about your rights or the laws
I do care about getting enough light
the film we use is high speed
but your moving the props around the scene
blocking the shots I need
could you leave the set alone
so I can get this in one or two takes and go home
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 12:25:41 (PST)
She is alone in a crowded room
and my eyes pass and pass and
pass her by
but she doesn't mind
and I think we have something
something to worry about again
but perhaps I
scratch my head
and slam my fists against
these inner walls
for little more than
amusement
but she is alone in theses crowded rooms
with the eyes passing her by
and she doesnt mind
in fact I think she likes it
Build Fortresses
(It's the only way to keep the princess safe)
Pretynd
- Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 08:00:29 (PST)
Burn the books before the Lord gets his hands on it
and uses it against us
like you do in that funny little game you call love
SATAN
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 21:48:13 (PST)
"Its only money"
Spend spent
came and went
Just because you paid for the breast implants
don't mean they belong to you
I went under I seen the pain
you paid in money it is only money
this is a part of me
if I get cancer inside
you don't have to die
inside of me pain will be mine
you don't own any part of me
I am a human bieng not some toy
with a cage without key
Tardzilla
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 21:29:33 (PST)
"Death"
In the name of Jehova
I am sharpening the axes
I hate those names so...
First I will kill Lilly then Lucille
removing the heads first then pissing down their throats like acid rain
before I pull out the hearts.
HAHHAHHHAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHAHHHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAAAAAAHHHAAAAAHHAAAHAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHEHEEHHEHEHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH4EHHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
SATAN
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 20:51:42 (PST)
s'o'r'r'y a'b'o'u't t'h'e c'r'a'p'p'y c'o'n't'r'a'c't'i'o'n's
Eve
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 17:48:59 (PST)
Mathematica= the total opposite of me
I revere
hold you in highest of highest respect
commend you
I humbly kneel
cause that's a language I don't understand
it's nice just to hold the book and pretend I know
doesn't mean I don't feel Archimedes in these
*pages*
Eve
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 17:46:15 (PST)
thats a big 10-4
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 13:29:44 (PST)
It's your smile and the way your teeth never fit right in it...
as if when they made you...
they found no time for you...
or about as much time as I for you..
and they gathered the bones of the herds that flocked to them and threw them with fist of rage into your vocal cave.
Where you echo all their sins nightly and refuse to accept that you are them and they consume you.Thrown away and discovered but yet trapped again..
and again..
In the mist of that loud conversation..
You lost all sense of what you were again...
So I held you..
..For a moment only..
That is all I could do for you
...that was all you asked of me...
So I left not a moment too soon
....I vanished....from my worst
I heard you talking...
to those people....again..
...I heard you laughing....with those people..again
..and I saw you leave my life...again
Xiola Smith
- Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 04:23:58 (PST)
"Right back at you"
Your mama is shit
your poetry has fleas
your dog is ugly
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 22:54:45 (PST)
Theres still time to Vote for Robbin!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 22:16:27 (PST)
yes,Your shoes should match the flying "V"
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 22:15:01 (PST)
I hurt me
You hurt me.
I could have hurt me
It feels as though, it is you who hurt me
I am sure you hurt me
I hurt me too
Maybe I have lots to learn
I thought I knew a lot
about being in love
but apparently
I know absolutely nothing
about how to keep it in my life
But it hurts to lose you
I didn't want to
But I have
and now I wonder
whether it was you who hurt me
or me who hurt me
Meffainn
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 20:07:25 (PST)
oysters
mussels
pistil of a lily
how wonderfuly phallic
(!!reaD olleH)
Eve
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 18:31:02 (PST)
your poetry is
shit, your dog has fleas and
your mama's ugly
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 15:17:59 (PST)
"Time to Smile"
Look into the clock cam
smile just for me
its getting to be late
jesus pose until you bleed
look into the clock cam
come on
lets see those teeth
love the lead battery
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 13:18:23 (PST)
this kind of makes me
wonder 'bout my need to find a
pair of red high heels
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 13:11:56 (PST)
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- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 12:44:19 (PST)
"Sugar and Spice"
Talk me into gangbangs
then call me a fucking whore
your the one who wanted to do it
so throw it in my face some more
I could go out
and find some on my own
I sure don't need you
to get me off
so just leave me alone
I waste my time and love on you
and this is the pain I recieve
I only do it for you
'cause its a whore you need
you talk me into bieng your slut
'cause that is what you like
you beg me for threesomes with my best friend
then call me a dyke
talk me into gangbangs
then I'm the fucking whore
all during the week
and by weekend
you want to do it somemore
Tardzilla
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 12:40:17 (PST)
"Don't Flip Off the Camera"
Don't flip off the camera
don't cover up the lens
block it with little spit balls
after all the time I spent
don't flip off the camera
would you please just watch the lens
be really careful there
thats expensive shit
don't flip off the camera
or get your dirt on my lens
sure I'm doing something illegal
but I always get away with it
cause I'm above the law
I'm above the law
I'm the law breaker
smile for us all
don't flip off the camera
or spit on the lens
it cost me something
you should respect that
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 11:04:35 (PST)
"My Last Offer..."
1.} The switch from the Iceman,
2.} The November 2001 issue of the Guitar Rag with Ozzy on the cover looking just like Roxie {'cept he has longer nails}or just the The Josie and the Pussycats 8'by 10' add for samick somewhere in the aforementioned rag.
3.}and your car
for the Marshall
SATAN
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 08:26:05 (PST)
!!evE retsaE yppaH
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 07:54:35 (PST)
"Why does it suck so much?"
Because you write to me and tell me your lies
all your secrets you try to hide
distract the art with stupid nonsense
rambling crap that is pretty much just mental
criticism
while your art is none
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 19, 2002 at 04:43:53 (PST)
And I will shock you back into reality
with electrotherapy
The sins you have encrusted on your wasted mind
are void and invalid
The devil will be there waiting for you when you are flushed into the sewage you will call your existance
You will reach hell before you reach the end
You choose satan as your webmaster
and that was your first mistake
take heed ye sinner
Repent and pray to the god of gods
You shall die and walk the hell called earth
with no happiness
You will beg for the reapers evil hand to end this sorrow
In a thousand nightmares you will be
cast out from the heavens for enternity
In your porn filth you will rot
upon the alter of those gods you have choosen
before the true lord
There is no light on the path you have let them choose
for you,a follower to nowhere
You shall find the pain you seek
The Lord
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 20:11:40 (PST)
Happy Easter Eve!!
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 20:07:45 (PST)
I don't have to give back your soul
I don't have to do nothing
I can make your eyes as empty and hollow
as your pretend heart
SATAN
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 19:18:02 (PST)
"Throw me down the stairs"
I don't care
I'll just eat
your love for me
is less than sweet
you never massage my dirty feets
and buy me chocolatechip cheesecakes
you better keep your stupid ass job
'cause we need the insurance
like right now
go ahead and call me a cow
'cause when its said and done
I'm going to be out on the town
it'll be my turn
and your heart will then burn
then maybe you will have learned
not to mess me around
someday I'll find someone who really cares
everywhere I go they just stare
no one said it would be fair
go on
throw me down the welfare stairs
Tardzilla
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 18:58:45 (PST)
I remember when open mic used to be good poetry...
i suck as bad as you
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 17:47:52 (PST)
boring my dear?
youre dribble makes me
want to hide
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 17:00:47 (PST)
telescopic lens
I can see the end
we'll need more tape
before the days end
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 15:32:21 (PST)
"Your so fucking boring"
running out of tape
what a waste
what a waste
your a loser uneventful
do nothing retard bait
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 13:59:48 (PST)
heres an ideal
lets pretend you write good
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 13:16:03 (PST)
"Operation Nose in Your Ass"
I've got surveillance systems,
hidden wireless camera victims,
audio and video transmitters positioned
telephone recording devices,
vision optic scopes for the dark of night,
electronic covert observation
hidden bugged eavesdropping
concealed hi powered binoculars
with enough tape to last till tomorrow
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 13:14:20 (PST)
my my, youre repeating yourself again
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 12:25:17 (PST)
"Sifting out Society"
Rusty knitting needles and coat hanger abortions
open dumpsters stench of love
alone as I bleed to death
heart beats leave me
half empty
underneath abscessed
miscarriaged moon
clotted tear drops
have a cigar
accidental sterilization
Tardzilla
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 12:14:24 (PST)
""
Rusty knitting needles and coat hanger abortions
open dumpsters stench of love
alone as I bleed to death
heart beats leave me
half empty
underneath abscessed
miscarriaged moon
clotted tear drops
have a cigar
accidental sterilization
Tardzilla
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 12:09:34 (PST)
"Society"
Sterlization
of the lower income class
cut population
H
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 11:48:56 (PST)
yah well your alleged mama
was a regular doorknob with the tarpit sloths
up until she decided to go Lucy and
got herself petrified.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 07:29:43 (PST)
your mama does fool
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 07:22:10 (PST)
A joint a day,
keeps the brain away.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 18, 2002 at 03:06:06 (PST)
an apple a day
keeps the doc away? no, try
restraining orders
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 17, 2002 at 21:39:56 (PST)
my dear pretynd, you've
outdone yourself here again,
child, it's beautiful
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 17, 2002 at 21:39:30 (PST)
Don't worry momma
There are no abrasions here
showing on skin
It's safe momma
don't worry
cause its all within
and in here
let me tell you
everything hurts momma
and nothings the same...
living life
through the window
of these eyes.
dont worry momma
I'ts safe
I've got the rest
of myself
to hide in...
no one will see
don't worry momma
it's safe
cause its all
in me
pretynd
- Sunday, March 17, 2002 at 18:13:25 (PST)
ooo another man-
ifestation, arent we sick
of you, do you think?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 17, 2002 at 13:49:51 (PST)
"The Drill"
The drill is my love
my friend
so quitely I watch as it spins
inside deep
I see the light
stealth and out of sight
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Sunday, March 17, 2002 at 13:35:48 (PST)
"Your just paranoid"
I tore out the bathroom floor
so I can see down the fan
with or without my wireless minicam
they call me the nosey neighbor
the double "O" seven man
I tore out the walls
so I can see inside yours
yes I been snooping
fire detector looks real investigative
and the discoveries the theromstat finds
I find looking thru the crack of the door
to be most informative
I don't need a key
in your apartment I walk free
out of curiosity
I follow you to nowhere
and listen to your calls
I listen thru the door
when you come
I run down the hall
Nosey Neighbor 007
- Sunday, March 17, 2002 at 13:06:28 (PST)
"Throw me down the stairs"
I don't care
I'll just eat
your love for me
is less than sweet
you never massage my dirty feets
and buy me chocolatechip cheesecakes
you better keep your stupid ass job
'cause we need the insurance
like right now
go ahead and call me a cow
'cause when its said and done
I'm going to be out on the town
it'll be my turn
and your heart will then burn
then maybe you will have learned
not to mess me around
someday I'll find someone who really cares
everywhere I go they just stare
no one said it would be fair
go on
throw me down the stairs
Tardzilla
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 22:17:12 (PST)
I feel you kick
I know your alive
I feel a heart beat
on the inside
The world is shit
thats no lie
it won't ever get better
what a surprise
I taste the pain
so I get real high
its my life
and I don't mind
I know enough to get by
turn my head
and vomit inside
someday I'll tell you all about this time
Tardzilla
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 22:07:43 (PST)
"Now"
Now I'm outta cigarettes
so now I wanna die
theres not a bird or heaven
in the smallest grey sky
it sucks to listen to you
always fucking whine
but now I'm outta cigarettes
so now I wanna die
theres no more reasons
no love left in sight
now I'm outta cigarettes
so now I wanna die
Tardzilla
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 21:32:36 (PST)
as the day wears on till night
it grows colder but more inviting
the cool crisp air against my pale white skin
and the secnt of pain sits idealy by
i walk alone on the roads of black
and my mind wonders to memories of the past
times of hurt and times of trial
times of pain and times of denial
when my daddy hit my mommy
and when my daddy beat me too
when my friends all stabbed me in the back
and when my family all told me i was trash
as the night creeps into dawn
the sun rises in radiant light
i think of the times now
where people laugh at me and i laugh back
i fuck with their minds and con my way in
into their little cliqs and into their twisted harts
now they love me, apoligizeing for old scorns
now i get them back
i hurt without honer, and piss them off with pleasure
now i walk alone
against the riseing sun with salt water licking my feet
i will always walk alone now
because i hurt so many poeple they wont forgive me now
2 wrongs dont make a right
vengencie isnt as fun when ur alone.....forever
Risika Saint
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 18:21:08 (PST)
"Its Yours"
Its yours
This one is yours
Its got the same kinda fur
Its yours
its yours
of this I am sure
you call me a whore and a fat slut
you should of thought of that before you bust a nut
its yours
its yours
you did the chore
blood test mess
don't try to run
you sure liked me
when you wanted some
its yours
its yours
its to late to kill it
it don't want to die
your a daddy
its about time
its yours
Tardzilla
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 17:00:36 (PST)
she was in her birthday suit
faster than you could say grits and biscuits
I got done in time to work on my truck
her mama came a visitin'
wouldnt keep her mouth shut
its none a yer bizness
she drank all the beers up
we watched the news
then she had the pups
I throwed her out agin
but she wound never go
I got out the shotgun
and aimed it at her hole
I said I loved you
but that was when we was young
I said I loved you
only for fun
I said I loved you
I think it was a lie
I said I loved you
but I was drunker than you that time
Loser
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 16:55:01 (PST)
yes tard, the prevoius list of nom de plumes left you off.
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 15:32:50 (PST)
my big abortion birth day
let it live
anyway
devil reproduction
abortion
celebrations
kill it
Tardzilla
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 14:38:08 (PST)
whats a hidden mickey?
actually the souper and the alice and the lord and the catbox are one and the same--by language standards anyway. they use the same phrases and grammer
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 09:03:48 (PST)
"Someday we'll make it to springer"
I wanna fuck your sister
you been sniffin' round my mom
never mind all that
its time we got a job
we could work on the road
where theres always free dinner
they call it road kill
I call it good grillin'
yep your sisters looking hotter
than a two dollar pistol
Sitting side saddle she'ld make a golpher whistle
I wanna do some naked boot scootin'
out behind the tractor
so as we don't commence to make no scandles
right out a magazine
Hill Billy
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 22:43:54 (PST)
obviously a hard core Soup Train Fan there.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 22:06:49 (PST)
That is really too bizarre
first you freaks are
alice in wonderland and the hidden mickeys
Now your all biblical characters
Tardzilla
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 21:54:29 (PST)
no thanks, i prefer mine with apples
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 19:51:52 (PST)
Anyone for Ribs?
The Lord
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 19:39:49 (PST)
magic and wistful thinking are 2 different things
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 16:55:25 (PST)
thats what you call magic thinking?
tardzilla
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 14:38:14 (PST)
messages can be
electronic or you can
try to use your mind
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 14:30:28 (PST)
so, is 'get down on your knees'
ellipitical for 'and suck it hard'?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 14:04:23 (PST)
"Actress Liar"
All your lines so praticed
always in character
made up lies
nevermind the world don't matter
there will always be a script
for the real you to hide
until there is no real you left
The Lord
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 12:35:34 (PST)
A more beautiful whore
I'll never find
than the one inside my own mind
all the time I wasted one you
while you turn me into your fool
all your lies
I believe
every nightmare
once a dream seed
The Lord
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 12:14:51 (PST)
and what, my dear retarded person, was the point of that monstrosity?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 11:37:17 (PST)
(*: :^]
"I need help BAD"
%*:This is this something that JUST happened AFTER seeing the welfare gyn? Never had it before the visit to free clinics with gypsy doctors? What are the symptoms they ask?
>~: I have NEVER had this before my visit to the Gyno. I have gone to the gyno before, but it had been 5 years since welfare agreed to pay for a good doctor who just got to this country,her family had previosly been goat herders in the old country and that was good enough for the universities medical program
and a full grant from the government
I had thought I had better go for a papsmear as I was past due for one.
:*) I DON'T blame the examiner Miss Shemp, but it did start 2 days after my exam. It started out as massive discharge that was very liquid and looked like, well, snot. Bright yellow/green bright enough you think it could glow in the dark. No odor, but the discharge was starting to make me sore on the outside. I went back to the Gyno,She did cultures and said I did have a bacterial infection. I used the cream of the captians Boston creme donuts. I thought it was working, but by day 5 the yellow/green discharge was there. I used the cream for 10 days. It did not take care of it. While on the donut medicene, I was also put on lithium as somehow I had a tiny nickle plated metal spot in my head where the defective microchips had been placed got infected. They had not seen me in years in this office now they see me all the time.
(~: Since the cabbage did not work he put me on a box of twinkies. I took that and again I still had it by day 5 of the treatment, but took all of the prescribed medication for the full 7 days. By then I had developed a yeast infection and thrush turning into a tar resin
(^: She had me come back in for more cultures and he said it looked iritated. She also said that She checked my pH and I was low on acid and should change over to salt water. So now I have acid gel stuff to use and that is not working either. The doctor said She is baffled, and it doesn't sound like She has anything else to offer except maybe the bavarian cream donuts but the supply was very low and it would cost an arm and a leg for a dozen.
(#: It is a bright yellow to bright green discharge. There is healthy looking discharge at times. The bad stuff comes out almost like a group. Some off an on during the day. The watery stuff is gone. And I seem to also get a yeast infection just before my period starts and eases up about 4 days after my period stops. I now snore .I can not urinate. Once in a while I will get pains low, not often at all.
:*> The doctor has no clue as what is causing it and why we can't get it to go away.I have gave her all of my money and she sent it back to the old country so her 97 year old grandmother can buy rocket launchers for the babies.
I am sexually un active for years, no bathing, no douching.
(+: To me it doesn't seem healthy to just leave the infection. To me it seems like the infection could move deeper inside, if it hasn't already.
Is burning it off a bad ideal?
{^: Would getting a second opinion be a waste of time? And is there any medication that I have not used that may help?
I called the 900 gyno numbers
and they said I "Definitely" have "something" going on!
if this doctor says there's nothing wrong, than there's no sense in wasting money to see another,"
This could very well effect the reproductive organs if left alone. If I were to make a "Suggestion" I would say that it very well sounds as if it "may" have Trichomoniasis. This will cause abdominal pain, as well as a frothy yellow to green discharge. The most "Effective" drug to kill the infection is Metronidazole, (Metro-Gel) It's the one most prescribed.but all I can get a hold of is downers and spanish fly
They also said There are home remidies in which you could try. (douches) However, I woud NOT leave this alone. Ask around for a GOOD gyncologist in your area and GO!!!!!! Go to one of your local teaching hospitals even if you have to steal a goat from a nearby farm to trade for some good down home doctorin'. They ALWAYS have the best doctors!! Try the symptom checker offered by harvard medical.
always go with the home remidies as well as a self diagnosis.
Now GO BE THE DOCTOR!
Tardzilla
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 07:30:07 (PST)
Ok lord its one post per day
and that includes even you
you could do like the sick one and invent
8 or 12 new personalities for yourself
otherwise one {1} meaning uno
Anonymous
- Friday, March 15, 2002 at 06:56:23 (PST)
Dear Lord
your words are so sad
are you depressed?
maybe you should seek professional help
before its to late
Tardzilla
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 21:18:58 (PST)
"More Lies"
Your ass is so fine
I wish you we're mine
your lips coated with lust
only to drive me nuts
legs that make me beg
every move inside my head
your voice too sweet
I'll never break free
anything you say
its on you I prey
The Lord
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 21:15:33 (PST)
"Dolphin Communication 101"
how smart the dolphin
a message inside his song
deep as the ocean
The Lord
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 21:06:02 (PST)
"Shammy Davis Jr."
Drunker than a dog
charlies angels was the high
point in his career
The Lord
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 20:02:31 (PST)
All the girls say
drinking beer is the answer
a way to get over the blues
The Lord
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 14:38:55 (PST)
When I do get a life
I hope your not going to show up
to bring it all down
NRA bumper sticker reform
When I do get something going
I hope you don't come back to
claim the happiness I have found
The Lord
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 14:34:23 (PST)
ha ha
I have told you now
you know the truth
jane jane jane
just like a hallowed heart
you know how empty
and you have th ecapacity to feel saddness
I lost that long ago
and its become something of a smudge
on my existance
when you live it thats just what your
used to
anything less seems abnormal
and yet even that can be worn in
normalicy
sorry Jane Jane Jane
soemtimes you just gotta
and maybe I'll just change my reality
again
then even this wont be real
anymore
unable to be that selfish my dear
Pretynd
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 13:06:00 (PST)
"abuse tactic"
don't you worry
the tree is a thorny weapon
you can bet the mail may not make it
it might not get here
it may never show
someone lost the keys and title to me
I would'nt know how to be free
the ideal is to block everything
with pretend best friends
to stab me in the back
because someone thinks they own me
and I am not talking marriage
to answer the telephone with my buisness
is quite a joke for them a joke
and refrences again will stab harder this time
regulate me by any means
until you are not real
no one will miss me
move the camaras again
drill new holes
yes they are training four year old Palestinian gunman
this is a haiku
- Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 06:52:41 (PST)
yeah, so
who did I think I was kidding
there is too much that has to be left unsaid
it's not like I want it that way
disgenerous to a fault
more rejection doses
closed that gate a while ago
but you better believe
that when you come back
the mark will still be there
Eve
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 21:31:15 (PST)
'nosey fuck"
peek a boo we see
you everything that you do
survailance haiku
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 20:53:42 (PST)
"Love Ms. O'Donnel Style"
smothering under
gross blimpish blubbery cake
rolls of sweaty fat
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 20:40:22 (PST)
"My favorite Doris Day song is
"We are going to nuke somebody,but we don't care who""
In the Morning the entire search party broke up into four groups and began looking for Rosie O'Donnel's "G" spot.
By mid-afternoon group three thought they had uncovered it beneath a milky way herpe cluster
but it turned out to be warts which started the whole
sermon over again.
As a tribute to "snot drippings" {the resident band}of search party number two Rosie lied and said she ate it one night during a fast when she lost control and burned her entire sweatin' to the oldies collection.
So half of the search teams stopped searching until search party number one got lost and everyone had to look for them.
Earth movers escavated new roads into the once small village of "Rosieville" and the towns people planted shrubs and flowers at the opening of the bottmless pit
the lord warned everyone not to enter with out first listening to the white album.
The government pulled out of the deal funding the phrase "You Can't Say That" until it was changed to
"Say That" causing the people of the state to call them "reniggers" only because they did in fact renig on the orignal deal
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 20:20:26 (PST)
"How far is it to heaven?"
Strawberry was her red hair
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 15:35:49 (PST)
"Good book reciepes"
chopping the head off the snake
and skinning it was easy
feeding her
cooking the snake meat until very well done
in a spicey apple sauce
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 09:56:17 (PST)
the snake doctors double dose
feedback over the requests you have summoned
It doe not matter what I do
all they care about is the warm leads
I reached inside her dirty ice bucket
and drank the bong water
My blood runs into the street
I fade into nowhere
kissing her dishwater blond hair
she does'nt love me
she has no heart
a halo only I see
wasted whispered kisses into her ears
she does not run to or with me
my love would rip her right into
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 09:49:07 (PST)
the snake clocked in at 9 11
like denied clocks in at 0007
is weezer poetry a dirivitive of the cat box poetry?
angelina your criticism has one too many syllable's
in some cases when you multiply by the second hand
a case of tampons will not ryhyme with harpoon
the lord is watching you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 09:34:35 (PST)
and the snake was the key
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 09:11:49 (PST)
in the begining
the garden was the prison
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 23:01:32 (PST)
"Al Gore is weezers body guard and crack dealer in Dm"
big corprate rockers
will always write in haiku
yes they are that good
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 22:56:55 (PST)
my life was useless
until I started stalking
the holy lord weez
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 22:51:04 (PST)
"Because of the Lord,Right?"
stalking ing ing ing
ing ing ing ing ing ing ing
ing ing ing ing ing
Anonymous a ling
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 22:41:25 (PST)
nnnnnnniiiiiiiice
Eve
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 13:34:07 (PST)
christ Briar, you are very insecure. thats quite sad. cause your insecurity will just make him want to leave.and you will have no one to blame but your self.
Angelique Syn
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 12:19:05 (PST)
christ Briar, you are very insecure. thats quite sad. cause your insecurity will just make him want to leave.and you will have no one to blame but your self.
Angelique Syn
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 12:18:52 (PST)
silence
I've struggled for years,
never belonging,
just always falling,
with the same old tears,
I wish you knew all I feel inside,
deep inside,
where my true being resides,
all my fears,
my dreams,
my bittersweet memories,
I'll never tell,
my lips are sealed,
and everything I feel,
I shall keep silent,
for fear of losing you.
Briar
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 11:02:44 (PST)
(stalking is three syllables in this case you dimwit)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 09:35:52 (PST)
the weezer poet pt2:
for me? what are you,
stalking us? should i tell
weezer's bodyguard?
(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 09:34:51 (PST)
weezer!
weezer!
weezer!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 06:28:32 (PST)
"Don't take my weezer away"
I did it for you
I did it for us and I
did it for weezer
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 06:26:07 (PST)
Weezer-poet:
actually i dont
even LIKE weezer, so stop
your crappy haiku
(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 05:51:08 (PST)
"Loves a Funny Thing"
Come on over spend the night with me
we can do that thing
to the sounds of the T.V.
when we're done
then you can be as quite as can be
go sleep behind the couch
would you please
boogita boogita
whoop whoooee
come on over bring your cocaine
tell me your bullshit
only whispering
eat the bagel
you rocket science brain
hide under the bed
or go outside in the rain
come on over spend the night with me
even though your half retarded
its all good with me
hope you still don't have no diseases
hurry climb into the closet
someones listening
come on over don't you ever go away
from behind the couch
your my everything
our loves just an excuse to waste time
on secretive survailance team babysitting
peek a boo
peek a boo
we're spying on you
come on over bring some herion
fuck me in the ass
but before you do I hope you take a bath
come on over get it from behind
but before you do
close the god damn blinds
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 23:52:39 (PST)
if anyone needs me
I'll be over at
http://www.nastyprisonbitches.com/
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 22:39:25 (PST)
what with this weezer shit?
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 21:05:20 (PST)
"Anniversary"
ten years stage
butchering chords
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 15:27:33 (PST)
"Weezerathon"
bending rock sounds
giving everything they got
slew of hits standard
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 14:10:08 (PST)
"Super Weezer"
natural talent,
aptitude inclination
biggest all time trend
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 14:06:07 (PST)
"My Weezers bigger than yours"
talent intellect
exceptionally super
high intelligence
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 14:04:17 (PST)
"The legend of weezer"
prevailing spirit
distinctive great influence
axe mythology
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:59:32 (PST)
"Talent"
intellectual
creative weezer power
extraordinary
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:57:08 (PST)
"Your The Weezer-ist"
extraordinary
literary genius'
rockin' raw power
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:53:18 (PST)
"Weezer Rocks Dude"
expanding limits
revolutionizing art
rock innovation
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:49:25 (PST)
"Weezer Rock III"
ultament artists
improvising new levels
composing solos
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:45:06 (PST)
"Weezer Rock II"
great axemen masters
raving electric impact
spirit and technique
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:40:29 (PST)
"Weezer is Christ"
defines rock and roll
vitroso gods of stage
real life pioneers
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 13:33:29 (PST)
"Weezer Rock"
mega guitar gods
icons against corporate rock
philosophical
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 12:56:54 (PST)
i still stand by the
fact that you couldnt write a
haiku to save you
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 06:59:55 (PST)
"Weezer"
one of a kind gods
super showman all along
giving us thier all
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 04:47:43 (PST)
"Superstars"
fuck the lizard king
weezer is everything
life has to offer
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 04:41:30 (PST)
"Weezer"
the very best band
real artists who pay the dues
true gods among us
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 04:37:09 (PST)
I found her on the prisoner pen pal page
it said she liked horseback riding,
long walks on the beach and getting laid
it had a nice picture of her girlfriend
before she gained all that weight
we don't know when she'll get out,if ever but
at least she has a place to stay
sure everyone has made mistakes
then we all have the price to pay
sometimes you can't help but to lose a case
the story goes that she was framed
If I would have killed you when I first met you
I would be out by now
I would'nt have to listen to you have a cow
Anonymous
- Monday, March 11, 2002 at 04:31:01 (PST)
"a lotta miles"
wooden cypress gloss
magic sounds move in the air
song means everything
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 22:03:17 (PST)
I want to love you just because your Wendy
I want to love you just because your Wendy
these are my words to this there is no ending
all of my love forever is the message I'm sending
I want to love you just because your Wendy
I double checked what you did to my memorie
and all I can see that its not pretending
You could call this praying
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:54:05 (PST)
"Golly Whooper"
more food in couch
sort of like crumbs in the bed
shes big and hungry
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:49:08 (PST)
"Some Russian Dude"
more vodka than air
stain shape of west virgina
red forehead tattoo
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:42:19 (PST)
"Richard Nixon"
Big nose lies and lies
on tape did'nt have the balls
to nuke viet nam
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:39:10 (PST)
devil god devil god
sin
medicene
it makes you sick
its the cure
makes you sick
then you die
devil sky
god devil
cure
death
sickness
health
its the medicene
makes you sick
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:27:45 (PST)
"Maybe"
Maybe Jude will get hit by a train someday
and save us all ......from
some pain
Save me Jill is all I ask
all I can say
my heart
Maybe June will bring an end to the fall out rain
leave it alone or drink it it all the same
Pray that Jane gets out of lock up
and not go back again
these dayz
using monkeys as a drug
amusing flunkys in the head
choosing rather to be dead
theres no excuse
for what I ever did or said
you don't want to feel the lead
my niggaz
my niggaz
peace will be something for the death
laughing at the reapers hand from hell
as satan believes in the band
all the cards fall back into the sand
undertow in the mind
chemical love blind hiding fried
Maybe Jan will win the contest anyway
Maybe she will clean up the stain
Maybe she will never go away
keep the camaras on her
theres no way
theres no moons in the skies to see
a flood of hell envolpes the seas
till death does'nt bother you or me
and lies are force fed for free
Maybe Joanne will remember the day
Maybe Julie will have something to say
I know January is the sweetest thing
freeze and die
time will come sometime
we have'nt set a date
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:18:20 (PST)
Jesus Christ
That's just motherfucking great
thanks for breaking it to me slow
what a life
excellent
way to go, man
hope it's going real well
Eve
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 21:17:13 (PST)
Jerry Garcia:
Your revolution
was of the love and peace kind
along with some tripping.
(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 18:13:01 (PST)
gimmie an "L"
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 15:47:00 (PST)
"Maybe the Judge will Let Jane go to war instead of jail"
Maybe just maybe
the judge will let Jane go to war instead of jail
it don't really matter
shes already going to hell
maybe the judge will say that its ok
Jane go fight the taliban
and she'll even get paid
we can call her sargent
she might come back with medals
tell us some war stories
marching even better
maybe the judge will let jane go to war instead of jail
a hero dug in at the afgana-cabstand battles
giving them more than they can handle
keeping us safe
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 15:45:46 (PST)
"Breaking"
Solo turned to wah
sliding across the mike stand
as bending the neck
"These go to Eleven"
Flange with fast chorus
feel ghost guitars play themselves
stomping foot pedals
"Crunch"
The tubes are to cold
unless the amp is driven
my leads don't sound warm
"Bleeding S.G."
Notes octaves apart
feeds back in front of amp
echos vibrato
"Overdrive"
The speaker bubbles
wires begin to spark
while guitar screams
"Punk Lives"
Weasle replies
the same old chuck berry lead
lightning power chord
"Inspired Dedication"
Ripping wammy bar
bending strings hammer on
past penatonic
"Sonnets in my Heart"
Thought is a note
the treble clef knows your name
tears rust strings
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 15:34:59 (PST)
Who's Buddy Holly?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 15:16:05 (PST)
never mind meat loaf !! weezer is god
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 15:15:19 (PST)
"When Jane Goes Back To Prison"
When Jane goes back to prison
I'm a gonna visit her everyday
When Jane goes back to prison
I'm a gonna give her contact visits
that'll make her change
her mind
When Jane goes back to prison
I'm gonna wait for her and be true
When Jane goes back to prison
I'm only gonna cheat on her with you
When Jane gets released another time around
I hope its to me
or else I'll wear a frown
I'll try not to piss her off
cause you know
I don't want her to slap us around
When Jane goes back to prison
I'm a gonna write to her every single day
tell her how much she looks like that movie star
what the fucks her name?
oh yeah Jodi Foster thats what I'll say
When Jane goes back to prison
I'm gonna give all her stuff away
to a very nice charity
she would want it that way
but when shes gonna get out again
I'll buy her hookers that look better than you
its not a nice thing to say
but shes gonna need a higher class piece of leg
When jane gets out of prison
free once again
we should put a bike together for her
before shes goes back in
I'm not talking a solid chrome hog
but maybe a sportster
hell I really don't care let her ride a log
When Jane goes back to prison
We should find her a lawyer who can lie
when she goes to court
maybe she should wear a tie
the good news is
this time she'll be in there long enough
for them to fix her teeth
caged
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 15:12:18 (PST)
"Yes Dear"
Like always your right and I am wrong
but I am a man and they are always wrong
if a tree falls in the woods
and a mans there to hear it
is he still wrong?
uh huh
How can I make this up to you?
AND NOT STILL BE WRONG?
Wezzer is my favorite band
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 11:59:27 (PST)
Janes been out of prison for a while now
buddy
I thought I told you about the fortress thing
whens somebody gonna spring me
from this joint of mediocrity?
Pretynd
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 10:07:27 (PST)
more proof 'buddy holly' was written in haiku:
wee ooo, I look just
like Buddy Holly, and you're
Mary Tyler Moore.
I don't care what they
say about us anyway.
I don't care 'bout that.
Don't you ever fear,
I'm always near, I know \
that you need help.
Your tongue is twisted,
your eyes are slit, You need
a Guardian. Oooo
Oooo! And you know I'm yours,
Oooo Oooo! And I know your mine.
Oooo Oooo! for all time
wee ooo, I look just
like Buddy Holly, and you're
Mary Tyler Moore.
I don't care what they
say about us anyway.
I don't care 'bout that.
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 07:08:35 (PST)
Am I dead yet?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 02:15:59 (PST)
"when jane gets out of prison"
When Jane gets out of prison
I'm gonna take her out dancing
we are gonna really celebrate
when jane gets released
When Jane gets out of prison
I'll be sure not to mention your name
while I take her out to the fanciest food joint
in front of Kmart today
hell theres
browns chicken,burger king,wendys,burrito hell and Mickey D's
I'll sit across the table
and with her I'll be free
and when her bitchs show up
yeah when those ho's come round
I'm gonna arm wrestle them back to the big house
cause janes mine now
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 02:15:31 (PST)
"Guess what I'm thinking"
I'll always be here for you
right here
nowhere else in the great big world
there is no where else for me
I'll always be here for you
never mind the stupid things I used to think
You we're right the whole time
all your dreams
I'll help you find
I'll always be here for you
living my own life was just a silly pipe dream.
I'll always be here for you
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 01:02:09 (PST)
DENIED!!
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 00:07:14 (PST)
Pills make me who I am
Pills make me who I am
I am who I am because of Pills
Pills make me who I am
Rise each day
take a Pill
feel no thrill
with the Pill
I listen to music
I feel nothing
I hear joy, sadness
I feel nothing
I think of you
I feel nothing
I miss you
I feel nothing
My dick no longer leads me through life
Because of you, Pills.
Pills make me who I am.
They are who I am.
I wonder if I should stop taking them
But I already know,
who I am, when I am not taking Pills
I miss you, I don't want to face it.
Pills make me who I am,
for now..
Meffainn
- Saturday, March 09, 2002 at 15:53:52 (PST)
"How many months does it take to change a light bulb"
tape measures coffee
always listen at the door
union maintance guy
would ya sober up
digging thru tenants garbage
its within your right
written in the cold spring
- Saturday, March 09, 2002 at 13:25:17 (PST)
"We don't give a damn"
toxic hillbilly
Eclampsia repressor
partial afterbirth
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 09, 2002 at 13:18:13 (PST)
To My Dearest Postal Worker,
How are you?
I am fine.
Your not still mad about me not getting you a Christmas present are you?
I was wondering if you could look around in some of those bags of shit at your house and see if you can find the title to my car its been 6 months and I don't think its gonna last to much longer so I would like to get a little bit of the money back that I got into it.
Theres no big emergency or anything,Just when you get the time.
Thank You!
Anthrax stamps are just a phase your going thru
- Saturday, March 09, 2002 at 12:35:30 (PST)
you sure are a nosey neighbor
Anonymous
- Friday, March 08, 2002 at 23:36:15 (PST)
Al Gore's Ego:
No, Al, you may not
share the presidency like
olympic skaters
(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Friday, March 08, 2002 at 14:31:39 (PST)
"Nazi Porn"{Declaration of my undying love for Barbie}
Miss polyethelyne everything
The highest heels rip out my sides
lost inside your Blue eyes
I love you Barbie
be my everyday Valentine
I want to make love to you
on the hood of a Volkswagon
run my fingers thru your long blond hair
title you in my name
and play games that are never fair
your the queen of polyethelyne
and I am a knight on horse back
who's come to save you from there
I will die for you if I have to
or battle those jealose bitches
that hate you for what you are
they're out there
I'll always love you Barbie
the look is everything
Anonymous
- Friday, March 08, 2002 at 03:11:53 (PST)
"Little Miss Scroat Breath"
Little Miss Scroat breath
shes the one for me
little miss scroat breath
the only one I dream
little miss scroat breath
please baby please
little miss scroat breath
would you marry me
we can live alone
on an island in outer space
there will never be no one
who could ever take your place
your the hottest thing
that I ever did see
only time I'm happy
is when your next to me
Little miss scroat bath
your the one I love
little miss scroat bath
sent from the heavens above
little miss scroat bath
give your love to me
little miss scroat bath
undivided-ly
for you my heart and soul
and any promise you could dream
there is no other you
love lust and forever
is the words I mean
little miss scroat bath
don't you ever go
little miss scroat bath
I know that you know
I could never stop loving you
never ever
though
Anonymous
- Friday, March 08, 2002 at 02:47:57 (PST)
"Natalie hide and seek"
Everythings just ducky with Natalie
shes the one I really need
all I want is to see
I look for her
she hides from me
I'm on my way
faster than you'ld think
when she calls and asks something of me
then she hides and says shes sorry
I love the game or anything
that has to do with her and me
shes as funny as could be
everythings is just ducky
said you drive me crazy
sooner or later she'll be somewhere
I think
Anonymous
- Friday, March 08, 2002 at 02:28:32 (PST)
"I wish they all looked like Nicki"
I wish they all looked like Nicki
shes as fine as could be
I wish they all looked like Nicki
shes a regular Fucking dream
I wish they all looked like Nicki
yeah shes the one for me
With big brown eyes
beautiful face I'll never forget
all I think about
who I wanna get with
I wish they all looked like Nicki
that would be all I need
my life would be so happy
because she would be everywhere
as far as I can see
there would never be no sadness
she is all of everything
I wish they all looked like Nicki
thats what art is suppose to mean
I wish they all looked like Nicki
for that girl,I'd do anything
I wish they all looked like Nicki
or even better yet
just Nicki and Me
Anonymous
- Friday, March 08, 2002 at 02:15:37 (PST)
go on with your bad self, girl
that was
*marvelous*
ººººººº
my feeble attempt again
I kept your letter
till you realize it's gone
I can't believe you didn't know it
rattling off at the poisoned mind (again)
do you really know
like you say you know
do you really see it all
just like you say
just like you say
goddamnit
this could be quite the sequel
feels like the 47th
sometimes it's better just to
shut
up
Eve
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 23:28:30 (PST)
I cried out
though it was not to the grand avail I had previously dreamt
as a matter of fact
it held none of the splendor I believed in
I found you had nothing to do with him
and I have a sneaking suspicion that
your friend doesnt either
Though he spoke to me also:
careful now sinner
I may only be the viper beneath the petals
that you take the chance of bending to
by the way however....
do you know the difference between a prison and a fortress Jane?
In a fortress the doors are locked from the inside
Pretynd
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 21:48:29 (PST)
that small town prodigy chic sucks. where the fuck did she come from? blah blah blah and wah wah wah. what a fuckin baby.
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 15:39:33 (PST)
hey i wouldnt care for you either if you talked in "u"'s
you stupid twit.
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 15:39:17 (PST)
till tomorrow...but u wont be there will u
whenever we meet again...but u dont care do u
i cant help but wonder, how much did u really care
i know u said u did but how could u when u went back to her
u said u took it back, i know u really did
but y did u in the first place say something like that
y do i keep saying, i love u still so
i do my dear, but i dont really say that much
its hard for me to love u
cause of alot of my own reasons
and its hard for my to date u...well thats hard to explain to
u flirt with girls and ask them to be urs,
right in front of my fucking face,
but u say u love me
i guess ill see u tomorrow....but u wont be tere will u
i guess ill see u whenever....but u proved u dont care didnt u
Risika Saint
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 11:29:29 (PST)
what the hell kind of crappy crap crap
midterm story (and you call that a STORY?????!?!!)
is that piece of drivle?
ugh. ugh. ugh.
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 09:09:48 (PST)
"Hypocrite Freedom"
All of the debriefing
reprogramming
ink blot & I.Q. test
questioning
repressing reasoning
misdiagnosis
blind analyzation
second guessing
conclusion jumping
stereo typing
blocked with senseless assumption
lead by close minded jamming
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 04:22:14 (PST)
The mail order bride has to go back
give me a refund
theres something that the promise lacks
its not working out
there is no doubt
call immigration or
just get out
back to the land of dreams
who let this one out
I think this ones from tardville or toadland
and gots a great big ugly disese
shes ate up with it
The mail order bride is really no fun
its way past time I got a refund
shes got no chin
and don't understand me
talks in circles
can't cook and is lazier than me
the truth is
what we got here is
down right ugly
The mail order bride is really not for me
any way you look at it
this is what it means
there could never be enough beer
drugs or reasons
for it to be even half way pretty
The mail order bride has to get gone
I can't wait
shes been here way to long
acts like shes really some kinda treat
reminds me of road kill and contaminated circus meat
ah hell no!!
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 02:18:32 (PST)
She thinks that by doing satan
hes going to build her a stairway to heaven
and everydays gonna be a happy thanksgiving
Animal
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 02:00:04 (PST)
The space ship landed in the corn field next to big Rosies barn loft condos and convient gas mart
Out of the side hatch stepped The Star Fleet Commander
Lord Meat Loaf
I thought you was Elvis,said the crosseyed Spock clone abortion.
Don't be funny boy,
I'll have those stripes,now run in that thar mini mart and get me some dose a psyhco dellic gas station hot dogs.Hurry now fore I morph back into blues traveler.
Yes sir Lord Meat Loaf!!!
After a good dinner Lord Meat Loaf the Star Fleet Commander concentrated on his first and foremost mission,if he fouled this one up he would be sent back to the dinner time etiquiete school for the mentally handicap he flunked out of when he invested in the goat breeding scheme,by eating up all the profits.
still wanting to at least seem gainfully employed
and without proper instruction the show started
Resurrecting Lucille.
He began the process of transplanting a rusted Uterus
into Lucille that he made out of an old exhaust pipe from a 1979 Datsun.
Then he would need a brain for it.
what to do
what to do
he tried some of that black magic
and soon the devil appeared
and said here you can use my pager
since I still have not paid the bill
and even with the darkest forces of the solar system on thier side
Lucille was still dumber than the toaster
4 Christs sakes
- Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 01:43:58 (PST)
The shadowy figure looked down at the body lying on the concrete steps.
“Why, Maureen, why?” The figure thought, wanting to scream the question into the empty air over and over, wanting it to echo through the small town of Chester. Wanting it to, but no sound came forth. A voice whispered, and the person was not sure where it came from.
“Maybe… if you had known… maybe things would have been… different.”
A laugh escaped his blood-smeared lips.
“You don’t know Maureen.” The figure said, seemingly to no one. He opened his hand and looked at the gold tooth nestled there in the palm. The figure glanced back down at the body and sighed.
“You just didn’t know Maureen.”
* * *
Bitterly, a tear slid down his tanned cheek. He remembered how she was before Maureen. He thought of those memories that make a person; Her skin soft and smooth, pale so that it shimmered. The way she turned her head when trying to understand something that he had said. Her eyes so crystal blue, when you looked into them you thought it would be you to break, not her.
Fighting back the tide, he self-consciously put his hand to his mouth, covering the gold eyetooth that always hid behind his lips. He stared into space for a moment, and then grabbed the basket of clothes from the passenger side seat of his car. He walked into the Squeaky Clean Laundromat and laughed. This place is anything but squeaky clean he thought to himself. The Laundromat did have its dust bunnies hiding in the corners, grim on the floor, and machines in nasty need of a wipe down, but the place was homey, cheap, and better than driving twenty miles into town just so you could wash your clothes with strange, unfriendly people who didn’t know where to keep their noses. He loved the atmosphere here; he loved the sign placed beside the beat up television that read:
Most of all though, he loved the way the air felt when the washers and dryers were running, filling the building with a low hum of electricity and a warm clean scent. Peaceful, he thought to himself, just what I need.
The room was empty, but the television was blaring the local news in the corner. He walked over and turned it down a few notches, and then went about his work of starting the washers.
“Shit.” He grumbled. “Left the damn washing detergent in the car.” With a grunt he walked out into the brisk midday air.
He never heard the breaking news bulletin from the television in the corner. When he came back in it was over.
* * *
She was out, free at last! Her exuberance was evident by the shaking of her hands on the wheel. She drove to fast, disregarding traffic signs and no passing zones.
“Calm down.” The educated voice told her. “Do you want to be back in when you just got out?”
“No.” Another part of her responded. “I don’t, I’ll slow down okay. Okay?” She screamed the last word and slapped the palm of her hand against the steering wheel.
“They will never put me back, cause I am gonna find him and we’ll leave, and we wont have to worry no more cause we love each other, and Maureen’s gone, and nothins not never gonna be wrong in my life again!”
“Of course not, dear.” The educated voice spoke up again. “How could anything be wrong when we just broke out of the only place that was helping you? And by the way, do we really know that Maureen is gone? Or is it just that no one has seen her for awhile and is assuming that she is gone?”
“She’s gone, she is she is she is. I know she is, I feel it.” The voices did not respond, but she could hear their laughter.
There had always been voices in her head: That was normal for her. They were her voices, voices of fear, anger, reason, and spontaneity. They helped he along in life, and Jessie accepted that they were a part of her. Her doctors said that the voices were Jessie’s way of coping with what happened to her when she was a child. No matter how many times she tried to tell them that she was over it, they just wouldn’t listen.
When Jessie was four, her Father who was a prominent New York attorney, killed himself. Jessie had been the only other person in the apartment that evening. She was playing with her Barbie’s when she heard the gunshot. She had been the first to see him, slumped in his leather chair, blood dripping down his earlobes, and this strange slack jawed peace about him that she would always remember. Her mother came home from work hours later to find Jessie asleep in her father’s lap, her tearstained cheek lying on his once strong chest. Jessie’s mother could not take the heartache or the shame, and one night ten months later she quietly took her life in the bathtub while Jessie was sleeping two doors down the hall.
After that Jessie’s aunt Lucille adopted her and she had lived in Chester, South Carolina ever since. Jessie knew that what had happened with her parents was terrible, but she also knew that it was not her fault. Terrible things happen to people everyday, and she just had to keep on going. She could just never figure out why the doctors were so hung up on it. She tried to tell them that she had a lovely childhood growing up in that old farmhouse with the whitewash fence around the yard. She loved the attention that her older cousins gave her, and Lucille was the best parent she could have wished for. Those damn shrinks just needed to realize that it was Maureen who had the problem. It all comes down to Maureen.
For a long time Jessie never knew that Maureen was there. She would just simply lose time, wake up in the morning, work on her chores, eat lunch, and then the next thing she knew it would be eight o’clock at night and she would have no clue what she had done for the rest of the afternoon. Then one fateful day Joe came to the old farmhouse to talk to her. He said that she had been acting extremely strange, using exceptionally vulgar language, saying that she didn’t love him, and insisting that he call her Maureen. Jessie didn’t understand what he was talking about, but she did tell him about her losing time. Joe held her, and voiced his love. Jessie, even three years later, could still remember his exact words.
“Jessie, I know that people can breathe without thinking, but the very thought of being without you forces my chest still.” Then he had smiled at her and something happened. Jessie could feel herself slipping, slipping backwards into darkness, and she could feel something truly terrible rush past her, begging for the light.
When Jessie came to, it was three days later, and she was held down to hospital bed by think canvas straps across her wrists and ankles. Her head was heavy and she did not understand what was going on. It wasn’t long before the doctors came, and the explanations began. Lucille was dead, strangled and left in the bottom of her linen closet with bright red lipstick obscenely smeared across her face. Joe, badly beaten with a heavy club like stick, had been left for dead in an upstairs bedroom. They had found Jessie miles away from the farmhouse, wandering aimlessly through a field screaming that she was Maureen god damn it, with Joe’s bloody eyetooth still clutched tightly in her fist.
But that was three years ago, Jessie reminded herself. That was three years ago and Maureen hadn’t been back since. She was safe, she was out of that hellhole institution, and she and Joe were going to live happily ever after. Once she found him that was. She drove past his old beaten up trailer, but she didn’t see his Blazer out front. She continued to drive through town until she found it in front of the Squeaky Clean Laundromat. She parked the car that she had stolen from the hospital parking lot and calmly walked through the front door.
There he was, trim and muscular, just as she remembered him. His back was turned to her and he was folding clothes. She stood very quietly for a moment and simply stared at him. She gathered her nerve, walked over to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“AHHH!” He screamed and jumped. He turned, looked into her eyes, and was lost. He held her by the shoulders and looked her up and down. Damn she was still as beautiful and sexy as she ever was, he thought. Then he folded her into his arms.
“What… What are you doing here?” He murmured into her soft red hair.
She turned her face and kissed him full on the mouth, making him forget what he had even asked. When their passionate embrace was over, they went to the hard plastic chairs of the Laundromat and sat down. Jessie smiled.
“She’s gone you know. Maureen is gone and she is never coming back.”
“Really?” Joe asked. “Gone forever?”
“Forever.”
“Did they… How did…”
“I broke free Joe. I knew that they would never let me out alive. I had to Joe. So we could be together.”
“I love you Jessie.”
“Oh, God I love you too.”
With that Joe threw the rest of his unfolded laundry in the basket and they headed out. They took Joe’s Blazer and drove to his trailer. Joe gathered his money, a few drinks, and some food. It was five o’clock and the light was beginning to fade from the day. The shadows were lengthening quickly, anxious to come out from their daytime hiding places.
It would be completely dark within forty-five minutes.
“Where to my love?” Joe asked when they were once again seated inside the vehicle.
“Can we go to the farmhouse? I want to see it just one last time. I want to have closure Joe. I want to properly say goodbye to Lucille.”
“Of course I will take you, but we shouldn’t stay long, they might look for you there.” He started the car and drove towards the now neglected farmhouse.
When they arrived, Jessie stepped on to the familiar ground that for the past three years had seemed so far away. She walked to the old porch and sat down on the front steps, a hard knot of emotion rising in her throat. She fought it back to no avail and the tears streamed down her face.
“Joe I am so sorry. How could you ever forgive me for what I did to you? For what I did to Lucille?” She was sobbing now. Joe stooped down beside her and draped a comforting arm across her shoulders.
“Because I love you Jessie, that’s how. I love you, and I could forgive anything you did. I know that it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know. Nobody did.” With that he kissed her, long and deep. Their tongues met frantically, then Jessie ran hers across his teeth. She pulled away.
“I see you got that fixed.” She said quietly.
“Yeah I did, I couldn’t just leave it blank you know.”
“I know.” Jessie’s face began to change and she felt that familiar slipping sensation once again. She was falling back, back, back into the abyss. She struggled to stay on the surface, but the darkness was ebbing at her eyes. She let out a frightened shriek of agony that turned to rage. Joe looked into her eyes and he knew.
“No. No. No. NOOOO.” He screamed.
Maureen grabbed him by his hair and shook him. She spit in his face. She had amazing strength in her grip, and Joe was unable to get free.
“You see that you bastard? Do you see that? When I do something to you, you leave it that way. You don’t change it you groveling imbecile.” She smashed her fist into his face, wasn’t satisfied and did it again.
“Oh Jessie, I love you. We will be together forever and ever.” Her tone was mocking and evilly sarcastic. “Did you really think I was gone you stupid shit? Did you really?” She laughed a low, menacing laugh. “I was just waiting, I waited for years you know, it’s nothing new.” She slammed his head against the corner of a step and his eyes rolled back. She began to slap him across his face.
“Do you think I am going to let you get out of this so easily you little prick? I don’t think so my dear. You’re going to feel this, and you won’t live through it this time.”
“Leave Jessie alone!” He screamed, but it came out as a whisper.
“Oh, leave Jessie alone, leave Jessie alone. How pitiful. You really do love her don’t you?” That laugh came again. “Well I’ll tell you what I love about Jessie. I love the fact that Jessie is so gullible, so impressionable, and so easy. Where was Jessie’s rage when mamma and daddy decided they didn’t need this world anymore? Where was Jessie’s rage Joe, huh?” Joe didn’t answer, only made a gurgling noise through the blood in his mouth and spat out his gold eyetooth. Maureen picked it up off the step with one hand.
“That’s right Joe. I was Jessie’s rage. Me. Me. All me! She wanted me to be here.” With that Maureen climbed on top Joe’s body and stood erect. One foot was planted deeply in his crotch, and the other was on his chest. Joe tried to turn over, to throw her off of him, but he was unable. Maureen jumped in the air and before she came down Joe was able to roll onto his side. Maureen landed half on Joe’s side and half on the ground, it was enough to knock her off balance and she fell against the side of the house. Joe tried to run, but she was on her feet quickly. She ran at him and knocked him back against the outer wall of the house. She began to choke him. Pinpricks of light danced before Joe’s eyes, but he managed to raise his hands to her shoulders.
“Jessie.” He ground out from his collapsing throat. “Jessie… please… know that… I love you.” With his love for her pronounced, he gathered his last strength and threw her backwards. Her head slammed into the stone steps with a sickening thud. Her small hand opened and the gold tooth rolled out. There was a pool of blood forming under her head, dripping down onto the next step. She was gone. Joe bent and picked up the gold tooth and clutched it tightly in his hand. The young man looked down at the body lying on the concrete steps.
“Why, Maureen, why?” He thought. He wanted to scream the question into the empty air over and over. He wanted it to echo through the small town of Chester. He wanted it to, but his lips remained sealed. A voice whispered to him, and he was not sure where it came from.
“Maybe… if you had known… maybe things would have been… different.”
A laugh escaped the young mans blood smeared lips.
“You don’t know Maureen.” He said seemingly to no one. He opened his hand and looked at the gold tooth nestled in his palm. He glanced back down at the body and sighed.
“You just didn’t know Maureen.”
Blood was pouring from the wound on his head. He felt his body wave back and forth. He knew he would never make it to help. He knew that he could not get Jessie any help. With his last moments he crawled beside Jessie’s crumpled body and spooned her. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, and then his chest was forced still. The last of the light had crept from the day.
©2002 Jamie Lynne Epperson
Pretynd
- Wednesday, March 06, 2002 at 21:34:49 (PST)
Weezer Fan:
i will have you know
i resent your inane comm-
-entaries; you are
a world class grade A
moron, with absolutly
zero haiku skills
(a double haiku)
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 06, 2002 at 19:54:49 (PST)
keep trying weezer
your getting better each time
very good effort
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 06, 2002 at 17:03:13 (PST)
ill get you my ugly!
and your hippopotamus too!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 06, 2002 at 09:25:20 (PST)
all your base are belong to us
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 23:02:27 (PST)
I love you
marry me
Eve
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 18:21:29 (PST)
"In Dolphin Heaven"
The dolphin swims so peacefully
out past the lighthouse
moving swiftly around rocks
a freedom unattainable
a feeling only dreamt
like clouds move across the rainy sky
the heavens meet
a distance unmeasured
a journey to the soul
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 14:36:53 (PST)
you son of a bitches
making fun of weezer better stop the shit
come on back weezer
if you wanna try to learn how to write haikus
then its cool to do it here
don't listen to them
and always remember what meat loaf said
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 14:31:21 (PST)
death to the dolphin
poet, may he be caught in
a big tuna net
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 12:54:47 (PST)
Sugar so so sweet
you must be from some third world country
the way you preserve and cook meat
I could join lynyrd skynyrd right now
I got so many fucked up teeth
sugar
so so sweet
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 10:48:35 (PST)
"freedom song of the dolphin"
Dolphin jumping
misty flight
water displacement
beautiful nature
white meat
blue sky
blue sea
clouds so high
ocean so deep
dolphin speaking
I know what it means
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 04:40:40 (PST)
"how can I get rid of you"
my every single move
your what I want to lose
theres no entertainment
get a life watch dog
the shows over
I can't go on living for you
find something else to believe in
some other power to harness
someone or something else to cage
I can't lay down and die for your cause
if you keep following me around
if you keep fucking with me
I'm gonna kill you and rip the microchip out of under your skin
and find a rodent to implant your identy in
hoping it gets infected
let go of the leash
let go of the chain
my soul is free
you don't want to die in vain
I don't care if you do
when you drive me insane
your going to know I never wanted you
when you can no longer feel any pain
don't listen for my song
or a word I might say
cause I'm gonna fucking kill you
before I fade away
all's I want is freedom
and guess who's in my way
I've tried every way to tell you
but I can't be your friend
when you never go away
so when the reaper takes you
to him
you I will trade
I might lose something
but you'll be gone away
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 04:19:16 (PST)
"The innocent public"
radio active
contaminated dolphin
dioxin surprise
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 03:47:57 (PST)
"The surprise is in how many licks does it get to the bottom of the scale"
I've tried to connect with everyone of your personalities
for I felt thats what a soulmate might do
how long before its to late
your whorescope said your a fool
you still have time to lie to me
where have you been and what did you do
standing there like a porn queen
in your dolphin skin boots
maybe they should change your medication
because there is no sense in anything
you say or do.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 02:52:57 (PST)
"Quit shooting up"
anti drug anti you
Quit shooting up
and see if the stoves leaking gas
the dolphin poems suck
but you can stiil analize them to fuck
I desercrated my name to get rid of you
your still here
time for plan nuber two
quit shooting up
your as stupid as can be
theres no way to have a conversation cause your mind is to free
free of knowledge and a little bit of brains
don't it feel good
not to know anyfuckingthing
your just a crackhead a waste of life
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 00:12:51 (PST)
sober up theres a dolphin on the couch
thats why I don't like living in this boat house
yeah I know Noah would've died for this set up
but lets move to higher ground before our hands and feet start to web up
no need to get up theres a dolphin in the stew
a little bit of sugar and its radioactive too
I don't love you
I love a girl named Nicole
so theres no need to wash off your little dung hole
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 00:07:23 (PST)
"Dolphin Breast"
Sweet baby rays barbicue sauce
grill smoking burning hot
ice cold beer off the boat
potato salad without eggs
in her bathing suit she collects rays
Dolphin breast and fin kabobs
cooking out is a fun job
microwaved seaweed greens
sand of the ocean
grit in my teeth
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 00:00:47 (PST)
"A dolphin named Alice"
Swim swim
around and around
jump thru his hoops
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 23:54:18 (PST)
oh my sintillaitngly supine siren of the sky!
how your words bring me low!
send another my way,
oh verbal beauty of heaven!
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 17:44:08 (PST)
it's something to do
so sit and wait
a compromise and a bag of chips
I can't remember it all
so forgive me
I'm just curious
letting it get the best of me
garage sale srendipity
yes there is some pity
down here
somewhere
it all adds up
can't figure it all out
but maybe the chick with the orange face
on this 40's ad can help
neurotic ---> off the deep end
it's just the beginning
melted violin
fully concrete
chocolate wall and 5 rhinos
on the ground
there just isn't enough paper in the world
radio tower
so what if our genius begins to make stuff move
befriend it
accept it
make it dinner
and move
move
move
move
Eve
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 14:53:11 (PST)
Who the hell do you think you are
using her holy name
when you are not even in her cult
not even one of her followers
have not paid your dues to her beauty
and don't even know where to believe
you have a lot of fucking nerve
and balls of steel
knee before her and worship the true god
before all gods a Goddess look and see
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 02:40:44 (PST)
Swim away
be free
go my little friend
live in nature
you'll be happier here
in your new home
SPLAT!!
Damn,its cold up here
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 02:34:50 (PST)
"One of the ports forgotten"
They dont grow very big over there
on that island we nuked
but they sure look good
her name was'nt Maria
but for a hundred bucks it could be
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 02:24:42 (PST)
"Oh Yeah"
Latino women
the hottest on the planet
hot passion baked
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 01:51:48 (PST)
your biggest mistake was letting her read me
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 01:41:04 (PST)
"I don't like that Dolphin Christ Shit"
Worshiping Dolphins
come on get over it
I don't like that dolphin Christ shit
believing that they are God
and neither one has tits
could this be as bad as it gets
nothing to believe in
'cept in fer
theys all just fish
when your reincarnated into worm food
you can't swim and jump and do tricks
I don't like that Dolphin christ shit
the oceans not really heaven
but a place to dump anything toxic
I don't like this Dolphin christ shit
when you die and they use some of your body parts
to keep mental patients alive for the government to continue to support them
your not going to come back as god
swimming and flipping around in liquid shit
I don't like this dolphin christ shit
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 01:38:42 (PST)
"As Free as the Dolphins Swim"
Floating freedom
every wave ripples across the water color sky
nothing else matters in the warm sun
as free as the dolphins swim
in that aborted frame of mind
unchained armour
lost in heaven wire frame
sound echoes
double plated splash
Anonymous
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 01:21:15 (PST)
"Writing Dolphin Poetry in the Aeolian Mode"
The Bubbled fog clouded
seaweed phases
an inspirational revelation flanged
to the freedom lies
dive sound bleed speed
changing the angle of attack
shallow death seeds deep
dorian
dorian
chromatic is as clean an answer
as she seems
DOLPHINS NOW
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 01:11:38 (PST)
"The free spirit of the Dolphin"
It moves with freedom
where it wants
wherever it needs
so beautiful
not like Pam Anderson
but as in nature
it can float past the clouds
a spirit so free
xoxoxoxo
XOXOXOXO
Award winning dolphin poetry
- Monday, March 04, 2002 at 00:49:32 (PST)
Georgia Funeral Home:
Bodies in the woods
and under the house--wonder
how you sleep at night?
(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 20:21:11 (PST)
oh so uncouth, yet
so very tragic, i cant
help loving that bum
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 20:19:39 (PST)
The dolphin lord swims in fusion of heaven and hell
swim swim my heart only sees sea weed
my pulse belches with whale shit
the lord is rusting
will we ever find gold
splash around in the grit of the beach
reincarnated
when I come back and see your a starfish
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 19:01:25 (PST)
I want swim with the dolphins
in the ocean and the sea
I want to fly to outter space
like a dolphin reindeer with ski's
we cant find anything that heres doing wrong
except everything he does
let that be our song
I want to be a reborn dolphin
from the planet alantis
I want to swim with god in heaven
under neath the sun
in the warm summer waters
where all the drugs are smuggled
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 18:58:14 (PST)
I don't need a shoulder to cry on anymore.
I've dryed my tears, They'll shed no more.
you've shattered my heart.
I'm slowly putting the peace's together again.
You Weekend My trust, but it's becoming strong again
You've made a fool of me, But i'll no longer be fooled
Lil Sweetz
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 16:52:36 (PST)
"Code breaker"
How's the investigation going baby?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 04:30:05 (PST)
you don't own me
my free soul
I just came back
to shove it down your throat
you don't rule me
my every move
read into my words
analize manipulate
its just a little to late
you don't even know me
thats all I got to say
and if your looking for the real thing
then baby
your on the wrong page
this is'nt art no more
this is criticism and war
your gonna read into
a reflection of your minds open sores
diseased with hatred
closed to anything
you ever stood for
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 04:29:11 (PST)
"She"
She came to me
pregnant and abused
said she was tired of bieng used.
she came to me broken
nothing she could do
said she rather die than be your fool.
she came to me only because of you
when everything you gave her was far from the truth
roller coaster ride of emotional spew.
She looks out the window and I see it in her eyes
she'll never get over it
you really fucked with her mind.
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 04:15:21 (PST)
"Ocean Reincarnation"
when I die
when I'm gone
I'll come back as a dolphin
everyday I will swim and have fun
a complete circle
life will be
continuous
in the ocean free
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 04:01:52 (PST)
~Web-Cam Girl~
Only seen her picture
Never heard her voice
Wonder if she wonders
Who’s watching her
Who has seen her
Does she know I’m watching
Does she know she makes my heart skip
Does she know she’s in my dreams
Just a web-cam girl
A world away
And yet every night
There I am
Online waiting
Online watching
Is it normal
Can anything be normal
The world a different place
Than it was back when
You met a girl in real life
Fell in love in real life
Only seen her picture
Have yet to hear her voice
Web-cam girl I need you
Just like the thousands of others
They watch
I watch
But do you know
Can you know
I’m here
kenneth
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 03:17:17 (PST)
Jim Varney:
No more Ernest films.
Perhaps you will find your fame
in France witrh Jerry.
(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 00:31:58 (PST)
ELIZBETH -- it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno 1 and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet -- if a poet -- in persuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less -- in short 's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school --
Called -- I forget the heathenish Greek name --
[Called anything, its meaning is the same]
"Always write first things uppermost in the heart."
edgar allen poe
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 00:30:53 (PST)
i dont do acros-
tics, cuz they drive me off my
rocker, stupid form
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 00:28:52 (PST)
No one but Maria
heart hurt inside
undying lust never ends
her song always there
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 23:12:36 (PST)
under Maria's spell
midnight curly hair
sad eyes move me to feeling
long and beautiful
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 23:06:29 (PST)
weezer could'nt write a haiku if you helped them.
they like our friend travis can't even write a song
now put on the bunny ears and the french maid outfit and get me some dinner.
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 16:58:21 (PST)
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Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 15:53:09 (PST)
praise to the regul-
ars who come to this site to
post, yall rock my world
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 12:01:51 (PST)
meerly stating that
weezer writes in haiku is
not thieving from them
therefore get off *YOUR*
bum and stop repressing the
masses, you sea-cow
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 12:00:40 (PST)
Why Is There not Enough Space To Be Free?
should I take back what was tooken from me, the right to live free,
with out having to walk down the street,
looking over my back,
looking for that some one,
who is looking for a purse to snatch,
No there is no way to live free,
everyday some one is disrespected,a child is neglected,some one pulls out a gun,
in the middle of the street,
not knowing who that bullet is going to meet,
"Again is there enough space to be free"?
As we have entered the twenty-first century,
we've endured a great lost to this nation already,
polititions, journalist, lawyers, doctors, teachers, house wives, the unemployed, children,drug dealers, drug users, alcoholics, homeless, blacks, whites
who ever where ever no one was able to stop this,
so now we must fight,
I am not free you are not free this nation is not free.
there is not enough space to be free and I ask my self why?
answer no one no where has stepped up and tryed.
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 09:38:52 (PST)
"Oh the Beautiful Dolphin"
Oh the beautiful dolphin sings
a song of happiness
and seems to say yes
to another treat of fish
Oh the beautiful dolphin jumps
and splashes in the sun
swims backwards on its back
open that can of tuna and see if he wants some
Oh the beautiful dolphin flys
out into the air
right thru the oil slick
he does'nt have a care.
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 04:18:27 (PST)
"I found your Mom"
I found your mom on the internet
and shes as ugly as can be
Yeah,I found your mom on the internet
wish she would stop writing to me
not only is the bitch crazy
she smells like shes overdosed on beans
I found your mom on the shitter-net
but shes not what I would call a dream
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 04:08:26 (PST)
DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 00:07:02 (PST)
DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 00:06:54 (PST)
"a rose is still a rose"
oh so beautiful
all of that and even more
contest is over
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 21:13:25 (PST)
"Flush it"
why steal from weezer
when shit you write is better
no need for thieving
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 21:09:08 (PST)
"Stuck up"
not talking to you
panties are all in a knot
nose up in the air
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 20:54:20 (PST)
"making up some more"
now get off yer ass
and go get me a beer
please honey pie
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 17:28:12 (PST)
Yes you are but a Goddess
and she is an uncouth,
crude,ill-bred flea market peasant
lucky to be sold in an ebay auction
on a good day
not a sonnet
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 17:26:35 (PST)
Did you make his dinner?
Did you get him a beer?
He treated me so much better,
then he ever treated you, dear.
He says my name
the way it's supposed to be.
You will never get the same,
respect he has for me.
So how do you like it?
Having no control?
To him, you are shit,
and I'm still beautiful.
Angelique Syn .............so i hear your names been upgrated
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 14:22:30 (PST)
her hands were tinged
with this odd color crimson
might as well have the "A"
right on her chest
child in hand
somehow they've go to see
we must ignore
what we cannot
believe
(Not a Haiku)
Pretynd
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 14:18:15 (PST)
insipid ugly
buffoon, i did not steal from
weezer, you lame-ass
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 13:13:45 (PST)
I'm shipping out
to the war
this is goodbye
my lovely whore
all the time
we spent before
will be a memory
until we meet once more
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 11:45:47 (PST)
I think that wearing that gold band only when your out with me makes people think we are married and also fucks with my head too
its classic I give your checkmate a 10.3
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 04:57:46 (PST)
"When ideas fail, words come in very handy. "
Goethe {1749-1832}
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 01:59:34 (PST)
DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Friday, March 01, 2002 at 00:07:06 (PST)
"pretty darn lame"
you stole from weezer
ha ha ha ha ha loser
you stole from weezer
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 21:17:23 (PST)
its is two sylables
so the lord is going to piss down yer throat
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 19:28:33 (PST)
so nyah to you, you
stupid rotting excuse for
a postal worker
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 18:44:30 (PST)
i didnt claim it
was my own writings, meerly
that its a haiku
(you idiot!)
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 18:43:55 (PST)
"Postal Worker"
Slower and slower
losing the mail up the ass
now walking funny
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 15:03:21 (PST)
"A positive No No"
Do not steal lyrics
it is still plagerism
ripping off weezer
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 14:55:52 (PST)
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