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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)


H
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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)


oh oh i look just
like buddy holly, and youre
mary tyler moore!

(it IS a haiku afterall)
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 28, 2002 at 08:58:30 (PST)


"Suicidal"

I wish I was dead
this shit life really sucks
there is no reason

Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 23:29:37 (PST)


"Cheater"

Fuck around on me
every hear of honesty
lie thru your teeth
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 23:22:46 (PST)


American Poet

well lets see we got
nixon manson and britney
all american
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 23:17:28 (PST)


Dream Girl

shes no mexician
but looks close enough for me
hell yeah looking good

Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 23:13:44 (PST)


"Making up"

your no wife for me
I had to cook my dinner
jsut massage my feet
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 23:11:14 (PST)


lazy

just to stoned to play
thinking notes and chord changes
guitars out of reach
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 23:09:33 (PST)


"Our love in the summer"


go fuck yourself then
nasty rotten fucking bitch
you can just fuck off
gimmie an H
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 22:56:33 (PST)


Rev 9:1 And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a flowered star fall from heaven unto the earth a milestone from the nuculear plant : and to satan was given the key of the bottomless pit

Rev 9:2 And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great volocano; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the snakepit

Rev 9:3 And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth: and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power.and the power was that of eleven turns of the mushroom sundial against the sounds of the devils gibson guitars the horns could be seen thru shadows in darkness.

Rev 9:4 And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree;nor the green eyed whores but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads or in the skin a microchip bearing thier nameplates,until the donuts were made with a jelly as red as the blood of a bat and would only have been brought forth from the seven eleven

Rev 9:5 And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a mans cattle and running up his cell phone bill in anger over his snapple stock loss.

Rev 9:6 And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them and die a death sentance equal to the toss of the dice.

Rev 9:7 And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of alicia silverstone.

Rev 9:8 And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions and money out the ass.

Rev 9:9 And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle and tee tops in the camaro with a 350.

Rev 9:10 And they had tails like unto scorpions spoilers, and there were stings in their tails: and their power was to hurt men five months and its name plate said chevrolet.

Rev 9:11 And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is wArm blond, but in the Greek tongue hath her name mAmasita.

Rev 9:12 One woe is past; and, behold, there come two woes more hereafter.

Rev 9:13 And the sixth angel sounded, and I heard a voice from the four horns of the golden altar which is before God her mane with a handful of leads,

Rev 9:14 Saying to the sixth angel which had the trumpet, Loose the four angels which are bound in the great river Euphrates for they have not blue eye camara lens.

Rev 9:15 And the four angels were loosed, which were prepared for an hour, and a day, and a month, and a year, for to slay the third part of war world II.

Rev 9:16 And the number of the army of the horsemen were two hundred thousand thousand: and I heard the number of them.

Rev 9:17 And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions; and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.

Rev 9:18 By these three was the third part of men killed, by the fire, and by the smoke, and by the brimstone, which issued out of their mouths.

Rev 9:19 For their power is in their mouth, and in their tails: for their tails were like unto serpents, and had heads, and with them they do hurt.

Rev 9:20 And the rest of the men which were not killed by these plagues yet repented not of the works of their hands, that they should not worship devils, and idols of gold, and silver, and brass, and stone, and of wood: which neither can see, nor hear, nor walk:

Rev 9:21 Neither repented they of their murders, nor of their sorceries, nor of their fornication, nor of their thefts.
say NO to acid rain in poetry
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 22:40:05 (PST)


why didn't you try
a rejection

you know it may not even be brick
it wasn't worth it to stick it out

hey, at least it's better than greens

I'm not ready for the ring
Eve
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 22:13:15 (PST)


Jimmy Hoffa:

Feet stuck in cement.
You should have kept your mouth shut.
Sleep with the fishes.

(a haiku)
the REAL haiku queen
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 20:16:00 (PST)


Wade enyart:

you stupid loser:
why dont you fucking kill your-
self already; die

(a real haiku this time)
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 20:09:53 (PST)


Wade Enyart:

you stupid fucking
loser; why dont you
just get high and die?

(a haiku)

Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 19:48:25 (PST)


oh wait, let me guesss--denied?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 16:35:28 (PST)


Look at your game, Girl


There's a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you're loving baby
But all your doing is crying

CHORUS:

Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl

What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game

The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves' not enough
If it can't be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you

CHORUS

Can you feel
I know those feelings ain't real
Then you better stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying

That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game
Charles Manson
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 15:27:55 (PST)


"The poetry will prove you are mentally disabled"

Its ok folks
just keep sending your money to the church of wonderland
the end is not near
it is not the mark of the beast inside you
a sore throated robin

When I kill you
I will tear out your microchip from under your skin and implant it into a rodent
not really caring if it becomes infected
exactly
like you have ripped out my heart again and again
duct tape sculptures and slave song valentines
everyones the blame
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 01:10:52 (PST)


Denied!!!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 27, 2002 at 00:07:16 (PST)


Mad Alice's Wild Rice Soup

Recipe By : Dunghanrach Stoneware Pottery
Serving Size : 1 Preparation Time :0:00
Categories : Soups & Stews

Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method
-------- ------------ --------------------------------
2 cups wild rice -- cooked
2 tbls butter
1 tbls chopped onion or leek
1/4 cup flour
4 cups chicken broth
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup cream
2 tbls white or red wine
parsley -- minced
1 can mushsrooms -- (4 oz)
1/3 cup carrots -- grated
1/2 cup almonds -- slivered

To cook rice and add 2/3 cup wild rice to 1 1/3 cup water in sauce pan,
bring to boil, turn to simmer. Cover and cook 45 to 55 minutes or until
most of kernels have popped. Pre-heat over to 350 degrees, melt butter
in sauce pan and saute onions until transparent, blend in flour and
gradually add broth. Cook-stir until mix thickens slightly. Stir in
rice and salt and simmer about 5 minutes. Transfer to soup tureen and
blend in cream. Place in oven (20 to 30 min) Remove to base and garnish
with slivered almonds and grated carrots.
(Makes 6 to 7 cups.
You will wish you had made a double batch.)

NOTE: I always use fresh mushrooms when I make this soup. Usually using
about 1 pound (sliced). I have also substitued canned condensed milk for the cream or used half and half.
all alice all the time
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 23:34:39 (PST)


"Crazier than dogshit"

Dirty bag lady
parking lot panhandler
just out of needles
gimmie a H
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 23:07:53 (PST)


aLiCE In WoNDeRLAnd
he dulls my heartbeat with the side of seat
I am grotesque I think
but he calls me beautiful and I listen to him breathe

I have no choice sometimes
my lungs can only hold in so much air

between drags of that cigarette my heartbeat becomes the only predictible thing
he can confide in

I smell me on his clothes when he gets in to bed as I lean against the headboard
and press my face against his chest
I feel like Alice in Wonderland,his heartbeat is my looking glass

I ask him if he wants anything, I can't sleep, I'm hungary
he says no and I can't help but wonder if it is my heart that satiates him

I am his pink lipped glass doll with a magnetic heartbeat that sounds like rain
against his window
By ZoE
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 22:13:55 (PST)


he was a poet?
ewwww
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 09:16:35 (PST)


Can anyone help me find
the poetry of Richard Milhous Nixon on the net
I know its in book form but I would like to find an online version since my report is due tomorrow.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 00:59:19 (PST)


Denied!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 00:07:06 (PST)


Denied!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 00:06:53 (PST)


Denied!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 26, 2002 at 00:06:18 (PST)


Shel Silverstein:

the sidewalk's ended
and the attic's light burned out
the tree stopped giving

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Monday, February 25, 2002 at 21:37:59 (PST)


just like how my car misses me when hes stuck in the office parking garage all day. oh for the mesas of west texas.
Anonymous
- Monday, February 25, 2002 at 21:22:29 (PST)


I still wonder if beds miss us
when we're awake
Eve
- Monday, February 25, 2002 at 21:18:20 (PST)


I read your poetry,and in every line there was truth in my heart.
every part of my soul with each word I read.
All I can say is thank you for
letting my soul experience such truth,for experiencing the pain I have felt and never been quite able to say,Never been able to give words or meaning to my pain and that of which you did astounds me.All the right words in every line and phrase you truly have a
gift.
- Monday, February 25, 2002 at 21:09:52 (PST)


uh
jag kommer att somna
o jag fattar inget av souptrain o litterbox
men nåra haiku var ganska fina


K
- Monday, February 25, 2002 at 14:12:32 (PST)


DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Monday, February 25, 2002 at 00:07:05 (PST)


ha...
remember those days
when we
were still shining?
hadnt been rubbed off yet
and we wrote
and we had
in our hands
the ability to be
beyond the literature?
when everything
was an expression
of art and originality
and not everything was
behind the veil of
commas and essay formats
and the almighty thesis?
god the beauty poured
in brilliant shards of light
and promise


I need an editor
Pretynd
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 21:18:17 (PST)


yes
you better make sure you know what you're talking about
before you open

that

big

mouth
Eve
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 13:52:04 (PST)


That would be
a
NEGATIVE
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 13:09:04 (PST)


a pancake a day
wont keep doc away--try a
restraining order
rebekah
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 11:48:51 (PST)


POST YOUR PANCAKE HAIKU!!!!
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 09:49:11 (PST)


Peter Cotton-tail,
Fuck sneaking into gardens,
I got me pancakes.
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 09:48:16 (PST)


Christopher Columbus:

Your discovery
led to the death of millions
and glory for you.

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 09:46:45 (PST)


DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 24, 2002 at 00:07:02 (PST)


Denied
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 22:28:20 (PST)


can anyone here read dammit?
I wonder that wherever I am
work, home, school, here
its all the same.
maybe the question I should be asking is
DOES anyone here read?
yes, the uninformed really piss me off.
Pretynd
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 20:27:27 (PST)


DENIED!
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 17:23:28 (PST)


you forbid me? you asshole! die!
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 16:44:40 (PST)


DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 12:28:27 (PST)


HA HAH HAHAAHAHAH HA AHHH HAH HA

DENIED
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 12:15:23 (PST)


DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 23, 2002 at 12:14:44 (PST)


Denied
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 22:38:56 (PST)


lmafao!
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 20:11:45 (PST)


Jeffrey Dahmer:

your baloney had
a first name and family
or did you forget?

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 16:49:58 (PST)


QUESTION DEMONSTRATIVE SENTENCES
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 11:41:47 (PST)


was that interrogative, or declarative?
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 11:14:09 (PST)


DENIED!!!
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 06:50:04 (PST)


DENIED!!
Anonymous
- Friday, February 22, 2002 at 01:06:01 (PST)


oh once a day,
I thought is said once a dar!!
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 21, 2002 at 16:44:28 (PST)


feeding cancer to the hungry
giving them a place to stay
breathe asbestoes fresh air
eat the paint chips to deaden the brain

feeding cancer to the monkey
battery of tests on the little stain
preach the lies they told you
follow the god pimp anywhere
all the way anything

feeding cancer to the lovely
very talented slave to shame
breeding sickness in a hurry
as it eats away
your brain cells drained
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 21, 2002 at 14:27:19 (PST)


Charles Schulz:

Finally achieved
that rare comic irony
not found in Peanuts.

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 21, 2002 at 14:02:54 (PST)


"Greensleeves"

I read your poetry,and in every line there was truth in my heart.
every part of my soul with each word I read.
All I can say is thank you for
letting my soul experience such truth,for experiencing the pain I have felt and never been quite able to say,Never been able to give words or meaning to my pain and that of which you did astounds me.All the right words in every line and phrase you truly have a gift.

union maid
- Thursday, February 21, 2002 at 00:55:21 (PST)


ten to one

thoughts of Maria
to far away to live a dream
believe in seeing
have you ever held love and just let it go
once had everything
then it was gone
theres only one
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 21, 2002 at 00:26:43 (PST)


they sit there looking and wondering
what is going on in his head
is he thinking what they think he may be thinking
is he wondering why they are staring
why doesn't he stare
why doesn't he look
does he have a plan
does he have an agenda
can they know
will they ever


Anonymous
- Thursday, February 21, 2002 at 00:02:28 (PST)


ENTER PISCES
The Lair of Neptune
- Wednesday, February 20, 2002 at 21:20:31 (PST)


a surprise in the music
Eve
- Wednesday, February 20, 2002 at 20:33:53 (PST)


Rick Rockwells Dignity:

That's just what you get
when you try to buy a bride
on the Fox Network

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 20, 2002 at 15:08:38 (PST)


why?
do i never know what your talking about?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 20, 2002 at 12:55:26 (PST)


"Who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot?"

I read your poetry,and in every line there was truth in my heart.
every part of my soul with each word I read.
All I can say is thank you for
letting my soul experience such truth,for experiencing the pain I have felt and never been quite able to say,Never been able to give words or meaning to my pain and that of which you did astounds me.All the right words in every line and phrase you truly have a gift.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 20, 2002 at 01:50:08 (PST)


everybodys favorite cat cassie
and the midnight soldiers
say hello to shitbox
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 20, 2002 at 01:44:09 (PST)


calling
calling
calling it

come on down and light me up
Eve
- Tuesday, February 19, 2002 at 19:57:37 (PST)


Nostradamus:

Could you have foreseen
cell phones, ice cream, cyber-porn?
Just what DID you see?

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 19, 2002 at 17:22:16 (PST)


you shit!
haiku is 5-7-5
not 5-9-whatever
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 19, 2002 at 17:19:13 (PST)


a little bit of Ben and Jerry's stool softner
and she take it up the "C" drive
said the lord of the tabernacle chior

you can be the soap opera that could
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 19, 2002 at 12:32:37 (PST)


AHHH, Mental Patient Poetry!
Anonymous
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 21:43:14 (PST)


Alright you son of a bitch
when you make fun of spyders great big ass
you are sinning in the eyes of the lord henry f nixon
you choose the satan for your webmaster
and will die in a puke bath of desecration
Anonymous
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 21:41:48 (PST)


"Diets don't work for Spyder"

Eating is much fun
dinner time is never ever done
eight big rolls of fat
Anonymous
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 21:35:47 (PST)


"Spyder"
Spyder has a great big ass
the liposuction was a waste of mula
because when they sucked it out of her humongous ass
she ate the shit
Another
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 21:30:54 (PST)


Marie Curie:

Your heavenly glow
Is not from celestial light
But radiation

(a haiku)
Anonymous
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 21:05:43 (PST)


I'm not going back to prison cried the Secret Sequestered Saint Buddah dolphin
Unashamed he was still a Clown man of the cloth
and the dynamo sea parted for the insect as he splashed around mimicking
his government in the eyes of the chump lord
in the shallow basin of the american standard enlongated bowl proped right next to the monumental Cat Box
he was malested by the eleven ministers choosen before the army of the lord
he would not go get his cards read to him
and only bought his herion from the musical physicianer
who was in stiff compition with the infamous newly sanctified root doctor
an anecdote was an anecdote and he prayed a reluctant prayer

someday if all went well he would be an tumorous ordianed bishop,
he wore his nazi uniform and a walkman to the prayer meetings against barbie god and his country
yes barbies panties had a picture of alice cooper on them and lined with fur because it was winter you know

Barbie was the biggest rat head in the midwest
and earned her respect from groupies one and two
she called them her bitches

one day at a demonstration against am radio/pro college stations parade after smoking crack outta the antenna he got engaged via email and married before the father son and holy ghost at the elvis online website
only using a visa to fill up the golden cup

bang a gong
The Reverend Johnny Francis Nicolas Hollywood
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 21:03:53 (PST)


"Gods watching over you"

The lords root doctor
had the voodoo hex spells
he bought from the marsh cremitorium
with the monies left over from the hitlers newphew blackmail scam
see hitlers newphews made a pact not to reproduce
but they did and the oven was sinful
D day was coming soon
only months away
so when I asked god for a miracle he sent you
standing in the garden of hell
playing songs that'll never get you into heaven
the dog food company and the chinese restraunts for miles around will go under said the diabolical
sammy davis junior wanna be
I will go see the scary movie
made about the hillbilly fuck
and I bet there will be black actors in this one
how far is it to heaven?
how far is it to heaven?
the ovens broke have some dirt and wood chips
spread them over that spot on the rug
vacuum memorial
charlie manson told you to do this did'nt he?
did'nt he?
marching to the lord we went
a miriacle it truly is
the way you love me with no heart
WHooPs
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 13:48:40 (PST)


the lords root doctor
had the voodoo hex spells
he bought from the marsh cremitorium
with the monies left over from the hitlers newphew blackmail scam
see hitlers newphews made a pact not to reproduce
but they did and the oven was sinful
D day was coming soon
only months away
so when I asked god for a miracle he sent you
standing in the garden of hell
playing songs that'll never get you into heaven
the dog food company and the chinese restraunts for miles around will go under said the diabolical
sammy davis junior wanna be
I will go see the scary movie
made about the hillbilly fuck
and I bet there will be black actors in this one
how far is it to heaven?
how far is it to heaven?
the ovens broke have some dirt and wood chips
spread them over that spot on the rug
vacuum memorial
charlie manson told you to do this did'nt he?
did'nt he?
marching to the lord we went
a miriacle it truly is
the way you love me with no heart
Anonymous
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 13:45:15 (PST)


"A slap on the ass"

Come here baby,
yeah
you don't have to take his shit
I'm here for you
gimmie a little kiss kiss
mmm

your so pretty when you pout
hot

put on the bunny ears
Now cook my dinner and get me a beer
Anonymous
- Monday, February 18, 2002 at 13:29:05 (PST)


Can I be your wallpaper?
Eve
- Sunday, February 17, 2002 at 23:28:06 (PST)


happy anti-valentines day
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 17, 2002 at 22:18:48 (PST)


Come here baby,
yeah
you don't have to take his shit
I'm here for you
gimmie a little kiss kiss
mmm

your so pretty when you pout
hot

Now cook my dinner and get me a beer
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 17, 2002 at 05:42:27 (PST)


Alice starts speaking out some bizarre equations...

"Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is -- oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!"

Alice is correct. 4*5=12... when expressed in base 18. Bases are different standards by which numbers are measured. We count in base 10, computers count in base 2 (a.k.a. binary). HTML colors are in base 16 (a.k.a. hexadecimal, like 1F(b16) is 31(b10)). So anyway, following this pattern...

4*5=12 (b18)
4*6=13 (b21)
4*7=14 (b24)
4*8=15 (b27)
4*9=16 (b30)
4*10=17 (b33)
4*11=18 (b36)
4*12=19 (b39)
4*13=1A (b42) (or about 32(b10) short of 20). The equation falls apart here. Alice will never get to 20 at this rate.
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 17, 2002 at 05:04:52 (PST)


"CLOSED EYES"

Put a bullet in my head
I wish now that I was dead
take back all you said
You did'nt mean the I love you's

Put a knife in my heart
tear the whole world apart
at some point you gotta start
lieing to cover up the lies
don't you

Put my tounge in your ear
hold me close hold me near
theres only love to fear
and the kisses of abandonment
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 21:24:46 (PST)


you go girl
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 19:54:43 (PST)


hoes got more then the average bitch
alice went to wonderland lookin for some new ass
and she found the Cheshire Cat
considering the fact that he wasnt the average cat
she followed him and played his game soshe could get some of that
the Chesire cat got so jelouse that he got played
so he started pandoras box so everyone else could complain
couse u see misery loves compony
and thats all the mad hatter had to say
Mad Hatter
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 19:50:25 (PST)


You can't see the cancer
its all on the inside
you want me to be the answer
your defense to survive

Blank stares compared to
if my thoughts get around to
asking you
how many endings it takes....
just to get by

Manipulated,interagated
used up
set up for the blame
railroaded till my mind is black and blue

Done wrong by everything I ever loved
no one to pray to up above
alone on trial in hell
I wish it was'nt true

Down the longest road
down the longest road
without a trace
I'm done and rid of you
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 19:48:57 (PST)


lttle girl traped in a body
dont know what to do with it
lost and alone
memories floating past
long lost lovers sit and laugh
as she sits and cries
no one cares when she weeps
no one wants to see her at all
this is to all u hoes who think u r something in the world but in ur one twisted mind know ur a piece shit
The Angel/beeky hater and all u peopole like her, u know who u r
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 19:30:59 (PST)


wonder if the woods will ever be quiet after this
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 19:26:07 (PST)


Decomposing Bodies Found at Crematory
By ROBERT D. McFADDEN


OBLE, Ga., Feb. 16 — Every funeral director for 100 miles did business with the Tri-State Crematory on the assumption that the owners were doing their job of transforming dead bodies into ashes. But today, horrified authorities discovered decomposing evidence that the furnace at the crematory had not worked for years.

After a dog walker stumbled over a skull on Friday, law enforcement officers discovered at least 120 rotting corpses in sheds and on the ground near the crematory, and state officials said that that figure could double by the time the area is fully excavated. Some of the bodies had been there for years and were nearly skeletal, while others, fresh from the funeral home, still bore toe tags.

Human bones, weathered white, were scattered through the woods like leaves, skulls mixed with leg bones in a ghoulish jumble that one state trooper compared to a scene from a Stephen King novel. An infant's body was found in a box in the back of a rusting hearse.

Some bodies had become mummified and may have been at the site more than 20 years, said Dr. Kris Sperry, Georgia's chief medical examiner. Nearly two dozen coffins that had once been buried were also found on the ground, Dr. Sperry said, and in some cases their embalmed contents had been dragged out and left exposed to the elements for years. It was unclear why those bodies were at the site.

Officials said there was no foul play involved. But even hardened law enforcement officers were left shaken and nauseated by the sight that greeted them in the sheds.

"There were bodies stacked like cordwood, just discarded and thrown in a pile," said Vernon Keenan, assistant director of the Georgia Bureau of Investigation. "After 30 years in law enforcement, you think you've seen everything. And then you see something you can't even imagine."

Dr. Sperry, who deals with corpses every day, said nothing in his experience prepared him for what he saw today.

"I have to say, the utter lack of respect in which they were piled on top of one another was very disturbing," he said.

State officials, who declared Walker County a disaster area to enable state funds to be spent on the cleanup, said that apparently the furnace had broken down several years ago and the owners could not afford repairs. The crematory's manager, Ray Brent Marsh, 28, was charged with five counts of theft by deception and was in the county jail tonight. His parents, Ray and Clara Marsh, who own the business, were not charged.

Mr. Keenan said the fraud charges were necessary because the state does not have any laws barring such treatment of corpses.

"We have laws against desecrating graves, but we can't find one against desecration of bodies," he said. "I guess nobody in the Legislature ever thought something like this could happen."

In many cases, families who thought their relatives had been cremated received urns containing what they believed were ashes, were in fact a mixture of burned wood chips and dirt, officials said. The Georgia Bureau of Investigation urged any families who had received urns through Tri-State to bring them in for examination.

By nightfall, officials had tagged and numbered 80 bodies, and planned to continue their task throughout the week. Earth-moving equipment was ordered, and there was talk of draining a lake on the crematory's property to see what might be on the bottom.

Thirteen bodies were fresh enough to be identified, and some of the families who were notified gathered at a nearby church to exchange tales of shock.

Neva and Tim Mason, accountants who live in nearby La Fayette, were told on Friday night that the body of Mr. Mason's father, Luther P. Mason, had been found. Luther Mason died on Dec. 19, Neva Mason said, and the family believed he had been cremated and his ashes buried at La Fayette Memory Gardens, just down Highway 27 from Noble.

They had had a ceremony at the cemetery, she said, and were shocked to hear that his body had been found bearing a toe tag.

"He was stacked in a barn," Mrs. Mason said. "We don't know if he was stacked on top of people or with people stacked on top of him. We don't know if he was wearing clothes. I don't know what's worse, him dying, or this."

The Masons, like almost everyone else in this small town in northwest Georgia, 17 miles south of Chattanooga, knew the Marsh family and never had any reason to suspect that anything was awry at the crematory.

"I've known the Marshes all my life," Mrs. Mason said. "My brother graduated college with Brent. They're wonderful people. Mrs. Marsh helped hundreds of kids in this area."

Clara Marsh, a local schoolteacher, was president of the Walker County Association of Educators and chairwoman of the Walker County Democratic Committee. Ray Brent Marsh was active in local civic affairs, and Sheriff Steve Wilson said he served with Mr. Marsh on several boards and commissions.

The authorities set up a makeshift morgue on the site today, and began removing the newer bodies to a nearby site where families can come and identify them.

At least 20 funeral homes that may have sent bodies to the Tri-State Crematory over the last six years were contacted and asked to review their records in hopes of identifying many of the corpses, but Mr. Keenan said he believed many of the remains would never be identified.

Although all crematoriums and funeral homes are supposed to be inspected regularly, state officials said Georgia has only two inspectors, and could not provide records today of the last inspection of Tri-State.

W. E. McGill, who was the elected Walker County coroner for 23 years until his retirement in 2000, said that Tri-State Crematory had operated illegally for a decade by not having a licensed funeral director on its premises during business hours, as required by a state law passed in 1992. He said the crematory also failed to meet various state sanitation requirements.

"I filed complaints, but nothing was ever done about it," Mr. McGill said.

Mr. McGill said that Mr. and Mrs. Marsh had started out in the businesses of grave digging and burial vault supply, and that Tri-State had been the only crematory in the county when they founded it three decades ago. (The family lives next to the crematorium.) In those days, he said, a decision to cremate a body was rare.

"This is the Bible Belt South, and everybody had their own community or church cemetery," he said. In recent years, however, cremation has become more common, and several more crematories have begun operating in the area, he said.

"Cremation was not popular down here until six or seven years ago," Mr. McGill said, adding that the change " has to do with the economy — it's so much cheaper."

But Sheila Horton, the niece of the elder Ray Marsh, said greed was to blame for the ghoulish scene.

"His wife and son just didn't want to spend the money to fix it up," said Mrs. Horton, who grew up in Noble and now lives in Atlanta. "Lord Jesus, I don't know how they could go to bed at night with all that outside their window."
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 19:16:42 (PST)


yes, Mr. Champagne Brunch,..that'll be just swell
I can bring my ice box
you can bring your console game players

exhume our plastic vinyl friends from the dirt
poseable bodies and all

there are many things
Eve
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 18:46:10 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:42 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:16 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:13 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:13 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:13 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:12 (PST)


Golda
please don't you cry
it rips my heart out to see a tear in your eye
something that beautiful in pain
a nightmare that I never want to live again
Golda
I will try to sooth you
heres some money will that do?
even though I can't afford
acting classes or some drugs
you put my mind in overdrive
I can't say why
Golda
don't say goodbye
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 11:39:12 (PST)


does that mean your not my valentine?
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 16, 2002 at 04:25:16 (PST)


and you thought I would never get it
but here I am
understanding those things
like those few years on you make
a difference
you think the insanity doesnt
dwell here too?
ha ha ha
maybe one day you'll get it


And though I always see her, she may be able to creep faster than I can turn. ~ kate Chopin

Pretynd
- Friday, February 15, 2002 at 20:05:49 (PST)


why did it even happen
opposite would be a euphemism
yuck, yuck, yuckity-yuck
gross
I can't believe how different it is now

you
in your box
in your world
looking out for number one
please, please move
lose my number
get lost
get back when you get some blood
I don't give a f*ck what you bought
or who you're going to see
what premiere you're going to
or what flavor of the minute you've got
tugging at your heels
I don't give a fried rat
who wants to be like you
who thinks you're hot sh*t
who wants your DVD collection
what CD you bought today
Mr. Designer lie generator
let's see what we can get away with today
let's see how many people we can manipulate this
fine hour

glorious golf club collision mental imagery
Eve
- Friday, February 15, 2002 at 18:58:36 (PST)


How can I love someone never around?
I see their face, but here no sound.
Right beside me, A beautiful seen
Alone and behind me
It was just a dream...

You Know
- Friday, February 15, 2002 at 08:35:42 (PST)


Soup Train

I'm your average soup train passenger, I love it so
there is no place it will not go.
It goes to the sad warming frozen hearts
It goes to the cold warming frozen parts
It makes happy people ecstatic with joy
It makes evil people stop their ploy
It makes better all who are sick
It makes everything better to the last lick
It makes those who hate the soup train crazy
It makes for a cold day so lazy
Soup is the answer for all an empty bowl
Soup, soup is good for the soul.
Anonymous
- Friday, February 15, 2002 at 02:45:39 (PST)


A poem
Who do you say what I am going through?
What am I going through?
ALCOHALISM?
is that how you spell it?
Is it the same?
Or.....

Are you COOL?
where are you man
what are you doing
why
why

It is destructive to think WHY


For once in your life,

part ways with 'why'

there is no 'why'
just do... bro
BE

BE

that is the only way to go...

lean forward
lean hard
be you
even if it is what it is
because it IS
so be it

and let it flow

(?)

...I think


Meffainn
- Friday, February 15, 2002 at 01:36:57 (PST)


have a little heart now dearie
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 14, 2002 at 18:18:24 (PST)


ewwwwwwwwww
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 14, 2002 at 18:18:11 (PST)


Empty Candies
given in a broken-
heart shaped box.
Another year gone by,
another love not in my life.
Cards for pitty
and a bouqet of
dead meanings.
The arrow missed my heart,
and shot my eye.
Now I'm blinded by
the love of sorrow.
I'm still hoping that the
clouds cover up the sun tomorrow.
A deady bear with a noose of
rose thorns.
Nothing new.
A picture perfect,
heart break hit and run.
But still no 'you know whos
been admiring you'.
Even I lost the key to my
heart shaped world in,
the back of my mind.
Im sure its dead now,
with meaningless joy.
But if I saw a shooting star,
I'd wish to wake up far beyond,
the broken-heart shaped boxes,
with their,
Empty chocolate covered poison cherries
and a bouqet of dead meanings.





Snow Roses
- Thursday, February 14, 2002 at 17:42:28 (PST)


soup train
soup train
soup train
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 14, 2002 at 10:28:15 (PST)


I have just met my first
serial killer

pretynd
- Thursday, February 14, 2002 at 08:05:12 (PST)


soup train
soup train
soup train
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 14, 2002 at 05:23:59 (PST)


A Poet and His Poetry

I am a poor father, newly making known my children
for God only knows where I have been
and a child, sweet or sour, should never have such time
in a world where caring is a death inspiring crime
So I seek for my young a place out in the sun
where all they may ever know is fun
and the knowing of their ignorance of the world so cruel
So just like always let's let the children play the fool.

By: Ben Hammond


Christen

I wait to hear from you almost everyday
and I know it's strange since we are so far away
but I'm glad to know you as I do, I'm very proud to say
I think your friends are lucky, seeing you as they do
if I'd see an angel close, I'd be in heaven too.
I guess I think you're special just for being you

By: Ben Hammond

Laugh

I saw you laugh the other day,
and what I felt I can't quite say.
But if you laughed all the time,
My life would be so sublime.

By: Ben Hammond

Cheshire Cat

Said the Cat to the Girl with a grin
I'm here to plague the world of men
with my wide and feral grin
And to the grinning Cat the Girl said
with a seriousness rather dead
You see I'm the wiser here
evil doers grin not so grand but sneer
With a laugh the Cat replied
many a man by a grin has died
for a grin can hide greater malice
then a sneer my dear sweet Alice
Alice countered with Tell I can my worldly dear
but just beyond the grin and past the sneer
there is a deeper meaning there in behind the door in the chamber of the heart
lies the truth to be had casual words are only a start
Here the cat curtly smiled A start you say? Well the word can be more cruel
than the sword for the sword can be used by a fool
but a word cuts to the soul
where the sword just leaves a hole
so a grin can be more deadly than a sneer
for a grin doth inspire fear
Alice sat and thought a while
and then she too began to smile
I seem to recall a sinister wolf who found his end, in taking granted a meek little girl with locks like mine
how to be sure she's not slipping poison in the wine
The Cat laughed his pure delight
for never had he had a better sight
Yes but a smile the wolf never had
for on a wolf a smile looks so bad
nor a sneer upon his face
as she put him in his place
but a gurgle as he fell
I think we both know this story rather well...

By: Ben Hammond and Kristian Crow



The End of Never

What if I've settled? what then?
Would you hate me for this sin?
I have lived for an impossible dream
Who's to say this is what it seems?
What if this is the truest love
touching everything with a white glove
hiding what I need and saying what you want
covering up this soul so dead and gaunt
I say I love you but is it what I mean?
cluttering my conscience that's so far from clean
And what if I break your heart, just for spite
or what if that maybe turns into a might?
I wonder if I would spend my only life with this miss?
No, I don't think love is like this...
So I break your heart instead of mine
to see if I can find the soul shine
of my kindred spirit lost but not forever
and I will not stop until the end of never.

by: Ben Hammond



Mirror Soul

You understand and yet you know nothing
to be so blind and see all must be bliss
For you dance in your own little house of mirrors
and you think you see what you miss
Watch the windows that let you see
the horrid wretch you have become
I speak not of the mirrors in which you gaze
but the eyes that tell of a soul frozen numb
Please beware of the twists and turns
of this hell in which you see yourself true
I'll bet it doesn't feel so grand
when being fooled by the villanous you.
The way out isn't as easy as the way in
as you have now puzzled out
and as you try so hard to leave
perhaps then you will know what it's all about
It's not the hall of eternal mirrors
with it's demented turns and tortuos deception
that makes it the hell you see with your eyes dimly bright
but just another way to test your perception
of your soul frozen stiff in it's prison of weary stone

by: Ben Hammond



The Fragile Word

Promise is a fragile word
for a promise is like glass
spoken strongly yet delicately heard
yes promise is so hard to pass
Promise, the weakest of them all
is the most revered in it's feeble strength
and a promise is so easy to recall
for a promise is great at length

by: Ben Hammond
soup train soup traisn soup train
- Wednesday, February 13, 2002 at 21:57:06 (PST)


Come on Lemmy
one more round
double or nothing hand
winner take all

they're all counting on you
do it for the soup train
Do it for zeppo
do it for the english department
do it for alice
do it for the cat box poet
do it for stone
good god man do it for yourself
one more time
- Tuesday, February 12, 2002 at 20:36:59 (PST)


rabbit rabbit
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 12, 2002 at 12:52:23 (PST)


Duck Duck Goose

Barbera din huvuden barbera din huvuden sälja bibeln dens en gåvan äta the bönan och risen caspers skräddare er manen

Zebra three
Zebra three
Hutch has left the building
- Tuesday, February 12, 2002 at 05:19:47 (PST)


The Ascent of Stan
Textbook Hippie Man
Get Rest While You can
Ben Folds
- Tuesday, February 12, 2002 at 02:05:04 (PST)


Alice

barnen behag gick inte du veta JAG kärleken du så mig hjärtan vill blöda en oceanen om kärleken JAG love det måne och en annan lögnen JAG kärleken du till vi dön spörsmålen din hjärtan
Anonymous
- Monday, February 11, 2002 at 21:57:31 (PST)


översvämningen,
överflöd
världsh
Aborten oas droppa
överraskning
skräpet
katt skita
svämma över, flöda,
översvämning,
svimmat
solen torkat
katt oas
- Monday, February 11, 2002 at 07:07:39 (PST)


http://dancinghamsters.com/blastoff.html

I will learn to lie when asked how things are
sooner or
Anonymous
- Monday, February 11, 2002 at 04:19:49 (PST)


oh, the joy!!
I love thee, lucite

I can't remember the last time I felt this way
perhaps 'cause it never happened
Yes, I'd like to relax by TC's ice-maker for a beverage
(And play pianos that reside where they really don't belong)
I got the tape-engaging part down pat, at least

coffee ice cream wonder
eye of spinning star
aster dahlia
scarlet cosmo

turn it around
planted to push daisies
at a funeral director's
square dance gala
yes, I caught the show..
oh, if life were only as rich
as to see behind the eyes and not see thick strands of a sauced spaghetti loaf
but instead what we really mean
what we really need
when motives are the bus
mistakes are the chain
rejection is the hook

get off the hate vehicle
Eve
- Sunday, February 10, 2002 at 19:53:26 (PST)


omåttling
vaja
tidvatten
sumpig
talang
dala
användningsområde
katt
soppa
ertappa
svulst
gud
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 10, 2002 at 03:35:20 (PST)


Go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
I don't want nothing in my world

Go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
theres nothing left to love,
I told you before

Go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
no heartbreaker could ignore

Go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
go away,be my girl
You call that love,Call it,
Rotten to the core
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 10, 2002 at 03:07:57 (PST)


I don't answer the phone or door anymore
I won't have to say goodbye
theres no feelings left
nothing left to hide

Today I am a corpse
corpse's don't cry
don't think.....
suicide
waste time
on listening to your lies

Today I am a corpse
I don't have any answers why
it really could be worse
I don't have to be high
feel any pain
or look into your eyes
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 10, 2002 at 03:06:11 (PST)


Alice came upon a window
window gives unto the outside and
the outside appears made up of seams and
it seems like everything's together...
Hanzel finds a gingerbread house
gingerbread thats getting old
old things tend to be weak at the seams
and it seems like everything's coming apart...
...like its coming apart.
Jaco (the king's horse) and david (the king's man)
when trying to put Humpty Dumpty back again
said, David to his best friend
"Jack my boy like everything this Humpty fellow wont come together"
Jack be nimble and Jaco be quick
but Jack you burned yourself on that damn candlestick
stick round Jack, dont fear the time
it's time to see your pants and everything sewn together
and sewn up tight...
John, he writes a song with no one and
no one wants a song about Alice and everything
but everything appears made up of seams
and it seems like everything's together...

~Marcy Playground
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 10, 2002 at 00:56:20 (PST)


I always knew what you would turn me into.
I just didnt realize until I saw you again.
Why do fuck with me?
It makes me want to dig my nails in your chest and rip out your heart.
We love eachother so much,thats why I bite your legs.
And thats why you push me around.
We will see eachother again.
It will be catatonic,you say we are meant to be.
Well show me.
Kiss and hug.Fondle and fuck.
empty pale eyes.
you call me the devil.
Say I love you.
Do I despise you and cant let you go.
We should Get married and dress in black.
You pull me back to the dark place.
I love you with all my warm blood for all eternity.
Its better than a life of lonliness.
Nichole Marie
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 23:09:25 (PST)


First and foremost of these is the story of what happened late one night while the group was visiting Dick Phillips (aka Dick Christian), their manager at the time. Phillips, a colorful character in his own right, had been urging the group to break out of their run-of-the-mill mold. That evening, just for laughs, his mother pulled out a Ouija board to do a reading. As soon as it began, however, the letter indicator began wildly skipping across the board, spelling out the name A-L-I-C-E C-O-O-P-E-R.


From that little incident, the boys concocted a tale that would only serve to enhance the Alice Cooper legend in the years to come: that Vince was the reincarnation of a young woman of the very same name--a woman who had been burned alive at the stake hundreds of years ago for being a witch!


Then again, Alice has been known to change his stories from time to time. . .


Sometimes he claims to have chosen the name because it had "a Baby-Jane/Lizzie-Borden-sweet-and-innocent-with-a-hatchet-behind-the-back kind of rhythm to it." At other times, he maintains: "Alice Cooper is such an all-American name. I loved the idea that when we first started, people used to think that Alice Cooper was a blonde folk singer. The name started simply as a spit in the face of society. With a name like Alice Cooper, we could really make 'em suffer."
everything alice all the time
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 19:02:51 (PST)


I Love You Gina
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 18:41:35 (PST)


I said
I am trapped by this number
and his gaze was honest as always
and of course there is nothing but this
wandering lust
that I fear may now be still
Pretynd
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 17:41:40 (PST)


she made it to the cover page of www.glassonion.com
while the reaper rose up from the grave
to claim the royal bag lady
princesses never last long
every song was a poem
wasted on a drone
liquidfie Iran the crowd screamed alone
the church did its best to hide the facts
the paranoid became desprate
alice was never home
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 14:34:30 (PST)


napalm... not just for happy campers anymore.
Cheshire Cat
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 12:14:12 (PST)


eve, my prairie nymph, your
lyncian lyssophoria amazes me!
Bestow your poetic livelihood on one
as simple as I!
send one my way!
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 10:45:27 (PST)


"Man in the Box"

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

CHORUS
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

CHORUS X2
ALICE IN CHAINS
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 03:24:18 (PST)


Rabbit hole visionaries
our lady of Cat Scans
helter skelter holocaust paradise bootcamp
zodiac Boston tea party re-enactments
cut the deck with gambling formulas
you can still be a whore in the psychward
drug induced dreams
take your meds and you can smoke
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 01:21:51 (PST)


Audrey Meadows
(Alice Kramden)

Born on February 8th, 1926 in Wu Chang, China, to missionary parents, Audrey Meadows spoke nothing but Chinese until she came to the United States with her family. She was going to study for a career in journalism until her sister Jayne persuaded her to try show business. She made her debut as a coloratura soprano at Carnegie Hall when she was sixteen, and later moved to TV on 'The Bob and Ray Show'. Meadows was headlining in the Broadway hit 'Top Banana' when she heard that Gleason was casting for the part of Alice in 'The Honeymooners'.
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 00:57:20 (PST)


23 skidoo
Anonymous
- Friday, February 08, 2002 at 16:18:18 (PST)


Bob bless you!

The lord stood up and farted
handing out the sleeping schedues to the members of every church
everyone would rise and shine at 0500 hours
and have ten minutes to shit shower and shave
pits were opitional
Anonymous
- Friday, February 08, 2002 at 13:25:31 (PST)


a mulch sandwich
Eve
- Friday, February 08, 2002 at 13:17:21 (PST)


And the lord 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
resides 111 million light-years away in the direction of the constellation Centaurus.
- Friday, February 08, 2002 at 06:48:43 (PST)


4.

THE LOST CHAPTER

...and she was just going to spring over, when she heard a deep sigh, which seemed to come from the wood behind her.

"There’s somebody very unhappy there," she thought, looking anxiously back to see what was the matter. Something like a very old man (only that his face was more like a wasp) was sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree, all huddled up together, and shivering as if he were very cold.

"I don’t think I can be of any use to him," was Alice’s first thought, as she turned to spring over the brook: - "but I’ll just ask him what’s the matter," she added, checking herself on the very edge. "If I once jump over, everything will change, and then I can’t help him."

So she went back to the Wasp - rather unwillingly, for she was very anxious to be a queen.

"Oh, my old bones, my old bones!" he was grumbling as Alice came up to him.

"It’s rheumatism, I should think," Alice said to herself, and she stooped over him, and said very kindly, "I hope you’re not in much pain?"

The Wasp only shook his shoulders, and turned his head away. "Ah deary me!" he said to himself.

"Can I do anything for you?" Alice went on. "Aren’t you rather cold here?"

"How you go on!" the Wasp said in a peevish tone. "Worrity, Worrity! There never was such a child!"

Alice felt rather offended at this answer, and was very nearly walking on and leaving him, but she thought to herself "Perhaps it’s only pain that makes him so cross." So she tried once more.

"Won’t you let me help you round to the other side? You’ll be out of the cold wind there."

The Wasp took her arm, and let her help him round the tree, but when he got settled down again he only said, as before, "Worrity, worrity! Can’t you leave a body alone?"

"Would you like me to read you a bit of this?" Alice went on, as she picked up a newspaper which had been lying at his feet.

"You may read it if you’ve a mind to," the Wasp said, rather sulkily. "Nobody’s hindering you, that I know of."

So Alice sat down by him, and spread out the paper on her knees, and began. "Latest News. The Exploring Party have made another tour in the Pantry, and have found five new lumps of white sugar, large and in fine condition. In coming back - "

"Any brown sugar?" the Wasp interrupted.

Alice hastily ran her eyes down the paper and said "No. It says nothing about brown."

"No brown sugar!" grumbled the Wasp. "A nice exploring party!"

"In coming back," Alice went on reading, "they found a lake of treacle. The banks of the lake were blue and white, and looked like china. While tasting the treacle, they had a sad accident: two of their party were engulped - "

"Where what?" the Wasp asked in a very cross voice.

"En-gulph-ed," Alice repeated, dividing the word in syllables.

"There’s no such word in the language!" said the Wasp.

"It’s in the newspaper, though," Alice said a little timidly.

"Let’s stop it here!" said the Wasp, fretfully turning away his head.

Alice put down the newspaper. "I’m afraid you’re not well," she said in a soothing tone. "Can’t I do anything for you?"

"It’s all along of the wig," the Wasp said in a much gentler voice.

"Along of the wig?" Alice repeated, quite pleased to find that he was recovering his temper.

"You’d be cross too, if you’d a wig like mine," the Wasp went on. "They jokes, at one. And they worrits one. And then I gets cross. And I gets cold. And I gets under a tree. And I gets a yellow handkerchief. And I ties up my face - as at the present."

Alice looked pityingly at him. "Tying up the face is very good for the toothache," she said.

"And it’s very good for the conceit," added the Wasp.

Alice didn’t catch the word exactly. "Is that a kind of toothache?" she asked.

The Wasp considered a little. "Well, no," he said: "it’s when you hold up your head - so - without bending your neck."

"Oh, you mean stiff-neck," said Alice.

The Wasp said "That’s a new-fangled name. They called it conceit in my time."

"Conceit isn’t a disease at all," Alice remarked.

"It is, though," said the Wasp: "wait till you have it, and then you’ll know. And when you catches it, just try tying a yellow handkerchief round your face. It’ll cure you in no time!"

He untied the handkerchief as he spoke, and Alice looked at his wig in great surprise. It was bright yellow like the handkerchief, and all tangled and tumbled about like a heap of sea-weed. "You could make your wig much neater," she said, "if only you had a comb."

"What, you’re a Bee, are you?" the Wasp said, looking at her with more interest. "And you’ve got a comb. Much honey?"

"It isn’t that kind," Alice hastily explained. "It’s to comb hair with - your wig’s so very rough, you know."

"I’ll tell you how I came to wear it," the Wasp said. "When I was young, you know, my ringlets used to wave - "

A curious idea came into Alice’s head. Almost every one she had met had repeated poetry to her, and she thought she would try if the Wasp couldn’t do it too. "Would you mind saying it in rhyme?" she asked very politely.

"It aint what I’m used to," said the Wasp: "however I’ll try; wait a bit." He was silent for a few moments, and then began again -

"When I was young, my ringlets waved
And curled and crinkled on my head:
And then they said ‘You should be shaved,
And wear a yellow wig instead.’

But when I followed their advice,
And they had noticed the effect,
They said I did not look so nice
As they had ventured to expect.

They said it did not fit, and so
It made me look extremely plain:
But what was I to do, you know?
My ringlets would not grow again.

So now that I am old and grey,
And all my hair is nearly gone,
They take my wig from me and say
‘How can you put such rubbish on?’

And still, whenever I appear,
They hoot at me and call me ‘Pig!’
And that is why they do it, dear,
Because I wear a yellow wig."

"I’m very sorry for you," Alice said heartily: "and I think if your wig fitted a little better, they wouldn’t tease you quite so much."

"Your wig fits very well," the Wasp murmured, looking at her with an expression of admiration: "it’s the shape of your head as does it. Your jaws aint well shaped, though - I should think you couldn’t bite well?"

Alice began with a little scream of laughing, which she turned into a cough as well as she could. At last she managed to say gravely, "I can bite anything I want,"

"Not with a mouth as small as that," the Wasp persisted. "If you was a-fighting, now - could you get hold of the other one by the back of the neck?"

"I’m afraid not," said Alice.

"Well, that’s because your jaws are too short," the Wasp went on: "but the top of your head is nice and round." He took off his own wig as he spoke, and stretched out one claw towards Alice, as if he wished to do the same for her, but she kept out of reach, and would not take the hint. So he went on with his criticisms.

"Then, your eyes - they’re too much in front, no doubt. One would have done as well as two, if you must have them so close - "

Alice did not like having so many personal remarks made on her, and as the Wasp had quite recovered his spirits, and was getting very talkative, she thought she might safely leave him. "I think I must be going on now," she said. "Good-bye."

"Good-bye, and thank-ye," said the Wasp, and Alice tripped down the hill again, quite pleased that she had gone back and given a few minutes to making the poor old creature comfortable.
A
- Friday, February 08, 2002 at 00:29:37 (PST)


Why do you have to be so full of shit?
You just lay back and lecture.
Why can't you sit up and listen and stop being you?
Stupid you.
Why do you think I'm so fucking stupid?
You act like i'm useless and utterly ridiculous.
And then, you want me to be so smart.
Because you're stupid you.
And you have no idea.
The thoughts that swim around in my mind.
I won't tell you,
You're too stupid to understand it.
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I'm not listening
I'm not listening to any more of your shit.
I'M NOT LISTENING...
Stupid...
Setsuna Ryuzou
- Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 18:20:19 (PST)


I was born with the sun
the stars my sisters.
I remember the Moon of
my mother (the Sea of Rains),
my father’s house—
the bowl of the sky tossed translucence.
My pulsar beats.
I was born with the sun
the inversion of light
Venus invertigant.
Mercury my brother, swift—
the first to die, straight
splayed against the warp of night.
I wove the strands of morning.
I was born with the sun
echoed upon th’evening
of your eye. I acquiesced the light
to keep you alive.
I kissed your heart
and smiled
when I fell from the sky.

jacob
- Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 18:07:04 (PST)


I want to crumple you up
and toss you in the sea
forget I ever knew you
but then I wouldn't be me
Or would I?
I try to analyze myself
but I get stuck
How can you analyze someone who contradicts themselves?
I love you so much, but I slept with him
Why?
I hate being put on the backburner
I feel like I'm always there
You say I'm not practical, not logical
I never claimed to be
I want to give up on myself but I can't
I've got a purpose to fulfill
a will to act on, people to love
I love you but being me hurts you
can you see where my self-hate comes from?
I don't care if that's logical
All's I know is it hurts
can I ignore the pain enough to see the reason?
You understood me but you don't want to
acknowlege me being me
You say you love her because sheis
what I was striving to be
I couldnt' get ther fast enough for you
You know how hard for me that is to take?
I am so yours...flawed as I may be
If only you know what it took for me to
get here, what it takes for me to love
what it takes for me to grow
You see my potential
like no one else I know
You'll neve3r read this poem
You'll never really see my soul.
I saw how you see me
I could've fell to my knees.
You love me so much but you don't know
what to do about it.
I amaze u, disgust u, confuse u, make u see,
make you love me for me...
even though you're confused
To know me is to be confused
Simple like Winnie the Pooh
yet complex like the relationships in Nature.
Oxymoron.
Can you save me from me?
I feel bad for wanting you to do it when
God is right there.
People envied our love
They even say it's bad
They said they feared for my life
They know how much you mean to me
and how much of myself I would sacrifice
My hair is too short, my love too much
I wonder if I'll ever catch up
Are YOU where I want to live?
I don't question my love for you
I only question myself.
Me, me, me.
I Love You.

I just don't like you.
Polar Bear Cub
- Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 07:15:59 (PST)


so far so good.
Snow Roses
- Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 07:08:29 (PST)


snow against the window payne
check went the chess game
there are to many queens
I'm afraid

I have always been the gate keeper

the day I saved you
you became my prisoner
everyday I let you go
and you just dig the hole deeper

but you can't be underground
get out
go on look around
find something else
to let you down
I said I set you free

you don't belong to me
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 03:01:45 (PST)


Hows the war going,Baby?
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 07, 2002 at 01:13:01 (PST)


she does have nasty habits
she does take tea at three
its true I did send you invitation
but this was'nt what it was suppose to mean
whats a girl like you doing here in the first place
the lies
you really do like wendy
in the sky with diamonds
you won't fucking grow up
you really do like disney
or you would'nt have listened
to that bubble gum kiss shit
you really do have values
but you have'nt anymore dreams
the truth
how can you be everyones valentine
wake up late in the morning and still be mine
alice cooper sang to the snake from hell
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 06, 2002 at 12:57:45 (PST)


There is something about this silence here
the way it crawls over and swallows smiles
and so here I am
believing, no thats not right
fearing
that my reality will continue
that this silence will never sound
never speak or beguile its purpose
surely silence nor sound will ever awnser me
So I think I will jusr go
rent a movie
Pretynd
- Wednesday, February 06, 2002 at 12:40:32 (PST)


why NOT have a good day just like everyone else??
that's not right
I hate very-hard-to-find tapes that get stuck in VCRs
Eve
- Wednesday, February 06, 2002 at 11:58:52 (PST)


Shore Leave matrix in wonderland
camara lens reflection in the doorknob
its already the next time
falling falling falling
the girl with the most
cheesecake composure
the lost transformation
grave turtles
knight on horse back variant
the reaper the gate keeper
lateral thinking access codes
engine of invention
wizards level
armadillo reasoning
road apple scrolls
word association to cryptogram
rubiks cube art show journey
cry baby cry
alice maze
globe carcus respawn
jesus the carpenter
departure
digressive satiric keys
award winning repetion
Identified himself with darwin
star trek mortal combat
gnaw
food of the gods
night of the lupus
the wall
beatles
wasp
there is a way for the dodo to fly
to everyone the spoils
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 06, 2002 at 04:55:13 (PST)


Don't shun happiness
It's not good to analyize it
compare it to another happy?
Another happy that is no more
Another happy that might not should have been?
BE HAPPY
take happy
grab happy
take happy by the happy,
and jam your cock down happy's throat
love happy
love happy
be with happy
it's HAPPY!
Why question?
DON'T!!!!
Be with happy,
and love it
as you always are
whe you are
happy
Meffain
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 22:37:44 (PST)


"There goes the Neighborhood"

It must be...
her high cheek bones and fast food aroma
Grandma wants to run away
to the home for unwed Mothers

crying about property values bieng down
inside the garden

I would lie to any one for you
maria...
inside the finest church
with stolen suits
spades hearts
guilt

"put the gun to my head
pull the trigger"
said escabar
as he wiped snot on his sleeve One of the second cities finest
drinking at the club,turning hillbilly at a moments notice for a free drink.
Just trying to forget the beat he sits at the libary each day.

She bleeds past him and turns up her dragon nose
She is hate energy right out of a magazine
and whispers
"Its supposed to suck"

The Cardinal walked past the public display
as if silently asking
"Why did you drag all this shit into the garden?"

it was so peaceful
hidden death
cupid lies

bieng poetic?
feedback?

Treble closed his eyes
feedback was as poetic to him as porn
or "sex with a latino female"
{they are so female}

"In tradition" the reverend began again
"There were no speakers to amp the voices in your head"


"But what of the secret mushroom?,I mean God and Devil"
said muff muff.

"Silence!I will keep you for my own!
Now feed me with your wet kisses."

"Aha"
said the evil wicked Goddess {poetress of his dreams}
"I have caught you!"

"But I have endlessly awaited your beauty,
how would I know it would be this day?
Your long dark hair,I will make love to you,and drink your dirty bath water,
I shall nibble on your art,your lust,your ear!


"What about your little slut?"

"I,it,well,she is but a sacrafice to you my Sweet!"


"YOU SHALL PAY
LOCK THEM IN THE DEATH MACHINE"

"Oh nooooooooooooo!"



"I did'nt mean any of that honeypie,
I was trying to get us out of this mess,
we will break free
and I shall run with you until the end of time
to the end of the planets
and make love to you and only you
and your sister"

"Well I have not a sister"

"We shall use a mirror!
for it is only you that I love
and now,it is the end"

"This is no storybook,you fucking bastard
why the hell did you cancel your email accounts?"

"I did it for us honeypie!
It taketh 30 minutes to sit and wait for the shit to open and its all commercials inside anyway!
Thats 30 minutes of my life I could be spending nuk ing on you,puss puss.
Ow,why you be hitting me all the time?
you know I'm crazy,....I mean crazy, about you too...
and you stepped on my shoes and spit on my guitar."

"If I was your favorite poetress you would gladly lick the spit off your guitar"

"Yeah, I'd lick her piss off the strings,but shes art and super duper under ground,ya know.
and me and you are just the only thing in this world"

"You said the underground was just some old bitch
always complaining about nothing"

"yeah sometimes,
but you and I are the only thing in this sunset.
on this beach.
in this time.
in this life."

"quit repeating yourself and quit looking at spanish girls so much"

"I'm sorry buttercup just you and me and that falling star or wait that there is a falling airplane"

"you s o b your to lazy to even get on welfare"

"hey I'm a collector
alls I need is a chance to be real
and your all that can really make me feel
so thats the price we pay
you got dues I got pain
and we suffer everyday
but unless somebody works together
we will never have anything.
thats what its all about
some one who has a plan somewhat close to yours
or compromise
I'm guessin'"
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 19:20:15 (PST)


"Baby is Gonna Start a War Today"

Baby is gonna start a war today.
Sit back and listen to all I say.
'Cause, boy, your in for a surprise.
'Cause, boy, she saw the look in my eyes.
But, you don't know,
all she tells me, so
don't be angry,
with me,
when I tell you,
all she will do.
It's fun for you now,
but, when she figures out how
she will try,
and she will cry,
to get under your skin
but, Baby is gonna win.
Baby will have her way,
even if Baby has to start a war today.
'Cause you and Baby are on the same page.
And, Baby does'nt care about age.
And, what Baby knows
she throws,
in her face.
No one can take Baby's place.
Welcome to Baby's personal space.
Everything Baby does, she does with grace.
There is nothing you can do to change Baby's mind,
'cause soon you will find,
that, you can say, all that you want to say.
'Cause Baby is gonna start a war today.
Snow Roses
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 17:50:24 (PST)


Travis, what about
"Values"?? Is that what it was called?
I love that one

********
It wasn't in my nature to proffess
undying love
it rolls around again
and God, am I really stuck this time
slump of slumps
and no keys
just how am I supposed to do this
should I let it all hang out
glass of water with the rejection dose
pass it out, man
just hand it to me
don't bother wrapping it
**********
And to whoever it is writting that sweet stuff...thank you. Do I know who you are???
Eve
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 17:06:02 (PST)


I see, Adolf is in town.
Z
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 08:04:51 (PST)


Oh wunderbar!
The bin laden toilet paper is still on sale
so I can do my part buy it from the man himself at the convenient store and go back home and wipe my ass on his face ever more.
You have hidden his rare trading cards well for someone suffering from urinal baptismal syndrom and simulated termite ricketts.Those are not real shrimp either,so what ever you do,don't eat the cancerous carp/tuna dolphin seafood platter and be sure not to drink the water.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 05:39:21 (PST)


Nach einem Weilchen hörte sie Schritte in der Entfernung und trocknete schnell ihre Thränen, um zu sehen wer es sei. Es war das weiße Kaninchen, das prachtvoll geputzt zurückkam, mit einem Paar weißen Handschuhen in einer Hand und einem Fächer in der andern. Es trippelte in großer Eile entlang vor sich in redend: "Oh! die Herzogin, die Herzogin! die wird mal außer sich sein, wenn ich sie warten lasse!" Alice war so rathlos, daß sie Jeden um Hülfe angerufen hätte. Als das Kaninchen daher in ihre Nähe kam, fing sie mit leiser, schüchterner Stimme an: "Bitte, lieber Herr. -; " Das Kaninchen fuhr zusammen, ließ die weißen Handschuhe und den Fächer fallen und lief davon in die Nacht hinein, so schnell es konnte.

Alice nahm den Fächer und die Handschuhe auf, und da der Gang sehr heiß war, fächelte sie sich, während sie so zu sich selbst sprach: "Wunderbar! -; wie seltsam heute alles ist! Und gestern war es ganz wie gewöhnlich. Ob ich wohl in der Nacht umgewechselt worden bin? Laß mal sehen: war ich dieselbe, als ich heute früh aufstand? Es kommt mir fast vor, als hätte ich wie eine Veränderung in mir gefühlt. Aber wenn ich nicht dieselbe bin, dann ist die Frage: wer in aller Welt bin ich? Ja, das ist das Räthsel!" So ging sie in Gedanken alle Kinder ihres Alters durch, die sie kannte, um zu sehen, ob sie in eins davon verwandelt wäre.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 04:43:24 (PST)


"Wonderland therapy"

"Your not really a slave, u just think u r"
"The moonie mafia is all in your ID"
"Osama is a muslim exstremist who hates the US for its goodness"
"I do have a rash, my chastety belt will be the strap on my Gf puts on and in me"
"I stopped falling after i quiet the drugs, now all the smoke fields are US controled"
"Piss in the river, it will get clean downstream"
"Join attak and think u did ur share"
"A coup d'état can only be forgotten if information is either blocked, censured or rewritten"


Z
- Tuesday, February 05, 2002 at 02:40:52 (PST)


Dang it
I could use a good
swift servo
right about now
that, a drink, and a haunted house

Anonymous
- Monday, February 04, 2002 at 20:41:47 (PST)


I fear too late...
these desires are something
something like a little break
just where is your breath now motherfucker?
where are your words
is the silence ever real?
there are pieces of me
under all these covers
so I think I may crawl in
and you know I wonder
just where the hell jane is too

Pretynd
- Monday, February 04, 2002 at 20:30:31 (PST)


"therapy in wonderland"

easy to fix
I'll call off the moonie mafia
if you quit worshiping osama bin laden
hes not really jesus
he just looks like him
and granny works on consignment
right now shes knitting you a chasity belt
so you can lose that awful rash
stay away from the river then or wear a life jacket
don't fall for the bin laden baptismal trick
Anonymous
- Monday, February 04, 2002 at 14:07:48 (PST)


OMFG, im being lectured by a fucking IKEA Homo.

This fucking nightmare dosent stop.... You have to love our products, I love to sell IKEA products is all you need in your mind to work here.

*LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL*

Your fucking products is the worst shit, i ever put together. The only wood your fucking product has seen, was when your fucking trucks transported it to the fucked up moonnie plant, were your fucking ever smiling moonie workers, were pulling there fucking IKEA stamped dicks.

Were is Osama when u need him?

Tyttebövser, tyttebövser kom nu frem..

Oh a nasty thought hit me .. baby letz buy an IKEA strap on dildo, so u can fuck me while i motivate my self to IKEA therapy.

A tie and a dildo up my ass, i and it should well oiled and motivated....

You out there?

Z
- Monday, February 04, 2002 at 06:46:55 (PST)


salvation was simple
everyone ate minestronni on the tenth day
jesus had a bond card but hardly ever played monopoly
only thing on the radio was war and huck finn
in one monkey ear and lost forever
red satan white lies door mouse baptised in a
maze of traps until we die
faster faster the see thru queen barked
the color wheel spins
the blur of the black and blue knight
meant only the purple nines were in liberty city
on the cross you can't see pat robertson
wipe it off on alices ass in the looking glass
and speech was never free
you even censor the lies you tell me
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 23:02:34 (PST)


oh, eve,
my succulent succubus,
send some my way!
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 19:05:45 (PST)


ouch
I think it's called "longing" or something
I think that might've just happened right now for you
and I'm really confused
cause I know it surely would not work
I'm just wondering if you felt that
at all

wonder where you are
perhaps with a hot blonde
riding the waves
riding her
saving lives
saving hers
I don't know a thing
it's been almost a year now
I don't know a thing
or why there's a lump in my throat
but
maybe you're in trouble
maybe you're still stocking shelves
with 2 lbs. of sugar for a heart

can't just call you f*cking courteous
that was'nt just good manners
you were'nt just being nice


Eve
- Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 14:21:30 (PST)


birth control was a zit on bull dyke alices big ass
don't say bull dyke
thats not proper
she howled
all gussed up wearing shoes
on the road to nowhere she beat him with the jaw bone of an ass
2 outta 3 times
everyone sang the rocky theme song over and over
the last supper was cancelled due to lack of intrest
the corpse jesus rode a burrow
the profile of manson reincarnated from hitler drove a yugo but was born in a pubic bathroom
bob marlry would have been born in a bucket but they was to damn po'
the union was not involved
colombo drove a volvo
mother supeioers delrious
Snoopy let one rip and it lead into the lords prayer
it was like butter only soup
he and the painted china "red" commie rose barron had been battling it out on the canadian border
since the red baron found a new gig via "soldier of fortune" rag

he had been stealing the nieghbors mail and he happened upon thier years subscription
thus begun selling canadian national secrets to the chinese to pay for his dope habit he aquired from the church of wonderland,urination chapter
me tarzan,you crippled fuck
sang the whore mother of satan stunt double to the pope
go ask sgt. alice shes losing on the stock you sold her ye shall burn in hell
post once before the lord christ hairy nipple
as seen in the book of revalations in the marked deck

"welcome back"
was the national anthem for mr. penis envy as she played out the mental retardation version of the game risk just graduating from checkers
still wearing the cap and gown
photo op
photo op
off with thier heads she bellowed to giligans sea daddy
she was the lord jesus eating dung encrusted mushrooms
without breading
she was big
her brain was small
her sugar daddy warlord pimp begat donald ducks exwife satan kitty meow meow
she was a dumb bitch too
eating plants around the house
shitting in the undesignated area
even on the road cones

the road cone light houses were a sign from ala to buddah channeled thru elvis
to the lord of the christmas trees
to see the real light in dark times
they stood for the unicorn of standing hamptons
and she stood up to do the number one
because of it
she was the whore in church
she was the queen she was the british prime minister
and the mayor too
cow bell solo
heinikens became to expensive
so she quit paying her bills
no matter what happened she could not look as good as gina
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 11:53:39 (PST)


la la la la
(cowbell solo)
where is zayah and ayatollah?
whatever happened to scarlet and jacob?
and jane jane jane?
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 09:55:40 (PST)


"Alice goes to disneyland and sees the light"

Uncle scrooge was on the white rabbit acid coffee slop when he had the jennifer meets moses episoide but he still owned donald and mickey
they was in,
well they thought...

hahaha he was going to get somewhere by sharing minnie with uncle scrooge,psych,but the joke was on them because when uncle scrooge passes away there is nothing left for anyone
so needless to say those expensive itialin suits donald was buying would be of no use
when he had to go work at the factory like 3 mexicans
and away in the manager would be the way of life
like the book of love bogus transaction chapter
he spent it all on alice and olive oil and other hookers like the wicked red queen of the west
and mirra carrys throat enhancemant operations
during his massive crack whore tea parties
and buying expensive gifts for the commisioner


the saddest part was when uncle scrooge had to make his acceptance speech admitting himself into the hall of fame "open up the gates St. Popeye" he cried
after reading from the book of "JOB"
appolgizing for this weeks drunk driving arrests
and a summary lasting foever borrowing from the "green acres" theme song
it went on and on and on
streching more than a couple of minutes into colombo

sexy sadie imported from the phillipines
had herpes and a severe winnie the pooh fetish
she was going to be late,the crazy taxi broke down on the way to the deliever room for her fifth abortion
and G.I. Joe was detained at the disbursing office fixing up her allotment checks to send her mama's
brothel incase anything happened to him she could live large in a trailer park with a turquoise 1967 sixty foot mobile home in a mud hole with pets like "felix"
"Garfield" and "Chesire"

yep three kitties and one Cat Box
someone was going to have to share and it was'nt minnie this time.You do the math
they needed somewhere they could go and get away from it all

lunches came from the "soup train" a goverment funded free lunch program for the elderly
the tax payers who work more than one job to pay for the old and illegal aliens to party on champage brunches and cat box cheese logs as they twisted the night away at the bingo hall listening to grace slicks newest solo efforts.
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 09:21:49 (PST)


YOUR EARLY!

Pretynd you can see the cat now
radation turd burrs
magic reaper saviors
admist the fog that floats over the quick sand entrance to the bottomlees pit
those are'nt mushroom sundials submerged in the sands
of wasted lost time

while the acid brain queen sent us here
to pan for gold break the code
a cup of joe
we can still make the medicene mans tea
drink me said the john out in front of tickettron
and even though alice did ho for the dough
when she got done the ticket master was closed
the basement floor was covered in rabbit pellets
so painted red roses who did'nt play chess read the bible to mae west's chest
who was on call at the truckstop as a dollar whore
the only place they could go to get away
from the mad wifey and her misworded card game chores
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 02, 2002 at 23:51:44 (PST)


"I am a corpse{Day Two}"

I am a corpse for another day
all of it has gone away
along with cares
that no longer matter
bury me beside seven stolen roofing ladders

if for some reason I do not return
in hell my remains will burn
and all the love for me you never felt
will be once again shuffled and then redelt

although my shoes stink like cheese
to you that is all I have to leave
this is my will
the way I want it to be
so be sure to read this
should something ever happen to be

yes these are my wishes
my last plea
before the family begins to fight over me
I have no silver
I have no gold
but to you,I'll leave all the lies I've told
and don't forget the broken dreams I sold
look down at the pawn shop
its really quite near
I bet you wish now I would have just bought you a beer
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 02, 2002 at 05:08:37 (PST)


it is often hidden
behind a smile or two
a secret that's forbidden
and you don't have a clue
that I am something more
something secret you can't see
concealed behind the door
with just myself and me
guarding something fragile
and so very precious as well
where only the most agile
will see my little hell
Cheshire Cat
- Saturday, February 02, 2002 at 01:58:48 (PST)



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