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"Your just a pothole in the cat box highway"

And all you do
is sing my way
listen to yourself when you talk to yourself much
quit lying

your just a pothole in the cat box highway
why'd you say i don't care
but theres nothing can be done
if you follow me
your just a pothole in the cat box highway

I could fill it
like your heart with joy
whenever I lose something
a way out
sick of trying
look into your eyes and say
don't look my way
leave it be
means goodbye
your just a pothole in the cat box highway
where the models roll off the smoothest runway
hit rock bottom gone and dying
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 12:25:36 (PST)


"You've certianly over stepped the boundries of the cat box this time"

where do you think your going?
the blueprints and plans did'nt really call for this
all this troubles brewing
and you dont even give a cat box shit?
What you think your doing
you don't hafta be the cat box bitch
and I don't know why you turned it all into this
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 12:16:52 (PST)


"Driving Satan Out Of The Cat Box"

injested fake exercist
soul lost bad luck impregenated
outside removal
replace the innocent
hidden unsterile
germinate mistaken chances at trial
losing battle
driving satan out of the cat box
wish there was a way to cause mild mind block
turn back the cat box clock
when the river ran south
and the water fall fell over the foutian
and the rivers mouth
like snakes of fire
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 12:05:00 (PST)


"Build you a cat box"

shiney and new
build you a cat box
anything for you
next to the moutians
by the lake
anything for love
just like a snake
wasted words on a cat box
molded plastic gravy gravel double pack
gonna build you a cat box
like it says in the bible
well it dont really say it but if it did
I'd still build you a cat box
what ever size you need it
build you a cat box
and sneak you into my doghouse for real
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:52:29 (PST)


"I picture a cat box when I think of you"

I picture a cat box
when I think of you
and theres nothing else
I'd rather do
look at a great big cat box
talking love zoo
flashbacks
turn your log of love into
I picture a cat box
not just a cat box
I picture a cat box
when I think of you
a vision
yeah thats true
I picture a waterproof cat box
with a drain tree to believe into
melt eventually roughage loss
meant for you
you know its true
what you wanna do
I think of a cat box
when I think of you

Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:46:14 (PST)


"Cat Box A-GO-GO"

Jump and jive
the shocks are worn
the median is torn
she moves better than before
what'ld you think about
when you dance inside the cat box
cat box a go go
brain cell strobe
set on slow
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:37:08 (PST)


"No,I don't like the cat box poetry"

lord no,its just not for me
cat box disbelief
launch the cat box out to sea
in a sad ending hype mouse factory
saying satan cheese
its hard to lead the underground from the pscyh ward
know what I mean
who could like that
Cat Box Poetry?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:32:23 (PST)


"Cat Box Senior-ski"

he writes the cat box poetry
lives the life you dont wanna see
always thinking about that ol' cat box
building cat box dreams

he's the cat box senior-ski
talking about paying cat box dues extensively
in rank hes got cstbox senority
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:17:25 (PST)


"lilly pad puns drift across the cat box everglades"

Thought you had it made in the shade
your pschycoanilist never got you laid
wet suit
innertube cry baby tuna slave
wont you live inside the joke
swallow it whole
gargle another cat box scone
powerglide float do the back stroke
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 02:06:17 (PST)


"Just you wait a Cat Box Minute"

The sand amonia mixture turns tears to acid rain
clogged the wheels of your low geared brain
blow a fuse clog the drain
heres the wind up
it can't miss
anerixic hour glass
nothing but a piece of compressed cat box mass
stand band
outta time
fog looks like asbestoes lime
when you say cat box
someone better jump
cause that there cat box honey
ain't no camoflauged sump pump
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 02:00:25 (PST)


"Cat Box port wine Cheese logs"

On the banks of the river Cat Box
where the lord of the Cat Box walked
know it, thats my dog that barked
the cat box meters stuck
so yous is illegally parked

cat box port wine cheese logs
extra dosage in a very special sauce
I can't believe that we made it this far
chilli dog satans cracker crust

branding the cattle in the shakespherian rut
tied back
spitting grits and rust
this recipe is a must
for these port wine cheese logs
its the cat box or bust
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 01:53:09 (PST)


look, you fucker, this is getting very old.
we all would like to enjoy other peoples poetry, except that they keep getting flushed by your bullshit. (no pun)
please limit yourself to 1--that is **ONE**
post per day. understand? or is the cotton in your ears a bit too tight?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 00:39:54 (PST)


"Tree shaped cat box sacrafice unto the lord"

Somethings gonna die
I'm sure
rotted mistle toe
sand castle trees
turtle dove rubber gloves
crumble chocolate kisses
prey that the cat box clergymen
don't do the cat box wrong
give the money
hate energy songs
here lord is my Cat Box poem
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 00:30:47 (PST)


"Cat Box Bed of Nails"

What you wont walk thru
nothing you wont do
like dance on the third rail
in a bed of cat box nails

dont care what it means
cat box until you bleed
you make it you make it
no place to dream
Anonymous
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 23:25:21 (PST)


"cat box road kill"

won't you get on the pill
or something that wont make you drool
or your skin peel
passed you by
cause I cant afford to put the ol cat box thru all these changes

melted looking mangled
its not blue
but sure is tangled
in the dark
kinda star spangled

won't you make a new deal
and wipe that off your heel
take me with you if you going
to walk thru
the cat box road kill
Anonymous
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 23:22:06 (PST)


"cat box jesus puppets"

hold out your holiday plate
big dollars mean something
valueable beliefs
respect the cat box jesus puppets
and devil lights on the cat box trees
dont you love it
cat box jesus puppets
pudding sundials scorpian mussels
half baked sand
uncontrolled acting
Anonymous
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 23:16:58 (PST)


"Cat Box Septic Stones"

All alone by the shore
skipping chunks of cat box compost
till there is no more
what exactly are we fishing for
sand paper glitter manure

an island to take my rest
where nothing grows
and is sinking fast
extended summary cat box bath

its not just in the floor
across the sunset theres many more
unmappped never surveyed
undelvoped creme corn core
Anonymous
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 23:09:54 (PST)


"Shove it up your Cat Box Lucille"

I don't care it its really real
wheres the next cat box meal
I know you know how it feels
dumping in the atmosphere
pound pound listen squeal
litter seal
anarexic
pidgeon mcbeal
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:47:15 (PST)


"Cat Box rodeo sores"

How much is it to visit Maria?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:42:49 (PST)


"Cat Box Property Tax"
Come on bertha
hold my hand
so the roaches won't eat us
I understand
you wanna stand up when you
ain't no man
whats a girl like you
doin' in the sand?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:42:10 (PST)


"cat box panty crab dance"

Oh my god P.M.S.
Pepperoin
Mushroom
Sausage
pollution pants
if it had wheels
you know where it was
sad
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:39:08 (PST)


"Cat Box Mother Load"

Back it in
lock and load
timer set to explode
extra large
way it goes
that one looks like a brown nosed toad

sewage clogged drain won't flow
evaporation takes to long
in the valleys
where trolls hide in the moat

Cat Box Mother Load
in the ocean with a roll boat
cat box satan at your throat
poisioning wasteland cannonball
cloned from your bullshit soul
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:34:40 (PST)


cat box crown
why you look so down
this the best cat box around
always full and big and wide
thats where the cat box river died
what about the size
eleven space shuttles can land inside
yep the winner of them all
show em your cat box claws
cat box art
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 22:11:11 (PST)


"the cat box english teaher has run a muck"

sell us a place to hide
the cat box will make us die
careful what you may say
and i
before the cat box
flush your mamas ass goodbye
pasa fist peso
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 22:07:50 (PST)


"Nose up the Cat Boxes Ass"

Peek around the corner
look look and see
every little thing
you want it to mean

listen
lap box monitor dance
tard tard
cat box
cat box christ will rise
up out of the garden of sin
and piss on you all
cast to hell
under the stack of poems
bin laden shit out of his jelly brain
the commie nurse danced across the cat box recieting the stolen oath from the cat boxes seventh sea
evaluate the cat box al quada hitler english teacher
repell the stain and use abrievated wording if you must
the cat box lord begat the hill billys unto the cat box
open up your television guide
and leave the cult oprah told you to join
gossip unto the sand that listens
kill the trees for the holy lord of the cat boxes
rid the planet of air
stick your nose up the cat boxes ass
sell the dyke power
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 22:05:25 (PST)


We have a very sick person on our hands here, folks.
Or, perhaps..
I think they must've won a bet

How about spelling things right for once?
And not leaving out conjunctions or the occasional article or two, like "and" and "the"?
And, while I'm on this..
What's this ''u'' crap??
''I luv u but I hurt u''
Oh, man..you're cool now!!
I want to be in your slang-gang now..!
Deliberatly misspelled abbreviations are not cute.
And you can shove that "poetic license" cover-up you're going to use. I don't care HOW old you are. Pick up a book.

Learn English.
There is way too much ignorance and miseducation in this world.
Have pride in what you write enough to take care of it.


Anonymous
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 22:36:38 (PST)


"Cat Box Pumpkin Pie"

I can not believe my eyes
piles two cat boxes high
no whip creame to hide
the cat box pumpkin pie
harvest has come and gone
you know it can't last that long
I know this is not your first cat box song
still I don't wanna try
Cat Box Pumpkin pie
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 13:48:52 (PST)


can you call it beautiful?
as the world wants it to be?
200 bits of mystery
drying out in the sun
like 200 fish flapping at a line
the old chap's gone fishin'
for 200 pieces of peace
so don't worry your head at all
unless you end up
tangled
in his line
rebekah
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:06:44 (PST)


thank you, you deserve a commendation
Anonymous
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:04:33 (PST)


After months of testing my thesis was a success!
Stupidity is not contagious and I am the only one that suffers from it. Don't worry there will be no more Cat Boxes.
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 23:52:07 (PST)


I step away for a second
just a second really 'twas all
It was way too long I reckon
as you all seem to be having a ball
I wish though, as a cat, you'd quit
with your cat box this and that please
I never thought anything interesting of my shit
but at any rate get off your knees
and get away from my litter box
before I shit in your socks.
Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 23:38:20 (PST)


"Cat Box-Aholic"

I can't help myself and I can't stop
all I know is the Cat Box
theres nothing else
in this world I got
just this Cat Box
I decorated it nice for the seasons holiday
its an addiction that never goes away
when I close my eyes to pray
I pray to the cat box
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 22:08:09 (PST)


well mr catbox sir, this certainly lends itself to some coments, and or derision. mary poppins, indeed.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 22:06:23 (PST)


I like your writing snowy twolips
could you write about the trials and tribulations of the Cat Box?

Thank You!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 23:23:26 (PST)


"The Cat Box that would'nt go away"

Forever
I thought was a lie
I found out different
I'll tell you why
this may sound funny
it may sound strange
the story of the Cat Box that would'nt go away

The end
I thought was surely here
marked my calender
checked the farmers almaniac
some time last year
made plans to celebrate
even bought the beer
and wound up
with the Cat Box still here

oh sure its the biggest one ever made
and there will never be another one like it
I don't care how much you pay
the contest is over
everything else is second place

so learn to adapt
and live life each day
find yourself some happiness
slide into home plate
of second helpings and double doses
of the Cat Box that would'nt go away
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 22:44:28 (PST)


"Shes got the hottest Cat Box around"

Shes got the hottest Cat Box around
I'm going south
gotta get on down
like a tropical island paradise
this bermuda triangle
I found
shes got the hottest Cat Box around

Shes got the hottest Cat Box there is
heat wave melts me
I can't pretend
a never ending season
themol nuculear eclipse
Shes got the hottest Cat Box there is

Shes got the hottest Cat Box around
I'm going south
gotta get on down
like a tropical island paradise
this bermuda triangle
I found
shes got the hottest Cat Box around
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 22:29:49 (PST)


"My Love for You is 31 Cat Boxes High"

My love for you is thirty-one Cat Boxes high
I thought your sister was going to be mine
I'd go to war for you
and don't even care if I die
my love for you is thirty-one Cat Boxes high

your the best looking girl
on the whole Cat Box planet
I feel in lust laced love
and I never even planned it
if you would say theres a chance
then I'd be there god-damn it

My love for you is thirty-one Cat Boxes high
I thought your sister was going to be mine
I'd go to war for you
and don't even care if I die
my love for you is thirty-one Cat Boxes high


just looking at you
I see the reason why
I can't stop
wanting you for mine
and inspiration wise
you make me want to try
your what I think about
every single night

My love for you is thirty-one Cat Boxes high
I thought your sister was going to be mine
I'd go to war for you
and don't even care if I die
my love for you is thirty-one Cat Boxes high
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 22:18:31 (PST)


"Super Cat Box spastic licous X be ala doses?"
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 20:56:38 (PST)


"The Day her Cat Box dried-up"

I'll never forget the day
her Cat Box dried-up
it had to fall on a day
when I could'nt get enough
as the gravy boat sinks
in a quick sand root beer float
and seals off the only path
out of the catacoomb brunch
concrete glue brew
turned to gritty sand crunch
I'll always remember why I can't keep this up
that day will never go away
even though whats done never got done
as the drought oxidized
just like rust
I knew if I stayed here
I'd have to be nuts
and left it all alone
The day her Cat Box dried-up
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 20:55:01 (PST)


mr catbox sir, that was terrible
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 20:50:44 (PST)


"supercatbox fraga listic-x-be ala dosh is"
Anonymous
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 23:42:49 (PST)


Dont be rude. this is for poetry
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 13:54:59 (PST)


still say your poetry sucks snowy tulips dear
Anonymous
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 20:09:07 (PST)


yea what can i say, i fucked up. sooo booo fuckin hoo but its all better now!!! i still got em'. so now im all happy like. to pick on me all you want.
Snow Roses
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 16:40:17 (PST)


well mr catbox sir, youve surpasused yourself again,
but not like you think or, i think, hope.
this trivial drivvle is lacking something, could
it be......quality? decent content?
or maybe it is simply your lack of creativity.
im not really sure. it might just be that its crap!
who knows anymore! you continue to dissapoint me, sir.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 12:18:52 (PST)


"Fat Ass Cat Box Santa Clause"

Fat ass cat box santa clause
drinking fortys to sleep it off
gouging turkey before he knaws
your not going to get anything for free

this holy day for the red devil obease
delievers less than he eats
he would have brought you some special treats
but he got hungry along the way

fat ass cat box santa clause
another hoilday that kinda got lost
ring the bell
theres an odor about him
like his cookies got tossed

fat ass fat ass
fat ass
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 22:55:17 (PST)


"Sermon on the Cat Box Mount"

You bow your heads to pray
the lord of the Cat Box can be replaced
counterfit generic salmon crackers in the
brass collection plate
grapes to prunes
turned to wine
whats the truth
cat box lords blood
runs off the vine
lock jaw rust
find someone you can trust
believe in
not right
cockroaches holy sacrafice
thank you,without a doubt
branded mice stereotyped
generator wheel run around
you don't have to shout
exit signs say get out
on the cross
on the steeple
you are now the cat box lords people
unapperciated gifts
that don't help
pay for things
dig deeper
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 22:41:15 (PST)


geeesuz snowy tulips, youre pretty selfish.
my life is over because no one calls to say they love me!!!! boo hoo hoo
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 14:11:21 (PST)


Tear soaking my face,
I cant believe i hurt you.
Whole body shakes,
I dont know what to do.
I'm hurtg too,
cause this time I'm to blame.
And my heart aches for you,
and it will nvr the same.
I wish you were here to hold me,
and tell everything will be fine.
Just like it used to be,
When you were mine.
I'm lost with out you,
I can't find my way.
I just want to wrap my arms around you,
and make you stay.
There no one to kiss goodnight.
No one calling to say " I Love You".
I don't know what to do.
Snow Roses
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:42:19 (PST)


nope, mr catbox sir, youre still not trying very hard.
Anonymous
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 09:37:46 (PST)


"The Cat Box moon ain't made outta cheese"

Its all a lie
everything you believe
all you know
they taught you disease
the cat box ain't flat
or we'ld fall of to hell
and die and bleed
and you know
I know
the cat box moon ain't made outta cheese

you can analize this
as many times as you please
disecect it into one cell
reword it to mean
broken cat box rose reflections
don't grow gold leaves
and
the cat box moon ain't made outta cheese
Anonymous
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 00:17:17 (PST)


"Canoe Race Across the Cat Box Moat"

Face paced shark attacks at your throat
compititions out there
nothing is enough
I can't believe this log stays afloat
this is the canoe race across the cat box moat

draw bridge trolls
petrified dried deck post
dug in all along the cubed coast
oil slick wine canteen
nautical decoration pig roast
crumbled sand castles stand at the end
of the canoe race across the cat box moat
Anonymous
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 00:04:59 (PST)


making up in the cat box

leave you here
retarded goldelocks fox
run on down
'fore your gonna need shocks
answers plan gotta go away
or hold on to what we got
cat box tears
cupids little eye snot
I don't wanna see you cry
thats why
look here
you
well thats everything I got
thats everything I want
so we better get to making up soon
right here in your luxury cat box
making in in your cat box
I'm sorry
but I don't know what about
come on over here and tell me how its all my fault
so we can get right back to
making up in the cat box
way to make it all fit
is talk about love
walking in the sand
the saddest story can be bought
never mind all that
lets get back to making up
making up
making up in the cat box
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 23:50:55 (PST)


"Wasting Cat Box Make-Up"

Looks like theres a need for some cat box make up
gravy stained gel all the beautys gone
and can't even trade up
if there was a cat box award
it'd probably get a silver cup
that would double as a pot to piss in

picasso sand paintings,red clay formations
landmine pidgeons`
shake and bake overexposure explanations
augmented reciepe for sundried casturations
aborted in a sand trap near you

a map of the stars
wet cement in the dug out
circles in the water
is what this shit spells out
its starting to seem like
it might need a tarp to cover it up
darkness maybe the answer too?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 23:38:43 (PST)


"Cat fight up in the Cat Box"
Bleeding eye scratching
howling screech
sounds like,some kittys in heat
spraying
blame hiding greed
cat box battle
under your feet

Cat fight up in the Cat Box
theres a cat fight up in the Cat Box
it looks like the one wants to get with me
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 18:35:14 (PST)


ugh that was some bad poetry mister catbox, sir.
i know you can do better than that.
not by much, but its the idea that counts, eh?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 11:43:53 (PST)


"cat box chili peppers"

the broth sauce shined in the moonlight
speckled with jalapeno enima waterfalls
a gas so un-natural
the queen of the cat box prayer meeting
went to the fillin station in honor of george harrison's cancerous death
while his ashes are to be mixed with burnt donuts
and dropped losely in front of the car wash
just thirty feet from the pumps
later to be mixed with regular unleaded
say cheese moon mix
speaking of shooting journalist rooks
the cat box al quaeda nixon half back bishop christ will run out of film
photographing
a random illegal immigrant gas station worker
for the bombing headline photos
I hope the greatful dead shit on your breasts
you cat box squirrel
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:50:12 (PST)


^
red hot chilli peppers
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 14:30:31 (PST)


sometimes i feel like i dont have a partner.
sometimes i feel like i dont have a friend.
its the city i live in
the city of angels
as lonly as i am
together we cry.
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 14:29:49 (PST)


"Cat Box Evictions"

When you don't do nothing wrong
you don't need no conviction
down every Cat Box road
roam with nowhere to go
in cat box space suspended

Cat Box Evictions
get out no one cares
you can't take it with you
without anywhere
everythings against you
Cat Box Evictions

When you got no Cat Box songs
maybe one day you'll listen
thats the way the cat box goes
you can't dig another hole
trapped you cant live in

Cat Box Evictions
get out no one cares
you can't take it with you
without anywhere
everythings against you
Cat Box Evictions
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:46:33 (PST)


I'm sick of boys I can't touch

****
but today this guy made me freak out
incredible how much I wanted to be with this total stranger
amazing what's left unsaid
amazing the music you wake up to at three am
****

Just how hard does my thought transmittal hit you
pull you away
and remind you that you need your
fillºfixºquota
for this set of three months????
I know your top hat charm
overshoe apathy

you insist on using it

hit me





Eve
- Friday, November 30, 2001 at 23:44:16 (PST)


ASS HOLE!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!
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Anonymous
- Friday, November 30, 2001 at 19:01:21 (PST)


ASS HOLE!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!
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!
Anonymous
- Friday, November 30, 2001 at 19:01:11 (PST)


Tje city suffers from a neurosis
people mistake for energy
Energetic/neurotic...on the same branch of the tree.
and when the lights dim there's still an underlying current.
"Incoming"
Stick your finger in a socket long enough
you burn out.
Difference between you and the city is,
the city keeps moving. You don't have rats
in your basement.
The city suffers from energy
people mistake for themselves.
rebekah
- Friday, November 30, 2001 at 15:55:53 (PST)


hey jessica, your poem sucked like a hoover
Anonymous
- Friday, November 30, 2001 at 11:10:10 (PST)


To you I send a kiss
One to make you smile
One You'll always miss
and think about every once and a while

IMAGIN'...

A soft touch to your face
and chills down your back
The best feeling, "My Embrace"
Not wanting any slack

DREAM...

Of us together
Always in your thoughts
Something to last forever
Without any faults

KNOW...

"Some things" are meant to be
Something to always last
Looking forward to the future
And NEVER forgetting the past

LOVE...

The way I Love You
The one my heart beats for
And how no one else compares to
The one that I adore.

Jessyca AKA BabyCat
- Thursday, November 29, 2001 at 20:54:40 (PST)


Soy un come mecos
me encanta mamar vergas
comerme los mecos y verte comerte los mios
me encanta que me chupen el pito
y que me mastiquen los huevos
en paris aprendi que
mamar una vergota
es mejor que
que cualquier cosa

Ruben
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 22:32:06 (PST)


thats worth another time:


I have never regreted kissing anyone until now.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 21:44:10 (PST)


okay fine be an asshole it could have been even more neat! we had potential, i actually felt for you, a new phenomenom for me! so go ahead, talk to her are you trying to make me jealous she always liked you too anyways well it wont work because is all you are is an asshole anyways, then nevermind to you.
i have never regreted kissing anyone in my life until now
Protecting myself
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 21:43:27 (PST)


"Its like I'm just talking to the Cat Box"

Everything I say
you don't listen
you walk away
its senseless
the game you play is
ignorance
till theres no meaning left
to give it

It's like I'm just talking to the Cat Box
it won't answer me back
but who gives a shit
theres no hidden messages
and it listens
and still
everything I say is wrong

Its like I'm just talking to the Cat Box
or watching the sand like it was a clock
like you its focused in and locked
a thousand Cat Boxes away

Its like I'm just talking to the Cat Box
look away and fake feeling,you mock
listen with the emotion of a rock
It's like I'm just talking to the Cat Box
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 20:22:58 (PST)


C is for cookie, thats good enough for me!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 08:59:44 (PST)


"Cat Box from Afgana cabstand"

The dark lord of the cat box seas
tootsie roll crust lucifer
lay down his rocks and spiked plunger
on his head a pillow padded baby blanket
sandy greased lice tunnel into his skull
he watches over the fuel monies
and changes the hand towels
eating off the fly swatter tied to the washroom key
don't you want to suicide bomb me
in debt no war map can help you,
under a rock disease monkey
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 06:48:37 (PST)


"On some cat box trip"

"C" is for Cat Box
what'd you think it means
get your cat box outta the monkey pawn gutter
float on the oatmeal broth banana peel patches
nautical decorations with a silver lining dream
reflecting off each little road cone
a salt bleached beached light house castle
surf the devils sea
underneath a cat box treasure
baseboard and floor covering
bring it on home
"C" is for cat box
why do you gotta complicate things
its a magic pooper scooper basin
each little grain like a pasty mustard seed
thats not ground beef!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 28, 2001 at 00:24:46 (PST)


"I can't get no Cat Box welfare"

I can't get no cat box welfare
no,they won't give it up for me
I can't get no cat box welfare
when I ask
they just show their teeth

I can't get no cat box welfare
they say I got to much cat box gold and green
and there ain't no crazy cult outta nowhere
wanting to share some cat box with me

I can't get no cat box welfare
a hand me down box,thats half empty
so I gots nowhere to go
thats where its at
I'll have to hold it all in forever it seems
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 27, 2001 at 22:54:19 (PST)


"The tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box"(
1st three verses)

The Tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
the tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
the tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
is worn and frayed and spews biohazardous harmful chemicals that impair breathing

The Tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
the tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
the tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
is rusted and corrioded and disruptive
to thought processes that were logical in the begining

The Tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
the tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
the tube that bleeds the burrito juice into the cat box
is somebodys secret happiness
so learn to live with it please
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 27, 2001 at 12:46:32 (PST)


youre palltry attempts at irony fall flat.
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 24, 2001 at 12:38:13 (PST)


"I hope the Cat Box Critic Really likes this one"

I hope the Cat Box Critic really likes this one
because thats the reason I keep on
and the advice that I depend on
to shape the cat box inards like clay

how would you like them today?

I hope the cat box critic really likes this one
the ruling advice piles have such form
and more and more the cat box critic sir,
keeps shitting!

I hope the cat box critic really likes this one
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 24, 2001 at 10:43:07 (PST)


no i am grasping for air..........
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 24, 2001 at 09:17:54 (PST)


sevens? elevens?
damn thats some shitty rhyming.
what are you, grasping at straws?
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 24, 2001 at 01:06:15 (PST)


"Why do the Cat Box Poems always come in sevens?"

It's like I've died and went to Cat Box heaven
not just a couple,or a few to get me thru
the only thing that could be better than this,
is..if they came in elevens

its a good thing,but I keep thinking
I love them I tell ya
I always want more
yeah,you could say I'm begging
but the question that remains unanswered
even though its like a cat box harvest on thanksgiving
why,why I ask you
why do the cat box poems always come in sevens?
Anonymous
- Friday, November 23, 2001 at 22:34:01 (PST)


dunno what you meant, but i was
talking about the horrid poem
Anonymous
- Friday, November 23, 2001 at 15:16:46 (PST)


you know what's even worse....the fact that he is all alone and therefore we cannot help him 8~(
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 22, 2001 at 18:21:45 (PST)


oh god thats horrible
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 22, 2001 at 17:31:27 (PST)


mock what you believe

the angels cry
but what do i care
never have i seen your god
only pray cause i was made
i gaze upon your beloved cross
cold eyes stare back
of a god that claims to love
yet condems without a thought
yet again i gaze upon you beloved cross empty eyes
it fills me with disgust
the god of a dying world
a decaying place
he couldn't even save himself
why should i believe he can save me
i will not beg for his forgiveness
not in a world he claims to love
yet he watches it decay
good people condemed to hell for a small mistake
judge me for my wrongs in this life
for they were committed here
not in my next.
Briar--you can not love that which causes you pain
- Wednesday, November 21, 2001 at 05:03:07 (PST)


"Sick in the Head from the Cat Box"

Sick in the head from the cat box
sick in the head from the cat box
sick in the head from the cat box
you got to believe me

Sick in the head from the cat box
sick in the head from the cat box
sick in the head from the cat box
the trees don't grow from seeds

Sick in the head from the cat box
sick in the head from the cat box
sick in the head from the cat box
toxo plasma gondii
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 23:38:31 (PST)


"They got a gun to my head,and all they ask is Cat Box Poetry"

They got a gun to my head
yes thats what I said
the demands are clear
Cat Box day is here

Cat Box poetry request
its what they love best
they can't stand to see less
Cat Box Poetry

Don't look at me
I'd rather just leave
but bullets can make you bleed
so I'll write them all for free

They got a gun to my head
and all they ask is Cat Box poetry
I told them read some shakespere
or a cable guide please
but all they want to see is Cat Box
they just want the cat box
I said Cat Box
they want
the Cat Box
Poetry!!!!!!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 23:34:15 (PST)


"Just a Hundred more cat box poems left in the year"

I hate to see it go
the count down is near
its hard to say goodbye
its the end I fear
its the year of the cat box
so bring us more beer
theres just a hundred more cat box poems
left in the year

theres been good ones
theres been bad ones
we've seen happy ones and sad ones
but the cat box songs
are what I love to hear

the cat box zodiac goes around and around
shadows and memories
we'll always hold near
the cat box sands of time
slowly disappear
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 23:26:25 (PST)


Look into my eyes,
cant u see
I suffer from pain in every way
one way in fake laughter
one way in tears
tears that no one knows about
tears that no one sees
look into my eyes
real pain in troment r dug deep within
do u see at all the person i really am
do u see how happy i am not
pain and torment are a part of me now
with me is sorrow that wishes for no tomorrow
look at me, i am more then u see
Lessa Rose....please give feedback
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 17:32:00 (PST)


SWEET CAT BOX BURMUDA TRIANGLE

Everyone you've loved is lost
over the walls of sauce
up to your knees
sweet jesus please
get us outta here
a thousand promises tossed
like long locks of furball sugar rocks
crystalized dryed petrified
search engines cant see
left for the wild sea
flushed into the ocean of porta potties
lost
lost
forever
like my love
why god why
in the cat box open sky
can't I find my way home
to the cat boxes polluted open sore shores
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 00:36:24 (PST)


WICKED WALLS OF THE CAT BOX

The teeth of the median snag and rip
as you try to escape the hellish sands
lost in time to a tide of gravel
salted with blown out of poportion waste
the wicked walls of the Cat Box maim
in retaliation against the fresh air
and the holyness of clease
a broth bath from the devil
a dry stop amongst the islands of hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 00:25:11 (PST)


"A Cat Box Thanksgiving Thursday"
mashed baked baste frozen
gravel filters
plenty of horned shaped satanic numbers
sandwiched between the heart shaped false gods
slurpee sausage link sundown
enough fuel to base a war on
we are thankful
for the many colors
brought into the over flowing wells
cobs of corn and drum stick stock rotation
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 20, 2001 at 00:14:02 (PST)


as i laid there watching you sleep
i drifted in my thinking and now
there is so much at stake

for one moment I felt the touch
of someone who cared but then
I looked into the eyes of terror
and once again I smiled as if I
had been there all along and it
worked because I always never
had problems refocusing or coming
around again.

everytime I looked at you I saw him
and when I saw him I could see you
mtmdmtmdtcombinations of one in
everyone of us includingsleabkmm.
Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 21:49:21 (PST)


One more tonight

we may have cared alright
but to live with you
and you live with me
would be very deadly

see you want a life
with little committment
and yet you read up on
what women supposedly
want and still you cant
figure it out

I know you know about
the c word you must
hear it all the time
and yes it can be scary
thinking about it from
time to time.

But committing to one cunt
really isnt so bad if you
understand how to love


Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 21:39:01 (PST)


have you ever kissed another
and with their breath felt
their love for you?

have you ever been so into
someone that making love was fun?

have you ever looked into the eyes
of your partner during the exact
moment you were both experiencing
a natural satisfying climax?

have you ever cared for one person
and wanted to work together for what
ever it takes to make dreams come true?

have you ever put your trust into someone
even when you felt insecure but knew enuff
to trust in yourself that it was a good
decision at that precise time?

have you ever had that trust removed? if no than it was love pure raw energy love that has no reason to break the trust or any other vow as it is satisfied with the love it has achieved from being true balanced friends. if yes than you were not right for each other for whatever reasons

and that is why and how exits are staged.
Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 21:16:00 (PST)


you will never change
but the earth will.
you will leave not
knowing where you
will be going but
the earth doesnt
think about that
even though its
alive it too
someday will die
who are you you
always wonder that
I understand completely
even though I grew up
in a two parent household
you are who you are and that
is who you have created which
you know that in being your own
creator you can also recreate any
part of your mental state that you
now realize does not assist you in
achieving your ultimate goals in life
does responsibility agree with you thou


Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 20:51:57 (PST)


when I stand near you
my pulse begins to race
my heart beats faster
i wish i could hold you
kiss your lips and caress
your face while looking
into your big brown eyes.

i have always been known to
fantasize from time to time
but this one is different
you actually showed signs
which i thought it meant
you were interested but
maybe i am wrong again.
Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 20:32:04 (PST)


the fact that we were laying there
is utterly ridiculous
the fact that i took so much comfort in your arm
lazily over me, as if it weren't first time
and your hand lay still, much to my relief
i had no avoid no seduction
i had to say nothing except be nice my dear i want you so bad and i dont even know why
finally we did the utmost intimate expression ever, while forcing out what we only want to say in our minds and maybe even hearts
it was wonderful but not in the heavy, inevitable way i fear. while you may sting me with your words, you will not hurt my side, inslut my flesh, or make me want to rinse my mouth, or even draw those awful tears from my eyes. i am far beyond you and for once i am not using you, and you are not using me, it just happened and we care for each other equally even though you spit when you say it and i somehow know the truth anyways
Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 19:52:47 (PST)


thank the higher powers!
Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 13:32:45 (PST)


he died.
or the cat box got him.
(i suspect the two are the same)

Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 13:32:16 (PST)


WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO TRAVIS RAY COLE?
Anonymous
- Monday, November 19, 2001 at 12:11:35 (PST)


you ask me not to analyize
or spend extra time trying
to figure you and this out
but when I go ahead and do it
despite your strange request
I begin to see what your all
about...you smell like pee and
smoke worse than a chimney

Anonymous
- Sunday, November 18, 2001 at 08:11:34 (PST)


my own way

headlights approach
we duck down
get it...well then watch a duck sometime!
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 18, 2001 at 07:52:01 (PST)


keep up the good work catbox poet
I'm not going to say your shit don't stink
but its a hell of a lot better than the other
crap in the box
right on man
fill 'er up
catbox style
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 18, 2001 at 00:02:13 (PST)


The Last Game

the time ever so slow
tick--toc in the ears
each player hears it.

there is no such way
I have tried it before
its not duable that I know

you are one big fool
I offered you money
in an indirect way
and you turned me down

watch me go now asshole
I have learned how to climb
barely tied together ladders
I will reach my goals, desires
my passions will be filled
my needs will be met and all without you
and sooner or later while I am standing in
Ciaro in awe over and about the pyramids, you
at the precise moment will think of me and know then and only then that you were a fool to have turned me down.
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 19:59:52 (PST)


No injection of method
was placed into the madness
free from authority's control
it acted in such a bizarre way
never doing what it was told

No amount of nature's green
could stop its imagination train
it was bound to happen just like time
in a instant their worlds did colide
never again to be the same and seen

A little bit of sadness sits on her cheek
shes so tired from sharing of herself and
of the loathing shes had to put up with
from the madness she did not wish to meet
who is now playing a game of hide and seek

its so like sugar to coat itself around something
to make it look more attractive and bitter sweet
so the bite will be bigger then the something itself
cause it never bites off more chow than it can chew
it cannot because it never does ever have such time.
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 19:40:16 (PST)


the nightmare is the result of not dealing with it in the waking hours
create a dialogue with children


THE DAY THE WORLD CHANGED

there roams an evil in the early morning mist
so bound and bent to deliver an evil message
that it means new business and it does exist

nineteen evil peoples plus many many more
sent the world into the cities of United States
searching for the innocent unsespecting lives

the skies filled with smoke and the air with debris
those nineteen plus evil people cheered with gleem
while watching us come together for rescue and clean

what fuels their drive to change the world is their ideologies
of how the world should ultimately look, act, think, and feel
and so therefore commit to terror on and conversion of the enemy

what they fail to realize these terrorists in their attempts to defy is
what so many of us already realize and as a result came together
to defend the freedom that they will never understand as long as
they continue to reject the fact that other types of socialization
exist besides theirs so if they want to live their own way they have to let live as well.


economics is infiltrated into our way of life in such a way that it cannot be broken as that would then mean the end of the free market and our way of life. Would you go out and just milk your cows for free for your neighbour, would the cotton factories, the housing industry, the automobile industry, the food and liquid manufacturing industries etc., just continue to make and distribute their products or services to others without getting paid. Probably not, therefore, the game of work and economics has to continue.

Anonymous
- Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 18:12:17 (PST)


dear catbox poet--
some of your poems, yes,
while being quite good
the use of the form 9 times a day
puts us all in bad moods
Anonymous
- Friday, November 16, 2001 at 11:48:10 (PST)


mule in the cat box
waiting for the war
power up and relieve the humps
toxic sacks of polluted resoviors
cancer dragon pony shroads
burning
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:41:36 (PST)


"I'm sick of this cat box shit"

I'm sick of this cat box shit
there better be an end to it...
soon

its as bad as it can get
I'm sick
really
sick
of all this cat box shit

I don't like it
can you ever get over it
hemorrage brain damage
in the cat box nerve ending
twisted hypnotist

I'm sick of this cat box shit
theres no way I'm gonna mess with it
get as far away as I can possibly get
I'm sick of this cat box shit!
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:36:49 (PST)


"you put the Xbox in the cat box"

the line of thought was you
and that cat box belly dance you do
theres nothing even close to
make room for the new and use the tools
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:30:07 (PST)


"I don't like the cat box poems"

I have'nt read a single one
that can make her purr and hum
I would'nt write them if I was you
'cause all they is about is
you know what too

I don't like the cat box poems
the cat box is no where to start a home
not one line
is even cool
time to go back to cat box school

I don't like these cat box words
seems its all focused on turds
cat box underground made up ofcat box nerds
now its said now its heard
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:26:04 (PST)


"The nieghbors wifes little cat box"

The nieghbors wifes little cat box
sure looks good to me
the nieghbors wifes little cat box
smells nice and sweet
she keeps it clean
the nieghbors wifes little cat box
is all I really need
my nieghbors wifes little cat box
is my only dream

I wanna get in her cat box
I wanna get in her cat box
wanna get in her cat box
you know what I mean

The nieghbors wifes little cat box
sure looks good to me
the nieghbors wifes little cat box
smells nice and sweet
she keeps it clean
the nieghbors wifes little cat box
is all I really need
my nieghbors wifes little cat box
is my only dream
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:18:45 (PST)


"I lost your love on that long cat box road"

your never coming back
and thats for sure
you say things you believe
your crazy girl

theres no point in putting faith
in what you've been sold
its hard to believe in what you've been told
I lost your love on that long cat box road
its time to go
I know that you know

you stab me in the back
whats new you've done that before
your ice heart wont beat
your lying vocal chords

theres no point in putting faith
in what you've been sold
its hard to believe in what you've been told
I lost your love on that long cat box road
its time to go
I know that you know


I lost your love long long ago
somewhere gone now
lost on that long cat box road!!


Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:13:12 (PST)


"The Cat Box Puzzle"

combination Cat Box confusion
fuels the modified lego pudding bricks
stacked with the centers facing christ
the Cat Box-a-holic
seasoned baseboard anniversary special
a lesson in gravity
the primitive sand art epoxy
each and every piece
a part of you
walls of

as we all sing

Theres racoon guts
on the road to the cat box
theres racoon guts
on the way to the Cat Box
Theres racoon guts on the road to the cat box
I'm not going to clean it up

You lost all your love in the pit of the cat box
you lost all you love in the pit of the cat box
you lost all your love in the pit of the cat box
down at the bottom of hell

Theres racoon guts
on the road to the cat box
theres racoon guts
on the way to the Cat Box
Theres racoon guts on the road to the cat box
hes not going to shit no more

wasted mercury
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 23:03:59 (PST)


give her a hand, ladies and gentlemen
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 22:09:13 (PST)


MY GOD !!!!!!

THE CAT SHIT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.........AND SOFORTH.
I'LL PRAY FOR YOU CAT BOX POET......I WILL PRAY THAT
SOMETHING OTHER THAN CAT WASTE RECEPTICLE'S WILL CATCH
YOUR ATTENTION AND YOU'LL STOP LITTERING THIS BEAUTIFUL SITE WITH YOUR CAT SHIT CAT BOX UTTERINGS.
ENUFF CAT BOX TO LAST AN ETERNITY>
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 21:45:24 (PST)


Title of the coherent words brought together to form the paragraphs below this left to right stream of words brought together to make this sentence is called........"Genuine Shame"
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 20:30:00 (PST)


I never bite off more than I can chew
its too hard to turn it into chow
inside the hole that swallows our survival
and how does one know that for sure...how is
that a fact of matter instead of just an uneducated and not well thought out thought....well because if we all sewed or stapled our mouths together today with notion that we would never eat again...we would starve as we need or are dependant upon food in order for us to survive....this is a fact of matter and of life.

do I need you however.....no.....i can survive and quite romatically I might add with the fresh new love of someone who treats me like a woman, lady, and the person I deserve to be treated like which I might also add is a person who is caring, sharing, funknee and so on and so forth....but you just dont know how to express your self properly around persons of the opposite sex it seems.....wow....you are so good in bed to....that's a real sincere genuine shame...but you wont get that last part cause you dont know <-.
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 20:21:53 (PST)


you think your qut
when in fact you r knott
vanity has to function
with the likeness of having no shame
otherwise my dear you would not be here
trying to leave your blame with little ol me
oh eye c u think that i dont get it or that I doughnt see well I am glad that you have asked as my third eye Cees perfectly
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 20:08:51 (PST)


In all things a rapid beginner,
Young Fay soon excelled as a sinner;
When tired, at nine,
Of cocaine and fine wine,
She switched to cigars and paint thinner.

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 14:15:49 (PST)


hey lessa--gee i guess when you whine and sob
and wallow in overall self-pity
youre bound to have a
breakup or two...

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 14:11:59 (PST)


ok i like catbox peotry a little bit, but seriously whoever is writeing it, u r killing all the otehr writers her. U took over all the page and all the other poems so no one can look at anyone elses. Dont get my wrong i am a catbox fan, but please
Mad hatter calmed down a bit
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 10:43:18 (PST)


I am...nothing
a point on the planet that no one notices
where i lay my head to rest is a place that is full of shit
waste of time, waste of space, waste of air
but i keep going on
for no one but me and me
i write this poem to show myslef what i think and really feel
thay give me meds and they counsal me to death
and i write not for u
but to see who is me
i am katy
i am Lessa rose
who are u and y do i care
i am nothing, a point on earth
i am a lonely lost angel here
i am katy, u care because u want to

Lessa Rose...please give feedback
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 10:40:42 (PST)


"Cat Box Retard"

I'm gonna be laTE
to the cat boxes second mistake
repo recall
cat box down the hall
in the floor
on the door
out side the board walk
on the way to the traIN
lie to me
say its a game
the cat box satan has different plans
and you bitch about some bullshit
cat box death will have us all
re evaulate the sands of time
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 06:51:20 (PST)


"fill the cat box channel"

come on baby
pull the handle
change it to the paw game
scratch your new cat box name
liquid shame
cat box cat box brainless explainations
the war inside the cat box
cryed out for more
as the cat box satans
held open the door
for the top dollar cat box whore

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 06:47:30 (PST)


simulated cat box case worker

theres something wrong cat box wise
this is going in the report
it never was like this
I'm right
and in this I am sure
theres something definitely wrong with the cat box tonight
but if it ryhymes and I keep it short
it could be worse
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 06:43:43 (PST)


"You Cat Box Son of A Bitch"

The picasso grey molded plastic tub
was half full of Kudos
in a flea infested grain
tomorrow brings a special sauce
orange mango rain
and it smells like happiness
drowned out recycled roses douch basket

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 06:40:56 (PST)


"A better James Dean"

Hunker down in the Cat Box
tell me thats not a shammy davis burger
you don't impress me
name dropper royal flush drain stopper

Hunker down in the Cat Box bunker
fall out shelter xtc
is that a falling star
on the Cat Box shredder
milk of the breastless wonder
overdose of Cat Box saddle burnt bubbles
is this a Cat Box James Dean
another Cat Box mistake dream

Hunker down in the Cat Box all the day and night
spray the perimeter go the distance
now would you please turn out the light
sponge up the drew carrey pile
is that your smile
stop that
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 06:35:22 (PST)


"Brown Nugget"

Cat Box jehova
knocking at the cat box door
leaving little cat box cult messages
to be deciephered
on the cat box oceans floor

sea weed spam propaganda
underneath the wind
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 23:46:30 (PST)


"A special thanks to the Cat Box fans"

You mean everything
come on
give them a hand

when the anti cat box protest began
and you we're there to tell them
go pound sand
A very special thanks
to all you Cat Box fans
Thank You So Much
again

Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 23:42:48 (PST)


"My Cat Box Subscription just ran out"

time to reorder
They are walking over the border
right into the cat box brain
circuit maze wrapped around
heart shaped cat box bar code glove
shovel to the ready
goal post moistness
holes in the net
scent of death
fish on the set
jack in the cat box stamps
jill vomits the pill molocule
wasted romance
are'nt you gonna pull the plug
in the drain there was a bug
radio cancer ear plug one cell gel
test tube survielance dance
bottled poisons made outta sand
my subscription just ran out
I'll stab you in the face
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 23:38:29 (PST)


"Just another Cat Box prayer"

Dear God,
Please watch over the cat box and keep it safe
keep the resivoir full each and everyday
sail away sail away
theres a little cat box splash
cash in the collection plate hubcap
get you saved
do the hula dance
amen
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 23:23:32 (PST)


"The Cat Box fly thats going to die"

Around he goes
landing gear down
one more time
all clear
anti
fly paper

Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 20:09:20 (PST)


"Cat Box Potato Salad Dizzy Crufix"

Lumpy potato
godless mustard
blended past the point of woven spun custard
crosseyed chicken bone stake
stab it satanic clam bake
missle crisis
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 20:07:50 (PST)


I dont know
Something i dont know has happend
something i danno is going on
im lost
alone
depressed
unsure
one more day closer to death
one more day to waste and happen
one more day where i am lonely
who r u
who am i
something
something
i dont know...
Lessa rose....Please give feedback
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 17:41:10 (PST)


I dont know
Something i dont know has happend
something i danno is going on
im lost
alone
depressed
unsure
one more day closer to death
one more day to waste and happen
one more day where i am lonely
who r u
who am i
something
something
i dont know...
Lessa rose....Please give feedback
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 17:40:05 (PST)


"The Ghost of Cat Box past"

The stench will always remain
like summer songs in the rain
across the tide
here comes more
those are shells
snails on the cat box floor
in the caves beyond the land mines
one last look into your eyes
I don't want to have to die
there is satan in his throne
stabbing the gravel heart that shape the lawn
hes the ghost of cat box past
in his forever lasting cat box bath
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 06:54:40 (PST)


"Away in the Cat Box manger"

Candy cane striped tumours for humps
break Chemo the camels back
wise guy sprays and defects
the name sake baby abortion pile
herpe snot pours out his eyes
like glitter tears
don't cry say the stars in the sky
as they lead us into pay later war
goodbye
theres no sex in hells gas chamber
everyone gathered in the manger
to rename the liquid snakes and smile
in a hay bale
the new holy leader
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 14, 2001 at 06:48:46 (PST)


catbox poetry catbox poetry
drop somemore catbox poetry

Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 22:23:35 (PST)


catbox poetry catbox poetry
we need catbox poetry!!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 22:02:17 (PST)


I had sex with travis,his poetry was better
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 14:22:06 (PST)


are you that dumb
are you that blind?

your struggle is not with an ordinary cat here
it is with the devil
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 13:13:53 (PST)


catbox poetry rules

Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 11:07:28 (PST)


Did I just stumble into catbox hell?
What has happened to this site?
Someone explain to me please, I've read
and somehow I've misssed something. If it's that
bad just please buy some tidy cat or throw the cat
out of doors, he may just like it and your cat box
trauma will come to an end, and maybe, just maybe we
could read some beautiful poetry or just some sucky
poetry, hell at this point Im missing TRAVIS RAY COLE
and his world of shit poems. Come on people !!

AAAAITE ????

PS

Death to the towelheads and KUDOS to Mr. Bush.!!!!!
Trying to get the cat box smell outtta here.
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 10:49:15 (PST)


catbox
catbox
catbox
write more catbox
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 00:31:41 (PST)


the cat box poetry police are suck
please please please
write the more cat box songs of hope!1
Anonymous
- Monday, November 12, 2001 at 21:44:14 (PST)


today it went backwards
*he went nuclear*
Eve
- Monday, November 12, 2001 at 20:06:28 (PST)


Dear Catbox Poet,
Please write some more Catbox poetry
Thank You
Anonymous
- Monday, November 12, 2001 at 18:23:21 (PST)


is that a jolly rancher in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?
Anonymous
- Monday, November 12, 2001 at 16:12:18 (PST)


she was always jealous.....


Jealous of my tits.
Jealous of my ass.
Jealous of my legs.
Jealous of my eyes.
Jealous of my confidence.
Jealous of my thinness compared
to her pudginess. Genes I guess.
She was always jealous of my dark skin.
Hated her own pale zit riddled hide.
Sure she has brains, but they aint nice
to look at. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 10, 2001 at 23:53:30 (PST)


when i read the catbox stuff, i dont really read it. i skip over it looking for other shit that doesnt have anythign to do with the goddamed shittinng habits of felines.
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 10, 2001 at 21:53:58 (PST)


"When I read the words Cat Box I go into a spaz attack and shit all over myself"

When I read the words Cat Box
I go into a spaz attack and shit all over myself
I've been having this problem for a while now,
its something I can't really help
I don't see anything else around it
just the words Cat Box,nothing else
some doctors say I have Ailurophobia
but I swear its gotta be something else

I've been having Cat Box nightmares
they all end the same
I wake up after I see satan
and the box stinks and is wet
then I have a couple more seziures
foam at the mouth sometimes a little more
sometimes a little less

yeah,When I read the words Cat Box
I go into a spaz attack and shit all over myself
whirlpools and funnel clouds
theres a cat box bath inside my head
maybe it all goes back to when I was a kid
when my mother told me
someday I could be the cat box pope or president

I close my eyes until I wish I could rip them out
I try to read it backwards and pretend I'm colorblind
think of something else look away,it does'nt help
I even take the prescription Cat Box medications
but that just gets in the way of cleaning it up

When I read the words Cat Box
I go into a spaz attack and shit all over myself
I wish I could get it fixed with out a straight jacket
restraints and sewing my ass up
thats what I said now
When I read the words Cat Box
I go into a spaz attack and shit all over myself.
Anonymous
- Friday, November 09, 2001 at 22:57:15 (PST)


A Winter With Wolf

the smugness of the wind
whipped in through the
frequently visited window
only to knock over the only
glass of water they had.

I looked up from my business
and met with the suprize in their eyes
they knew then that I was the one who
delivered that which caused them to be surprized
They get it now I saw that too in their eyes
I could never be chained for I am mentally too
strong and for a Heinz 57 I am also very determined
to be known as a wolf from the wild so stop calling me jasper. (8~0)

Anonymous
- Friday, November 09, 2001 at 17:01:12 (PST)


QUIT WITH THE CAT BOX B.S. ALREADY!!!!!!!!
SweetieEvil
- Friday, November 09, 2001 at 10:22:45 (PST)


cat boxes...
they are the clay pigeons
of this room's range...
someone, hand me a rifle!

0707
- Friday, November 09, 2001 at 01:28:08 (PST)


do you write poems about cat litter...cat piss..or cat shit??
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 08, 2001 at 06:15:37 (PST)


more cat box poetry please!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 21:43:19 (PST)


enuff of the cat box.......cum join my soup train.......--------->

Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 19:51:09 (PST)


your heart knows no love
it is only saturated in pain
whereas my heart has loved
and been loved and it has also
experienced the wrath of pain
and still I continue to long for love
but only with the one who understands
love like I do which is all about caring
sharing and tenderness...trust committment
and honesty.

something you know nothing of and now isnt that ashame?
no now that I think about it there was never this
real sincere desire about your Dreams and goals and this worried me....like it rightfully should considering I alone with my mental ability and my motivational skills lead myself down an academic path.

we are different and yet we are the same but I am not disorganized inside my home I am though sometimes with my mind and I am working on that.

you and I are not meant to share any kind of life
that is definitely for sure and even I realize that now
so once and for all I am sorry about the past and now I must move on......Goodbye my witty wise wizardie type acquaintance.....mdt....

Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 19:37:20 (PST)


don't listen to them catbox poet
write more cat box poetry like only you can
'cause goddamn it your the catbox man
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 18:29:31 (PST)


What if the cat box poet is really a team of cat box poets?

That would make it easier to write ten cat box poems each day and make him that much less a cat box god,
now would'nt it.

If you ask me there is many cat box poets involved here
just like the J.F.K. shooting theories.

You can see an obivious country music influence on
"The Cat Box Poet" with the cowboy chords tacked onto the "anthrax bisquit ballad" the other day.
I tell you this is no ordinary mind at work here
maybe its drugs,maybe its mental illiness,
maybe he's just up to his ears in some heavy shit.

It is to Systematically organized,on to many levels.
It just may be the "cross threaded lesbian mafia"
that you are fucking with here.
It's just poetry,I don't wanna see anybody get hurt.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 18:18:08 (PST)


doesnt it say "please limit to once a day?"
rebekah
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 09:10:53 (PST)


Although I must admit that I am impressed with the writers ability to come up with...oh...8 or 9 cat box poems a day. I often find myself wondering when the stream of ideas will run dry....and also...how much free time do you have on your hands?
DarkAngel
- Wednesday, November 07, 2001 at 07:39:25 (PST)


"Cat Box Embarasments"

I don't want people to know
about the cat box puppet shows
and the cat box camels unbalanced tumour
I think its none of thier biz
It should be top secret
what if the cats not a baby camel
and hes from outer space
some garfield moon someplace
but its even worse than that
I'm not sure this is a cat
maybe microchiped robot war machine
but I can't deny that he is leaking
yes he has a tumour well
and hes straight from cat box hell
what would the vet think
maybe in toungues she'll speak
as she prays it goes away
it was famous for one day
the tumour on the cats ass
now he takes a tumour fluid bath
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 23:50:21 (PST)


"Cat Box built for two"

I notice nobodys singing the barney theme to me
I was gonna make you a legal citzen for free
and hold you close,
hickey up your neck until your pegenant
and whisper in your ear
some crazy broken english,baby

what can I now do
your gone the dreams are too
my heart never existed so thats cool
I wanted to get next to you
in a cat box built for two

you had me under some kinda spell
your big brown eyes really made my love swell
now your gone and its just as well
cause all my friends are laughing about the whole ideal
but they never were there to hold you
to see how it felt

what can I now do
your gone the dreams are too
my heart never existed so thats cool
I wanted to get next to you
in a cat box built for two
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 23:40:46 (PST)


"Save Up All Your Cat Box Kisses,I'm A Gonna Marry You Someday"

Heres how I'm gonna get you a big ol' wedding band
I'm gonna get this here cat insured for a much as I can
and when his tumour thats leaking now,
goes ahead on and explodes

I'm gonna ride up to your door in a sedan deville
made outta gold
and then say well whata you know
baby I've been waiting just to get with you
right here in a mystery cat box
thats getting to be old news

maybe I'll just hit him with a shovel
and put him outta misery
take you out honeypie
and get you some new teeth
then off to go shopping
where you'll love me again

So save up all your cat box kisses
cause I'm a gonna marry you someday
we'll live happy forever
when the cat box terriorist goes away
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 23:26:51 (PST)


"I got the athletes feets from walking to close to the Cat Box again"

My feets are itching
indoor pigpen
need steel toed boots
to take a piss

my feets are burning
this ain't pretend
all we need here
is a little medication

I was walking
walking to close
think trenchfoot set in
my feet are toast

I'm sure evolution
did'nt plan on this
I gotta go out in the woods
cause the tide chart says
this could be the end

Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 23:05:43 (PST)


"The Soup Train don't stop at the Cat Box anymore"

The schedule reads wrong
theres no more train songs
I've been waiting so long
for shes left us this time
it looks like for good
just me and the cat box
mourn and pine the day thru

the stakes for my splintered heart
I can't hear the whistle in the dark
with the rust on the rail
alone here in this cat box hell

with the cat box mines now closed
I guess she had to roam
to some boom town to call home
and find another love

The soup train don't stop at the cat box anymore
it seems its been forever since its last been thru
its still full to the brim with soup
hardened with moss petrified soon
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 20:09:28 (PST)


no, bitch. were simply saying its annoying cuz theres nothignelse to read cuz all the other poets got sick of this shit (no pun intended) and abandoned it
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 19:02:34 (PST)


"Whoops"

Once a cat is infected with herpes virus it is usually infected for life. The virus can usually be
found in the trigeminal ganglia, a nerve connection in the facial area and can also hide in the
optic nerve, the tonsils and the nasal turbinates. It is currently estimated that greater than 90% of
cats harbor this virus in their bodies, so the risk of a new infection for your older cat is not great.
There are different strains of herpes virus, though, and sometimes exposure to a cat shedding
the virus does seem to cause a recurrence of clinical signs in a cat who has been previously
infected. The length of time that cats shed the herpes virus varies a lot but can be as short as 2
weeks or as long as life long.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 17:44:47 (PST)


Yeah,I'm getting sick of this shit too!!!
If you don't write about
whatever we want you to write about
then go away.

we want your poems to be like ours
so we can be unique and original

no one else writes about the trials and tribulations of the cat box so we don't like it when you
do not follow the examples already displayed
if you can not rewrite the same thing we write over and over we do not like it

your writings should be about real things like love or being out of cigarettes,
not things we have a problem with
that is the real freedom that we believe in

The time has come
now I must speak up and choose my side
for the cat box war on hippo-critics

I found this place on a search engine while looking for cat box poetry and there are only a few out there
I come here every day to see the new ones
and all I see is your non-art bitching and complaining
stuff a sock in it suzy and let the cat box poet do his work
for you have already influnced
enough of the art world to stop
with your suicidal crying ass bitch fest

why don't you get outside more or go somewhere
try to live your own life
then maybe,you to would have something different
to write about instead of rehashing
the same crap they fed you

so in summary I say the more cat box the better
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 14:14:21 (PST)


Please post more Cat Box Poetry.
I live for it.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 12:16:19 (PST)


i noticed that whenever anyone posts something, the catbox fanatic posts in double.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 09:04:58 (PST)


"The Cat Box day of Peace"

Of all the flags I rescued
in the Cat Boxes ocean floor
there once was sand castles
that do not stand,no,
no more

I would'nt say shes lying
together we watch freedom dying
for whatever she believes in
right about this time

hate energy from the cat box Queen
as she rubs against the missle silo dreams
hacks up a chip that will never solve all this
hate energy only brings more

The gritty love is empty
her embrce is free to many
its not gonna replace whats missing
in her torn apart cat box heart

and the peace you once believed in
will never be here again
in your box and dying
all cozy and warm
cannon ball dive into the cat box oceans floor
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 08:51:09 (PST)


"Cat Box Balls of Chocolate"

Livin' in the Cat Box is'nt easy getting by
whenever we are challenged
we get a Cat Box high
so come on and fuck with us
cause now your gonna die

we got the cat box balls of chocolate
melting in your sky
close your eyes play dead or something
I'll tell your next of kin you said goodbye

we got the cat box balls of chocolate
yes your day has come
you can have a little peace march
but it looks like you better run

the cat box will take you
to from hevean to the cat box hell
maybe its not worth it
said the last angel that fell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 08:28:21 (PST)


"Postpone the Cat Box bombings,its Ramidan again"

The Cat Box is quiet and empty
on this holy day
theres no one out feeding the cat box camels
they are all dug in to pray
no the bombings did'nt stop
they are just in another place
I guess its not holy over there
and the nuculear droppings
will reach out and find us anyway

amen to the unmarked virgin soils
in the name of the lords of the cat box
drink the sacrafical tumour liquids
with little umbrellas in the glass
let it be called tumour milk with hairs
wearing trechfoot proof rubber boots
bend your ass over
and hide your head in the sand.
bring me cat box sand samples
is the last thing she ever said
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 06, 2001 at 08:21:01 (PST)


"Goodbye to the Cat Box man"
Even though its hard to understand
thru thick and thin
its been more of a lifetime plan
where you going now
to the cat box land
a heaven made outta gravel and soiled sand
hope its not the end of the life thats grand
but I committed myself to eventually clean it up again
hold your head up,until then
Goodbye
whoaaa whooa whooa goodbye
goodbye once again
goodbye to the
I said goodbye to the
goodbye to the
...........
CAT BOX MAN!!!!!
thank you,goodbye
Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 19:31:03 (PST)


here here!
Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 19:21:54 (PST)


how to make a gothic-industrial noise music video:
dress like a b-grade vampire extra, throw in some gratuitous female nudie shots, and mix in some bad band shots on cheap camcorder
Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 15:04:05 (PST)


Edward Lowe
"My life has been a testimony to the credo of the entrepreneur. People like me who have lived the dream should share their knowledge with others, because if private sector business doesn't help–then the American entrepreneur won't survive..." - Lowe
The Start of the Big Idea
Mr. Lowe was a visionary entrepreneur who created a whole new product category with his invention of cat-box filler. He made the trademark "Kitty Litter®" a part of the American vocabulary.

Foundation History
The Edward Lowe Foundation, headquartered at Cassopolis, Michigan, was established by Edward Lowe in 1985
Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 06:28:16 (PST)


"Bring the Cat Box back home"

When the war is over
in the cat box winter
with duds still froze

liquid run off
crosses in the sand
when its lonely empty
the cat box-a-holic corn vending
the tide,its haunting
you said you'ld be back
for me

bring the cat box home

Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 00:53:04 (PST)


Unused cat box lots and plots

don't discount the cat box dollar
gold goal post lens grease
trench stench freedom of peace
dig it
we could bury something there
like hillbillys on welfare
the budgets kicked in here
tumour sore scab dream deal
hitler hump camel ankle weight saddles
bring him back
fertilization
the unbalanced chemo the camel invention
bomb shelter golfball manure sedation
automatic,forced,free unsolicited registration
Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 00:41:42 (PST)


"A Pie in the Face of the Cat Box"
{with easy chords}
am/The spores of Chemo the Camel
D/blew the cat box warmonger fuse repeatidly
am/as the anal asian beetle assult
D/ended in cannonball sickness
am/a bad game of surprise marbles
D/on this holy day
am/absorb said the sand killer
D/with the crosses in his eyes
am/hate under the skin of blame
D/and beneath the toxic layers
am/we're the wings satan stole
D/from the red beatles of hell
am/opened up on the tootsie roll targets
D/left in the sand like sitting ducks
am/the trickle down general playing duck duck goose
D/with satanic black berry poisons
am/at the make believe peace march
D/stained donation plates
am/and carpet bombing responses that eat thru
eat thru eat thru

Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 00:10:15 (PST)


"The I wanna get me some money baby,and get you the biggest Cat Box there is Blues "

I wanna get me some money baby,
and get you the biggest Cat Box there is.

I wanna get me some money baby,
and get you the biggest Cat Box there is.

You outta know by now
I'm not just taking shit

I wanna get me some money baby,
and buy you the biggest Cat Box there is.

I wanna get me some money baby,
and buy you the biggest Cat Box there is.

although it sounds generic
it looks like another
metalic resin rasin mixed blend

I wanna get me some money baby,
and get you the biggest Cat Box there is.

I wanna get me some money baby,
and buy you the biggest Cat Box there is.

It'll have twenty inch wheels
like gears with spikes
stop on the sands of time
and ryhyme with nitogyceren
and we'll read the shadows cast off it
to see if theres enough time for another turn around
way its running,that depends.
Anonymous
- Monday, November 05, 2001 at 00:02:46 (PST)


the green toad
licked his boots in the living room,
leaving scuz once again for Manny the nanny to clean.
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 04, 2001 at 11:31:29 (PST)


"The Bi-Polar Cat Box Cupcakes"
syrup hardeners
liquid waste water lines
past the outlines of the forbiden mapped
ceramic outlines
into the plastic
rectangle fun shapes
flying flea bug air strikes
molded in picasso grey
disco glitter kidney stone chili
enlongated supersizer scab
baking under artificial lighting
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 04, 2001 at 00:01:39 (PST)


+thats not a taco youre eating!!!
-eww what the fuck?
+thats a rat!

Anonymous
- Saturday, November 03, 2001 at 22:29:02 (PST)


I dont know anyone who likes Taco Bell....sorry
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 03, 2001 at 20:19:01 (PST)


"Cat Box Recall"

I'll always remember...
theres something wrong with the cat box
revalation landslide
mines,caves and a circuit of puddle tunnels to china
the impeachment of the biblical bendaho
still has time to give me some advice
can I get a refund
before I go blind
ammonia errosion malfunction
may they get it right

somethings wrong with the cat box
it leaks from every side
just from looking at the schematic
you can see its not right
theres something wrong in the cat box
lord can you make it right
they say theres a recall
its about god damn time

Anonymous
- Friday, November 02, 2001 at 23:11:50 (PST)


"Cat Box Suicide"

Laying the broth puddles
tryin'to say goodbye
but its not fast enough
cat box suicide
breathing the cat box muceus bubbles
a living cat box pie
a triple dose of cat box troubles
leision power slide
going to leave my cat box lover
never say goodbye
its only inspiration
cat box suicide
nothing to laugh about
no one by my side
always in the cat box alone
my life I try to hide
I no longer believe the cat box can save me
cat box suicide
Anonymous
- Friday, November 02, 2001 at 23:01:48 (PST)


I'm suffocating,
thinking of the words I want to say.
Those words I'll never say.
Though he's an open book,
I block what I see.
Pretend I don't know him,
and he doesn't know me.
Anna
- Friday, November 02, 2001 at 21:05:56 (PST)


Irate
is not the word
Eve
- Friday, November 02, 2001 at 20:12:45 (PST)


you know, if the rest of us post shit, we can drown out this obnoxious buffoon
Anonymous
- Friday, November 02, 2001 at 14:43:44 (PST)


"A Pie in the Face of the Cat Box"

The spores of Chemo the Camel
blew the cat box warmonger fuse repeatidly
as the anal asian beetle assult
ended in cannonball sickness
a bad game of surprise marbles
on this holy day
absorb said the sand killer
crosses in his eyes
hate under the skin of blame
and beneath the toxic layers
we're the wings satan stole
from the red beatles of hell
opened up on the tootsie roll targets
left in the sand like sitting ducks
the trickle down general playing duck duck goose
with satanic black berry poisons
at the make believe peace march
stained donation plates
and carpet bombing responses
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 01, 2001 at 20:12:06 (PST)


"Cat Box Wrangler Laboratory"
Redundant abstract form of statuesque
marbled mustard patch fusion
mushroom blossom
burnt marshmallow
eye snot granule slag additives
downstream interior cultivation
combonation cannonball
fountain baseboard
architechural barriers
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 22:58:03 (PST)


"The Cat Box Goes to hell"

Sealed first and last
thru the smoke of blasphemy
resurrection of the Cat Box scorpian locusts
decended from bottomless pits
the beast rose
as a wicked filthy device
spitting out the bones of lamb and lion
bitter thirst from sand cities substance torment
behold wormwood angel wing dust
bronze wine clouds of dragon blood spilling
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 22:44:17 (PST)


"The Cat Boxes Hips are Getting Big"

Strech marks on the sides
time to down size
the walls are collapsing,expanding,falling in
the cat boxes hips are getting big

theres no way around this
you can't hide it or hold it all in
way past a size ten,there must be an end
the cat boxes hips are getting big

Maybe its pregenant again
or retaining water,like soggy depends
down in the rushes with the real plumbing
the cat boxes hips are getting big.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 22:36:44 (PST)


"Chemo the Camel"

Hump slinging to the cat box casbah
a mirrage in the floor
I can't see it
anymore
lippo suction
hippo hump nothings
radiation
Chemo may not be the answer
chemo the cat box camel
sleeping in the box every night
until some kinda cancer grows like a camel hump
dookie growth answer
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo the cat box camel
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 20:06:52 (PST)


"Texas Burger Cat Box Blues"

Texas Burgers in the cat box
something on my shoes
looks like chili vomit
Texas burger cat box blues

I'm sorry to say it
or see it too
theres got to be a way to stop this
help
I am asking you

its really bigger than the regular kind
twice the size
its true
texas burgers in the cat box
a brand new kind of stew
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 19:29:36 (PST)


keith loves me not you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 13:14:52 (PST)


I LOVE KEITH!!!!!!

Babycat 3
- Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 07:33:12 (PST)


"Letters to Edward Lowe" Volume one

Dear Sir,
Again I would like to thank you for the great work on the kitty litter box
you sir are truly a great inventor
I can't wait until you release on the public the puppy litter box,goat box,and all I hear about these days is the horse box
for those people who consider these animals a part of thier families and would'nt think of making them live outdoors.
Oh the cruelity that is out there.
So how soon can we(the public) expect
the long awaited releases?
some say you are waiting until you get the kitty litter thing right?
I really hope your not going to make us wait
that long
please hurry.
I to dabble in inventions and am waiting to hear
from susan saranden for the finacial backing needed to make the road cone light houses dream come true
for when the kitty litter box you invented doe'st work
you simply place the nessacary sized road cone lighthouse over the carpet blemish until someone cleans it up.
and these road cone lighthouses will work just as well with the cattle,horses,goats and puppy litter boxes
for I will simply adjust the lighthouse road cones to the needed size.

I was also working on a "Edward Lowe signature series"
battery operated lighthouse road cones for the kitty litter mistakes
I have many different designs for you to choose from if your intrested but please hurry or I will be forced to go with "Billy Squire" he is very intrested in the project,but you sir are my first choice.
Thank You
gushy toes
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 30, 2001 at 10:50:02 (PST)


"lost at the cat box crossroads"

cat box inheiritance
johnny rotten egg roll salad
black hole cabbage bake sale seasoning
irrigation system bibles
after christ lip sausage
pound sand
your disrespecting the cat box heartland
vienna sausages in oatmeal
time to make the catbox sauce
spin around until your lost
anthrax ridden curtsie cookies
getting tossed
cat box architechual mistake
theres no diving board
on the forward deck of the cat box

cat box disease
I love the cat box disease more than you
I don't care if you die fool
cat box disease
I love the cat box disease
I love the cat box disease
I love the cat box disease
more than
youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah
Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 20:47:31 (PST)


CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !
CAT BOX !

Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 20:10:13 (PST)


the bottles open, please forgive me.
its all i want.

Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 19:44:31 (PST)


"Toxo Plasma Gondii Harvest"

Marinated triple scented
water logged totem pole clusters
submerged in the trench-foot pomade gel
gift basket wake enhancer

Red yellow green orange black brown
the organic commemorative slush sandtrap
color wheel rinse cycle spins around

Tide charted mud trench tunnel hydraulic press
limoge box hydroponic horseradish jellies
dehydrated non-florecent sponge
log loader and chipper buffet
Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 01:22:57 (PST)


"Cat Box Lottery"

I won the cat box lottery
theres more for me
than anyone believes
I now got more than I'll ever need
I could donate some to a chairty
not even the poor ask me
all my life I dreamed
and the cat box tax man don't even want any
Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 01:05:51 (PST)


"Cat box time machine"

each grain shards
inside the melted hour glass
wasted milking blood bath
war of emptiness asorbed the past
each season forgotten
tomorrow yesterday today
unpolished diamonds
gears of rusted recall
like cheap jewelry
splintered
in infected flesh

Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 00:58:22 (PST)


"The shallow cat box basin reefs"

bonded peat mixtures
superimposed liquid features
a well of yesterdays waste
all my loves in bad taste
swamp gas fog infection
perfumed horizontal shadowbox perfection
cat box parade floats
fins log rafts and sinking rice boats
Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 00:46:26 (PST)


"Cat Box mis-diagnosis"

Where did you go
cat box tard
why cant you use the yard
cat box indoor sea
another one for you and me

cat box in my car
said the crazy cat box tard
cat box scale balance
weighing out the multituides
of a long cat box challenge

it cost way to much
to stop living in the cat box
it must
its not that we don't care
five grand is a lot to spare

everyday we diagnose
another cat box illiness
we suppose
and excuses we have to spare
with cat box rumours round here

rubber boots and gloves
its the cat box we love
in the deep of night
sleeping in the cat box
is the life.
Anonymous
- Monday, October 29, 2001 at 00:22:16 (PST)


Un-noticed droppings,territories and patterns

Anger the scent of denial
a dedication of sorts
chemical almost ammonia
burning the senses
inhale exhale
forcing fever,illness
caustic pungent acrid
a rainbow of brown
spectrum of hues
mixed until they become one
flowered with footprints
waste excrement expelled
undigested excuses
sprayed
within reach of the dining area
giving character to a series of sympathized
deliberate action
calls of the wild
refusal to conform
acceptance
for the love of life
room size super sized
cat box extravagances
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 17:38:02 (PST)


This is the day
like yesterday but different
i'm gonna give it all today
today i'm gonna do it
i can make it man,
i can
i know it

will you applaud me
will you cheer
when it's over
when i walk away
a winner

what will you do
what will be said
where will we go

when i fail
Lewnatic
- Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 10:00:26 (PST)


You're a regular verbal Claes Oldenburg
Eve
- Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 00:06:43 (PDT)


"The Mayor of Cat Boxville"

My kittys on the Cat Box pill
I'm just trying to keep it all real
get real wild
got cat box skills
I'm the mayor of cat boxville
Anonymous
- Friday, October 26, 2001 at 20:40:22 (PDT)


"A dozen catails and a box of cat box kisses"

A dozen catails and a box of cat box kisses
Your mine so lets get on with it
when we are wed in the cat box heavens
we'll live happily ever after
cat hair dreams
what you do for me
a dozen cat tails and a box of cat box kisses
no one cares where it shits or pisses
matching wet suits and gas masks
I really dig your kat ass
scratch it



Anonymous
- Friday, October 26, 2001 at 20:36:19 (PDT)


"cat box wedding"

shes picking out the cake
looking to good to cook or bake
we'll be wed in the eyes of the cat box god
and shes licking stamps more than me
getting ready
for the cat box wedding
reservations invitations
first on the list is our hero and
Saint Edward Lowe
cat box is the way to go
cat box honey
cat box honey
cat box love
better than money
Anonymous
- Friday, October 26, 2001 at 20:25:54 (PDT)


"Cat Box Overdose"

encompass marriage cake cage
now my fiancee's gone away
hahahaha heheehee
she never really tried to breathe
in the cat box
in the cat box
in the cat box
or next to it a couple of feet

she loves me she loves herself
its an overdose
with no such thing as self help
Anonymous
- Friday, October 26, 2001 at 20:13:11 (PDT)


I toyed with you for months, worried about what all our friends would say. Now it dosen't matter to me.
Perhaps they'll be lucky one day and get to feel beauty like I do. I now love you. You encompass me.
My fury for you is undeniable and yours for me the same.

I loved the way you asked for my hand in marriage.
I can't wait to pick out the cake! We'll wait a few
years befor we are wed. Until then I'll keep loving you and having the sheer pleasure of just being around you . I love you.
crazyboutlittleguy
- Thursday, October 25, 2001 at 20:19:45 (PDT)


"Its a small cat box after all"

I don't know you
but you know me
I am free in the cat box surrounding me
I can't back up
or change the gears
four storm walls
no compass
lost inside of here
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 25, 2001 at 00:41:48 (PDT)


"The cat box pirate's sporty new eye patch"

After leading us in subliminal message prayers
the seven cat box christs have punished the newly acclaimed cat box pirate for not turning cat box satans other cheek,and smashing his head
against the post when his condition first esculated.

All of the cat box jesus' poked the cat box pirates eyes out over and over in hitchcock fashion
and then the real pisser was when the cat box satan was awarded the "litter heart", the highest award
offered to a cat box causulty who has been wounded
during an heroic act of cat box patiortism
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 25, 2001 at 00:32:44 (PDT)


"Anthrax glossed cat box bisquits in a carninogenic gravel sauce"

Without a net the adhesive cathedral egg and pineapple paperweight lipslide/grind into a dark wave of three dimensional laser etched corrosive marked territories
in high concentrations exceeding the limitations of the
solvent vapor seas choking the condensation flow of the septic pond of abrasive fluids bridged by continuous or intermittent usage,creating maze after maze of new roads landmarks,and broth monuments
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 25, 2001 at 00:06:45 (PDT)


"Waiting on the cat box sandman"

Counting cat box shaped sheep
I can't end this night mare
its always there
I can't get no peace
waiting on the cat box sand man
good night good bye
it never sleeps
it waits there
and waits there
seven cat box satans and a reaper
mortor shells for dreams
underground tunnels to nowhere
fences blocking hells seeds
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 23, 2001 at 22:36:48 (PDT)


please write more catbox poetry
it rules!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 23, 2001 at 04:35:51 (PDT)


forced yourself to go away
remember-
we became blood bretheren

I'm there
wherever theres a relentless search

both programs
*a meniscus concave
blood-boiler
you knew it was she
don't doubt my ability to sink
Pinta Quinta Santa Maria


*Endymion, yo soy tu Artemisia*

Eve
- Tuesday, October 23, 2001 at 01:20:23 (PDT)


"tag team cat box wraslein'"

theres no need to hail mary about this
shes not a cab
Cat Box Satan{sinner}
revealed the secret cat box hand shake
tonight,right in front of the boss
and was mystriously put into a head lock
and no one knows why
when he offended the person
he tried the newly improved
cat box hand shake on

with cat box satan bieng so lazy
once he was put into the head lock
he just fell into the floor
and tried to get some rest

The occurrence of antisocial behavior is not exclusively during the course of Schizophrenia or a Manic Episode but could occur during break time or even at lunch hour.
antisocial personality disorder could get cat box satans ass severely stomped
we'll call this exercise venting
although,it was not premeditated
I did think about it alot

and just the other day I seen the high priestess
of all the cat boxes with a camara in her hand
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 23:20:21 (PDT)


the cat box poetry is my favorite
please write some more
if you don't mind
cat box cat box cat box
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 22:31:29 (PDT)


FUCK YOU FELINE FECAL-FREAKS. EMPTY THE GODDAMNED STINKING SHIT BOX. GET A LIFE. STOP FUCKING EACHOTHER. PLEASE DON'T FUCK THE CAT. JUST EMPTY HIS SHIT BOX AND IF WE'RE ALL LUCKY HERE AT PANDORAS BOX
WE WON'T HAVE TO READ ANY MORE SHITTY FELINE FECAL FUCK-STUFF FROM YOU SMALL MINDED SMALL PENIS LARGE CUNT MEN-GIRLS....GOD YOUR PARENTS MUST WANT TO BLOW THEIR FUCKING BRAINS OUT.......I KNOW I DO...JUST FOR THEM MAKING YOU . NOW ENUFF OF THE CAT SHIT. THIS IS A SITE FOR POETRY AND YOU FUCKS ARE MAKING IT REEK OF CAT SHIT AND CUNT POETRY.








GET A FUCKING FISH, THEIR SHIT FLOATS AND EVENTUALLY
DISINTEGRATES IN THE WATER. TIP FOR YOU DUMBASS.
SHERILYN SPADE
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 21:00:02 (PDT)


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Getting right with the Cat Box Christ"

lobbed blemishes
crazy bag ladies on welfare
empty kleenex boxes
five gallon bucket lipped swipes
automatic indoor outhouse
waiting for shopping cart remedies
magic slush pigmentation
baptismal glitter sauce donations
parting the grey sands
and one of each shape may remain on the board

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 13:22:36 (PDT)


"Getting right with the Cat Box Christ"

lobbed blemishes
crazy bag ladies on welfare
empty kleenex boxes
five gallon bucket lipped swipes
automatic indoor outhouse
waiting for shopping cart remedies
magic slush pigmentation
baptismal glitter sauce donations
parting the grey sands
and on of each shape may remain on the board
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 13:19:05 (PDT)


"Still paying the cat box dues"

A violation on the forehead of the
"satan nixon whore scouts"
financing the revisions and procudures sentenced to the unholy pidgeons on the cross
confettii hard water speckled lizard milk
drying contest
juggling scores between the goal boxes and
carpets of liquid applause
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 13:13:46 (PDT)


"The Rise and Fall of the Planet Cat Box"
one
the cat box lies
I'll pay you for the sand
its just the fate of the cat box
war has everyone going without these days
and I will pay you for the sand
tell them I'm not here
I will pay you for the
luxury light house road cone collection
no please don't take the cat box its self away
I will pay
I will pay

two The Whoremonger Cat Box Satan

the advertising disposal big ass looking good
your fired mon captian

I will go down with the ship
like her sewer sister before her she went down

three
time for the cat box psych-ward elopment dance
I told you the cat box leaked
you never told me the cat box leaked
i told you the cat box leaked
you never told me the cat box leaked

four
you are my cat box savior
please for me one favor
later
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 11:41:39 (PDT)


"Hidden Donut Reciepe Prisoner"
{kitty litter dugout}

Professional gauge colanders
of drop a stitch curtsie cookies
thick sorbet gasket landfill covered habitat
ornamental all terrian chafing dishes
bearing stained glass flambes
buffet style silk tapestry smoothies
corrugated crocheted malignant retread mantle piece
stock pile shaving
mounted dry docked celtic designed mango yogurt strainer
dish washer safe anal rubarb corn cob minatures,acidic lakes and a sand implant buffer

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 20, 2001 at 09:44:05 (PDT)


ode to the person that invented the cat box
for outside bathroom activity was just to inconvient
heres to you
who ever you are
bottoms up
cheers
Anonymous
- Friday, October 19, 2001 at 14:11:33 (PDT)


eyes piercing
Anonymous
- Friday, October 19, 2001 at 00:37:53 (PDT)


"The sweet morning cat box rains"

sweet jesus
take us outta this cat box hell
like we're stuck in a cat box well
sweet jane
play us three bar chords
grab the ropes and pull us aboard
stuck inside the cat box doors
quick sand to the core on the cat box floor
the hells coming down
when it pours cat box cancer warts

Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 22:31:20 (PDT)


"anal sac moose tracks"
cat box cancer
your the loves the answer
left handed scoop slide
elvis christ hitler satan
generations
ah, but a prune in the sand
like golf balls that won't roll
the cat box is home
mama-sita
you cat box is sweetest
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 22:23:12 (PDT)


"Cat Box Day"
The Canvas bladder pope channel
admidst the gulf of cat box
after the two recent cat box miracles
the cat box is now considered a saint
like a double dose of cell phone radiation
a bottle of amonia scoop growth
recycled soggy sawdust tissues
mayoniese marigarine
non-clumping modified pine pellets
the cat box maid just gave her two week notices.
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 22:17:26 (PDT)


like maybe i dunno, empty the litter?
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 22:16:07 (PDT)


might there be a PRUNE of catbox crap
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 22:15:45 (PDT)


"My lovely little house wife satan and her cat box half full of lies"

Oh I love you
you know I love you
you can be my wife sometimes
you know I love you
yes I love you
even though your not true
to me or who
and no one even cares why

its your cat box
fill it with what you want to
go on scratch out my eyes
just go on and leave
never look behind
cat box its just a cat box
empty like your mind

Oh I love you
you know I love you
you can be my wife sometimes
you know I love you
yes I love you
even though your not true
to me or who
and no one even cares why.
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 20:22:39 (PDT)


"cat box hitler anti-christ"
this is the bad day
another pounding to the bismark of cat boxism
another slave got away
the gates to hell the sand of death
alantis past the greyest skies
shed light on
the tombstone glittered remorse
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 20:15:29 (PDT)


"The obligatory gas station hot dogs and the cat box abortions"

Cannon ball shaped organic gemstone hail storms
splitting the structure of the basin exposing the radon formations
in the fossilized coral reefs
like tooth decay roots in a lucky foutian
acid burns
hydropower development
proposed droughts and a premeditated floods
primary colors blend
into a crystalized gas station hot dog
creating a floating soul
at least until the tide went out
like rotted wood water logged and full
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 18, 2001 at 16:32:00 (PDT)


The on ramp to the Cat Box
with board-up service refrences
the cat box abortion emmision test exposure
had a robust trickle down effect
theres was a flag down as they checked the corral for lumps
with skid marks on the light house road cones
the hood scoop sifted past the backed up sump pump
saturation installacion
it was fourth down for
some of the aformentioned cat box satans against christ
and they was taking a big hit
turd-peto one
the cat box apple orchacostrach

D-13 hammer on D-15 G-15 D-15 G-13bend/
g-13
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15
D-15 G-15 pull-off G-13 d-15

double stop B-12 and G-12 at the same time
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
G-14 B-12 B-14
B-14 bend ^


Wrap the b string around the neck from the bottom.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 17, 2001 at 18:25:32 (PDT)


http://www.flash.net/~unlikely/finalmanifesto.html
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 17, 2001 at 17:35:30 (PDT)


cat box satan loaded the scud missles
with raw anthrax nipples
complex routing inside the borders
of the cat box prop
the second coming of the cat box christ
was feared and the fumes ate into the propaganda
while the fecces hid in the b52 craters

cat box satan looking for lost fools gold reasoning
man made hell and watered down contradiction woven deals
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 17, 2001 at 06:15:28 (PDT)


"The Christening of the S.S. Catbox"

Nautical decoration bombardment
a rolling tide spraying coffee colored broth cocktails
across the undeveolped arena of landfill wasteland
soft concrete fudge puddle truffle cakes
blended into lava minefields
an eroding treasure hunt
of miscalculated circlular buddah doll tootsie roll targets
and streams of dried urine resin leading away from the mouth of the swamp island outhouse musuem foutain
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 17, 2001 at 00:04:24 (PDT)


you know, i used to enjoy checking the poems daily.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 14:55:50 (PDT)


your dreaming
what ever you wanted I could never be it
you say a lot of things
sometimes I think you believe it
your minds in the cat box blender
what are you thinking?
your dreaming
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 00:00:18 (PDT)


Yeah,like I'd let you back into my Cat Box life
I said more than once
I want you for my wife
but I'll always be alone
because love is a lie

sure I'll let you in again,right
your smile is more than enough to break the ice
its just funny I don't remember the goodbyes
and with out your love
and with out reason why

no, dont even waste your time
I'm not yours
you'll never be mine
although theres no one to replace you
you never did try
Anonymous
- Monday, October 15, 2001 at 23:42:21 (PDT)


I have to say Good bye 8~(

I cant be your girlfriend
I am not ready to be one
from rags to the riches
that you have done
I am truly happy for you
but I am really on the run

I can deal with and show love
in an established relationship
but not one where communication
is just not on an even plane

and my level of passion is there
but only for the one who I know
really sincerely loves me and will
not leave me no matter what and in
return I do solomly swear I will
make an effort to not loose sight of those traits of beauty inside me that captured your heart many many moons ago. In fact I do make a great home/working wife.

In the end though we must move on now that I finally
must move on because I know the truth.......we were right for one another, we were meant for one another, we were the one for each other but love, passion, desire, committment, and other couple related thoughts and behaviours made no attempt to stick around on a long term basis which then I said would turn me into a board little housewife.

the only thing that I regret is that I didnt do this sooner so that we wouldnt have had to suffer like we did.


There you were right there by my side
for real it was for one last time
everything was fine until we had to drive
then back to normal at your place things were fine
I wish I could go back for if I could I would go back
and do over again what me and you did on that high mattressed bed.

Things were intense and I watched all the way
but I never gave all of me to you like I should of
and I think sometimes throughout you never gave of yourself 100 percent to me as well. That is why we must have another meeting so that we can do it right this time.

When I looked at you once my heart melted to the floor
you were to me the perfect and you still are.

I think you are sexy







Anonymous
- Monday, October 15, 2001 at 19:27:26 (PDT)


id say the poetry lately has gone to the, well catbox.
Anonymous
- Monday, October 15, 2001 at 14:16:35 (PDT)


"No Cat Box is An Island Samplers"

The sundried dolphin shaped clumps of hydrauliclly modified sand and organic snowflakes
at 666° latitude by 666° longitude inside the fully equiped watertight composting sludge pumps volcanic walls of the carnivous watershed cat box hatcherie the current is gaining layers upstream,creating faster rapids and the irregularly spherical gallstone pellet extraordinaire answers only to satan himself
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 14, 2001 at 23:30:31 (PDT)


*fruit*

"I know how to pick 'em!"
Eve
- Sunday, October 14, 2001 at 12:03:02 (PDT)


"Harnessed Cat Box Monumental Swamp Antichrists"

Floating stagnant biblical shaped wetland
broth memorabilia & collectibles.

Watered down,sugar coated syrupy satanic cakes

unsupervised sacraficial never ending
valueless horned donations.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 14, 2001 at 01:51:25 (PDT)


"Harnessed Cat Box Monumental Swamp Antichrists"

Floating stagnant biblical shaped wetland
broth memorabilia & collectibles.

Watered down,sugar coated syrupy satanic
unsupervised sacraficial never ending
valueless horned donations.







Anonymous
- Sunday, October 14, 2001 at 01:41:59 (PDT)


"Cat Box Artist"
each grain clumped into
instant concrete mix
swamp paste sand paintings
lost to the floor of the cat box

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 14, 2001 at 00:58:37 (PDT)


"cat box obsessions"

The gravy masters golden brown glazed dunes
turd burrs and shit sickles
fish sticks and hot tamale pan drippings
seeping past the dusty filter
of satans sand castles

yesterdays over
petrified crystalization
dried up decay
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 14, 2001 at 00:26:22 (PDT)


All colors in this spectrum of life, will come together and bond.To make this lost earth a rainbow in the universe!
Patrick Baron
- Saturday, October 13, 2001 at 17:48:07 (PDT)


petrified crystalization
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 13, 2001 at 12:57:58 (PDT)


go whank yourself you
uncouth excuse for a poetic moron
Anonymous
- Friday, October 12, 2001 at 12:22:00 (PDT)


cat box gas chamber
foul offensive pungent
liquid and solid state irritant expanding and contracting waste product excreted,collected and reluctantly inhaled

stagnant body of unfiltered ammonia urine chemical mixture penetrating chest cavity prohibiting natural respiration deteriorating,decaying health
Anonymous
- Friday, October 12, 2001 at 00:14:57 (PDT)


"Cat Box Network Fumes"

Repressive Cat Box Mine Field Blueprint Urine Test Empire Prisioner
crude form tumbleweed mold flavor media style fed filthy chemical compost dump weapon

Anonymous
- Thursday, October 11, 2001 at 22:59:17 (PDT)


I feel bad for lolly
for she is always gagging
if her mouth was smaller
maybe she wouldn't be

i like meat when it is living
lifeless meat is what we're cooking
if i got to go then i got to go kicking
when i sit in bed i sit in bed just dreaming

i feel pain
i feel swell
i hear timmy
stuck in the well

at least im not him
but if i had been
i'd climb the wall
and scream "my name is tim"

theres a little asshole
inside of us all
if we all live with it
we'll all have a ball

wang lang in the city
- Thursday, October 11, 2001 at 17:10:06 (PDT)


"eleven camaras alone inside one cat box"

recycled charcoal marshmallow signature series
a multi-leveled cat box inside a cat box
with onion lesions scarred marked and engraved along the banks of the invisible canal of the river cat box
dance the elopment dance
rafting the yellow tides
lie to yourself
and say your mine
you love me and leave me here to die
inside the four walls of hell
scratch the eyes out of the burning sand
until it all has meaning
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 11, 2001 at 17:07:52 (PDT)


roofless cat
no food in sight
roofless cat
in the night
at times he's fun
at times he's nice
he's the one who
likes the mice
so keep in mind
to bring some food
so roofless cat
dose not eat you
wang lang in the town
- Thursday, October 11, 2001 at 16:52:55 (PDT)


The trials and tribulations of living in today's modern society can tend to wear on your nerves. One can grow very weary of
dealing with bills, taxes, insurance, traffic, and pollution; not to mention anything about keeping food in the refrigerator.
Often times the whole thing can make you wanna holler, throw up both your hands! And that's exactly what old Bill Smith did.
He gave up all the luxuries (and, if you ask me, some of the necessities) of modern life.
He loaded up just the barest of essentials and his three hunting dogs into his truck and moved way up into the north Georgia
mountains.
Smitty (that's what all of us folks in town called him) figured it wouldn't be that much of an adjustment - after all, he did
love hunting, fishing and the "Great Outdoors."
And he did have the companionship of his three best friends, his dogs Iknow, Youknow, and Comptiko Callico. What more could a
man ask for?
Smitty built himself a nice little cabin way back in the woods. It wasn't very big, but it was just enough for him. The cabin
only had two rooms, one he used for a bedroom, and the other for every other room (living room, dining room and kitchen).
He had built himself a nice big fireplace where he could cook his food and warm his body on chilly nights. He planted himself a
nice little vegetable garden on the side of the house and would hunt and fish for most of his food.
But at least once a month, he would drive the twenty-five miles down the mountain to the little store to buy those things that he
couldn't provide for himself.
During the warm months, Smitty had no problem catching as much small game as he needed. But the colder months proved to be a little
more difficult to keep his stomach full.
Well, it was on one of those cold wintry nights that Smitty went out to his storage shed to see what he could find for dinner. All
he found was a small piece of fatback meat and a handful of rice.
There was too much snow on the ground to travel the 25 miles to the store, so he had to make do with what he had. He ate the fatback
and a little of the rice, but he gave most of the rice and the water where he had boiled the meat to his dogs.
After all, they had to eat too! He called out, "Iknow, Youknow, Comtiko Callico, come on doggies and get you some of this heyeah
dinner!" And those dogs came running in as fast as they could and lapped up all of that rice mixture.
Smitty was still a little hungry, but there wasn't much he could do about that. So despite the protests of his grumbling stomach,
Smitty stoked the fire in the fireplace to keep the cabin warm and he went to bed.
The sound of the wind blowing around (and in some places through) the tiny cabin had almost lulled Smitty to sleep, when he heard
something.
He opened his eyes and saw a shadow on the wall. He eased out of bed and tiptoed into the other room. There, he saw the oddest
looking creature he had ever seen.
It was short and stubby, with pointed ears and it had a long bushy tail. There were no open
doors or windows, so Smitty was confused as to how the funny looking thing had gotten in.
Smitty quietly picked up his ax, crept over to the odd critter, who was devouring an insect of some sort, raised his ax, and came
down squarely on the creatures tail!
Smitty turned to catch the varmint, but it was too quick. It hurriedly escaped -- through the wall!
Smitty was left standing there with this long bushy tail and a blood-laden ax in his hand, and no sign of the funny looking creature.
Smitty was about to throw the old tail out the door, when his growling stomach reminded him of how hungry he still was.
So he took that tail, cleaned it, cooked it with some of the herbs from his garden he had stored away, and ate it. It didn't taste
that bad --why, it kinda tasted like chicken!
With his stomach finally full, Smitty got back into his warm cozy bed.
Smitty had just drifted off into a deep sleep when a strange sound awakened him. It sounded like something trying to scratch its way
into the cabin -- perhaps a raccoon.
Smitty knew that if he stayed real quiet it would probably go away. So he stayed as quiet as he could, but then he heard a strange,
otherworldly voice, which hissed, "Taily- Po, I want my Taily-Po!!"
Smitty thought the wind was playing tricks on his ears, but he heard it again, "Taily-Po, Taily-Po, I want my Taily-Po."
Smitty jumped out of bed, flung open the door and called out to his dogs, "Iknow, Youknow, Comtiko Callico, come on over heayah and see
what's making that noise!"
The dogs came running, barking and sniffing around, but they didn't find anything at all. So Smitty put the dogs back outside and went
back to bed.
Sleep had just eased itself into Smitty's body when he heard the voice again.
This time, the scratching sounded like it was at the window.
Whatever it was, it really, really wanted to get in! But the scratching seemed to be on two walls at one time.
Smitty called out, "Hey, hey, hey, who's that at my door? Get on away from heyeah!"
Then he heard the strange voice again, only this time a little louder:
"Taily-Po, Taily-Po, I want my Taily-Po. Taily-Po, Taily-Po, I'm comin' to get my Taily-Po!"
Old Smitty, who wasn't one to frighten easily, was getting a little shaky -- this was getting really weird. So he eased to the window
and called, "Iknow, Youknow, Comtiko Callico, come on over heyeah and see what this is scratching at my house!"
The three dogs bounded up to the porch and they sniffed around and barked, barked and sniffed, but they never found anything at all.
Smitty decided to stay up for the rest of the night to protect himself, his dogs and his little cabin. So he pulled a chair next to the
fireplace, grabbed a blanket from his bed and settled in for the rest of the wind-chilled, wintry night.
Sleep soon overtook him, and once again he dozed off. It was almost dawn when Smitty woke with a start.
The sound of scratching seemed to reverberate from every area of the cabin.
Smitty searched frantically for his ax, his rifle, or something to defend himself with, but he was so frightened he couldn't find anything.
The scratching grew louder and louder and louder, and then the voice ----
"Taily-Po, where is my Taily-Po? Give me back my Taily-Po!!"
Smitty yelled back, "Leave me alone, I ain't got your Taily-Po!" Then he called, "Iknow, Youknow, Comtiko Callico, come on in heyeah and
protect your old master!"
This time, the dogs didn't come. So he called again, "Iknow, Youknow, Comtiko Callico, don't you hear me calling you? Come here doggies!"
He waited and waited, but still not one dog came running. Smitty had never been so scared in his life. He ran to his bed and jumped in.
The scratching and the voice grew louder and louder. Smitty yelled back as loud as he could, "I ain't got no Taily-Po, so why don't you
leave me alone and go on about your business? I ain't never hurt nobody or nothing, just leave me alone!"
The scratching seemed to be inside the house now and the voice was so loud it was deafening:
"Taily-Po, you took my Taily-Po, and now I'm back to get it, give it to me NOW!!"
Smitty pulled the cover up over his head and stayed as quiet as he could, but the scratching was now in his room!
"Taily-Po, you better give me back my Taily-Po!"
Smitty then felt the thing scratching up the bottom of the bed and onto the cover. Smitty eased the cover down to see what was steadily
approaching.
Then he saw it -- a short, stubby creature with pointed ears.
Before he could pull the cover over his head again, the thing pounced on his chest, looked straight down at him and said, "You got my
Taily-Po, and you better give it back to me NOW!"
Smitty yelled, "I ate it! I ate your Taily-Po, it's gone!"
------------
After a month or two without hearing from Smitty up in the mountains all alone, the folks who owned the store at the base of the mountain went up to his cabin to make sure everything was alright.
When they got there, they found his cabin torn to shreds, with only the burned-out chimney remaining, but no sign of Smitty or the dogs. They searched the woods and called for them, "Smitty, Iknow, Youknow, Comptiko Callico!" But they never found a thing. As the search party was heading down the mountain, the wintry wind began to blow and a strange voice could be heard saying,
"Taily-Po, Taily-Po. Now I've got my Taily-Po!"


Anonymous
- Thursday, October 11, 2001 at 16:19:36 (PDT)


confusion, anxiety, overwhelmed,
calm, passive, almost asleep.

awoken, worried, frightned,
nervous, relaxed, now asleep.

now I see you and now I
know who you are because
I remember you from before

the one I never treated
with any type of respect
How could I though when
I was never taught it
so what did you expect?

I guess you are right
that is no excuse now
I had my chance at love
but I blew it and I know how.

then you transformed into him
and along you came into academics
knowing all along that you'd win.

cause when I met back up with yah
I told you what you needed to need
in order to get this project done.

although we never spoke we frequently passed
a look in the eye or a vibe in the air waves
that said all that there was for us to say.

next thing I know a lot of time has gone by
and I still care for you but now also him
he had your walk, your hair, your attitude,
your smile, your laugh, your face expressions,
for god sakes, he even shared your interests.

So the short of this long catbox story is that
I decided to meet this second coming of christ
only to discover that he is a lot like you but
he also is his own person who is not like you.

he knows nothing of you or me for that matter,
but I know this that I will never be able to
get over you until I am given the opportunity
to introduce you two and have a threesome soon.
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 11, 2001 at 15:25:49 (PDT)


"I Don't care how hoppin'
the Cat Box is,
I can't see paying a cover charge
to get in,even if it was recently peirced
by the splinter and wood chips from the edsel brand cross the cat box christ carried on the evening before the easter parade
snitzel told vixen
as she stuck her upity nose in the air
like a bullet
it all came together now like leggos
the sour biological chemical mixture of the cat box had her crying again tonight
and her slut green make up was smeared past her collar
and she finally decide to get her messages from the
cat box service
one of the largest on the planet cat box
I'll have you know,

inside there was an old pile they used to tell the time from shadows off the sun
and there was my laundry mate holding a big bucket of chicken wrapped in an american flag wearing american flag panties
over the four barrel carburator blonde sands of the christ-a-holics cat box
dancing to every version of "American Woman"
up to date
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 23:58:18 (PDT)


"Something to believe in{something to breathe in}"

Uni-directional cat box pasta salad
grease trap urinal stones
breeding irreconcilble second helpings
before and after rusted and dye stained
crusted flake blotting

one minute meatless sausage ball micro omlet
layered under frosted film coating
bleeding retardation sickness and gravityless fleas
under the make shift light house road cones
misplaced marbled landings
misdiagnosed
presoaked bleached ammonia sedation
duck tape and prepackaged cork board,
soping sponges calibrated clamped
loaded lumps of shaggy shitsicle burr mythology
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 19:20:57 (PDT)


the three bedroom apartment

mixed drinks moved in on a tuesday afternoon. Deep thoughts was already living there and soon after mixed drinks had settled in is when I Kinky came in on the scene through moving in too.

Each of us had his or in my case her own bedroom. The rest of the apartment like the kitchen, living room, and washroom were all fair game to Deep Thoughts, Mixed Drinks, and me Kinky.

Initially, my take on the whole living arrangement with these two guys was that we were buddies--just good buddies who hung out occasionally after work at the apartment or pool hall or library.

It was my understanding that we each had our own separate lives that would prevail outside our three way living relationship that we were having with each other.

But that all changed once we brought sex and passion into the picture, relationship, and apartment. I am not sure about what they think but I know that after we shared this sex and passion that I began to see each of them in a different way. Mixed drinks I saw as this guy who although was younger than I still had the ability to carry himself as if he were ten years older than what he actually was. Since confidence is a real turn on to me he was beginning to excite me.


then there is deep thoughts who from the get go excited me but I put that excitement to rest (or so i thought) as soon as I moved into the three bedroom apartment. before the sexual encounter, I would look at Deep thoughts and wonder why there were so many commonalities between us and yet we were going through life on much different paths. Him and I are one year and seven days apart in age which then makes us both born under the same sign. our thrist for knowledge is also shared by mixed drinks who looks like deep thoughts or maybe deep thoughts looks like mixed drinks. In any case, I kinky, remind myself of the two of them in many ways and therefore it is no wonder really why all three of us have finally come together under this three bedroom apartment roof to share the love tenderness and passion that the three of us kins have waited so long to do.

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 18:09:22 (PDT)


Flys in a bucket shiftage
twenty point fifteen
gonna share something
see what I mean
money hand itches
glued on dreams
donkey anthrax riding the excessive bisquits
splinded cat box liquids
welfare croth sadness
drained empty and small
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 17:39:44 (PDT)


what will I do?


thoughts of you come from behind
and drag me into your thought filled mind
the clench was too tight for me to escape
LQQk out cause here I come to you today
What will I do?
For I still feel for you,
and for him too.
Well here I am for you to observe up close
Did you hear me think right? you and him
together with me just making a situation the most
of what rightfully always shoulda been
What will I do?
For I still feel for you,
and for him too.
I am torn between wanting one versus two


Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 17:32:52 (PDT)



"left me this time for good"
{I think}

I'm digging it
because she left me and a 12 pack in the fridge but
I think I need her to help me find the remote
and theres no one going to feed the goats in the morn
theres noone that cares no
theres no one going to clean the stalls out
even though
yeah even though
its just making a lot of little piles
into one big pile

but now shes gone
I'm all on my own
and her mother keeps calling
and saying even more groovy shit
I cant stand it
I put the chickens in the rain
and them eggs in the freezer
Im going into town
where the livin is easier
I broke up her best fiddle
and burnt what was left of it
run over the sattlite
because she pretended it was jesus

all because I danced with her sister
at the hootanany last august
in the back of the camaro

shes gone and so is the ani difranco discs
I paid for
shes gone and the cats aint comin in that door

theres a man on the bus
worse off than us
so he was born nuts but he wants to someday work for the space program
after he learnt the spelling of his name

and we can play e minor when we want to
we aint gotta listen to you

all yous hillbillys put your hands in the air
{COWBELL SOLO}

Shes gone
long gone
and aint nobody gonna hang up the wash no more
my overalls do smell
and the goats aint been fed
I can tell cause theys chewed through the
phone lines ending my puter transmissions to you.



cuntryfux jr and the end of the season
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 00:36:10 (PDT)


c'mon eve!!!!
show mr catbox what you have!
anon
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 00:35:20 (PDT)


music is the window to the part of the soul
that needs the lobotomy
rebekah
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 00:32:55 (PDT)


notice the shit?
probably not monsieur le litterbox
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 00:32:23 (PDT)


ooo
the little birds newspaper cuts straight to my heart
oh his droppings are fresh as daisies!
the bird newspaper satan syndrome has nothing on me
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 10, 2001 at 00:31:59 (PDT)


"Cat Box Radio Waves
and the holy war on the cactus logs"

cat box rubble stench satan rockets
a winded magic cat box medicene christ
the cat box idiot lord savior
open your cat box lips
excessive sand grit thirst
we live the cat box life
satan sex
dirt
silken cat box smoothies
the holy lord st. cat box cancer
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 22:53:53 (PDT)


cat box rubble stench satan rockets
a winded magic cat box medicene christ
the cat box idiot lord savior
open your cat box lips
excessive sand grit thirst
we live the cat box life
satan sex
dirt
silken cat box smoothies
the holy lord st. cat box cancer
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 22:51:25 (PDT)


aerodynamic cat box satan

outhouse gravity pressure tax
the stoppage
wont flush
thats not the cat box christ
stuck in the commodes of turdlike christ baptismal
sunflower
the lords tumour pouch
check on the prostituted diseased lillies caseworker brunch
from the cat box swamp
I LIFT MY LEG
you are a liquid
sift the sand
you are a paste of pastel colors
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 22:44:35 (PDT)


"Fresh meat in the Cat Box"
Gravity
the blonde is mine
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 22:07:55 (PDT)


empting the cat box
christ the cat box sataN uses the overflow system to defie satans cat box death
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 22:02:30 (PDT)


cat box cat box satan christ logs swamp
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 22:00:46 (PDT)


"Cat Box Crisis"

The Cat Box Christ intercepted the cat box satan
where the road cones have windmill reflectors on top of them
{thank you beer garden}
making the airport cat box impassable
until all logs are removed
the watered down cat box beaches hurricane defense system were simply a ball of hair and the water logged art
acted as a sugar syurp paste combined with a satanic to sloppy diabetic prostitutes
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 21:59:28 (PDT)


BEAUTY



The wind in my hair,
Soft rain on my face,
The sunshine kissing my smile,

Waves crashing on the sand,
Blue skies after a storm,
A tough hearted man caressing a child.

Laughter in the distance,
snow days in school,
Fields of flowers that extend for miles.


fantasie
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 17:25:11 (PDT)


O.k what is the deal with the cat box? could someone please fill me in!!!
fantasie
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 17:22:15 (PDT)


AHHH i got writers block
can anybody help?
Lessa Rose
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 17:13:32 (PDT)


Since 1971, moreover, the record has looked somewhat darker than it did before. In that year the poet’s widow Valerie published the original draft of The Waste Land, together with a number of drafts of previously unpublished shorter poems. One of them, "Dirge" (probably written in 1921), reintroduces the character of Bleistein. Here he has been drowned; he lies "lower than the wharf rats dive"; he is once again identified as a (lower-case) "jew"; and his face has been horribly mutilated by sea creatures. It is a vile poem, even worse than one might have guessed from the worst things .

What happened was very different. In 1933, Eliot delivered a series of lectures at the University of Virginia, published the following year under the title After Strange Gods. In the course of them, he dwelled on the virtues of a homogeneous, stable, highly traditional social order, and added that for those who sought to realize such an ideal, "reasons of race and religion combine to make any large number of free-thinking Jews undesirable."
was T S Eliot an anti-semetic asshole? you decide. asshole maybe, bugt not anti-semetic
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 15:10:35 (PDT)


It has come to my attention that Death is stalking your every move. You can save yourself if you follow my exact instructions. You must forward this message to no less than 15 and no more than 20 people. The more people you send this to, the more people Death will stalk instead of you. If you fail to do this, he will find you, no matter where you go, where you hide, where you sleep...he will eat your soul, gouge out your eyes, rot your intestines, and eat your viscera. This is not a joke. ~nTd
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 15:08:45 (PDT)


+If I were god, my title would be: all mighty stupendous vengeful supreme great fantastic ruler of all that is, all that was, and all that will be, and everything ever thought of who hates stupid people.
-Imagine the lost translation in that over the years. People would remember what they want to hear. And make up the rest.
+Religion is a nice security blanket I suppose

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 15:08:00 (PDT)


"Goodbye my little Cat Box Friend's"
I'm gonna miss you
like you missed again
I need you like you need depends
good bye to you my cat box friends
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 13:41:04 (PDT)


Satan cast his evilness onto the cat box stage
and hell opened up forcing my mind to her
suddenly I had a chance
and that was blonde enough for me
they deceided
napolian moved his comical troops across the
pieces of the hour glass
that was stuck inside the drain
each grain counted the lies the computer
tried to make us live
listen
buying me prayers
her birth mark reasoning
promised me an overdose of wasted effort
her fake kisses meant fiction did exist
and I could feel it when she did'nt
her ear lobes magnetic
her neck a kiss that was magic
a bullet hole salad
she sliced my heart up inside
her goodbye meant nothing
I tried not to hear it
and left her fate to the cat box garden
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 01:31:02 (PDT)


"The Enlongated Cat Box satanic Solo's"
I loves you
you french milk maid vixen
here have some scratching post
please excuse my daily latino fetish
it meant only
i'm leave you and the planet cat box
for gina look alike super models
or another dried up bar rag
somebodys wife or my bertha complex ritual
this is war and you've milked it long enough
and did'nt do my laundry and blamed it on the beatles
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 01:13:08 (PDT)


cat box lemonade sausage thoughts
7th annual cat box "C" section drippings
road cone culture
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 00:54:15 (PDT)


Double decker
electric exploding cat box pap smear segues
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 09, 2001 at 00:51:12 (PDT)


all hail eve!!!
Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 23:40:17 (PDT)


It really does go underneath
and behind
the heart

creeps up like a case of the 'lestorols

curdling
wrapping around my left ventricle

and my eyes well
don't want you to go
I don't want you to go
sinking away
into your own red and perhaps someone else's

* us girls will be old maids again *
they are taking our boys, lassies
what are we gonna do
what's a girl to do
it's not easy picking up pieces of something that breaks
the second time around

-all in the name of flame-
Eve
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 22:05:26 (PDT)


da da da\
doo doo doo dooo doo doo doooo
da da da
da da
doo doo doo doooo
Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 20:06:07 (PDT)


first against the wall when the revolution comes
why, you say
because we are a threat to their security.
this breaches the confounds of the mandate of your soul you say
well i cant help you there
i'll be gone second, after
god in the lower fortyeight
but i'm not religious you say
cant help you there either
the red wagon/white rake complex syndrome disease disorder
cant be replaced like that
well, you say, whazat leave me?
i cant remember i
forgot my lines again
could you cue me one more time, please?


~ceo intransient
rebekah
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 10:02:22 (PDT)



when you say "i'm blue"
you mean homosexual.
so then, whats Eiffle65 saying in that godawful
song "blue"
that hes gay, da ba dee?

Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 09:59:40 (PDT)


He jumps in fronts of me off the wall.
"Are you annoyed with me?" he says, smelling like smoke.
"I dont play with you when youre high"
I says.
And shoves him off the sidewalk
wishing for a bus.
somehow alive

Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 09:58:50 (PDT)


"lETS PLAY THE SUICIDE GAME"

i DON'T WANT NO FRIENDS
i DONT CARE AGAIN
ABOUT nothing
I don';t wanna live
in this cat box of empty dreams
you never said goodbye
like the memories torn down
gone in the city
at the intersections
that have changed
robbing you of everything
from yesterday
and everyones gone away
along with everything
I'd like to spit in your face
but I would'nt
I'd like to hold you forever
if I could
I'd like to tell you the truth
your a part of me
the part thats gone
Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 00:48:01 (PDT)


"Baby,You know I love you,but,the cat box is my home"

I don't care what you play
theres some things that are'nt that easy to change
I don't want you to go away
forever
no, i DON'T WANT IT THAT WAY


Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 00:42:40 (PDT)


"Who the fuck put the road cones in the cat box?"
Satan?
was that you?
this is more than a message in a cat box
you did'nt even trim the road cones to a smaller size for indoor use
and you damn well know
that they don't go inside the cat box
dumb ass
they go over the whoopsies
we call little cat boxes in other parts of the living quarters
look out theres one your gonna
ohh shit
turn on some more lights
oh no turn em off again
thats nastier than the rythym guitar players last girl friend
come to think of it she was my last girl friend too

hey check it out
theres little cross shapes in the cat box
and the moon is the color of the sand
but it don't taste like cocaine
I told you not to watch the starsky and hutch marathon weekend

well Its a little to late for love
and my new wife they ordered for me
is here
hey not bad
but I'm not staying for even two or three of her
maybe she wants to go too
naw
you can keep her
I'm leaving the planet cat box
and I ain't looking back
for I know
theres something out there
more than what I'm standing in
and thats what all the cat box goodbyes are for
I guess
and the road cone lighthouses must mean
even in the cat box there is some light at the end of the
the
the cat box is backing up again
Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 00:29:22 (PDT)


"Cat Box Depression"

In sessions
wake up the cat box doctor
the moniey is wasted
try to understand if that is arm pit hair on the soap
or ass hair
and those chunks are unmistakable
cat box gravel
cleanse yourself
walk in it
fresh
play poe"hey pretty"
and walk in it some more
walk around it pretend
pretend its not there
like a fart in the church of cat boxes
these road cones will warn us
and they will be like little light houses
yes mother fucker
these road cones are little light houses
all they need is a little decoration
for the cat box sea is not dead
cut out little widows
for the road cone light houses
everybody
theres not much to draw
you don't have to be an artist
if you believe
thats all you really need
the road cones are
light houses
and there is hope
Anonymous
- Monday, October 08, 2001 at 00:13:41 (PDT)


“you takes my words and runs with them” I say.
He says “or walk.”
“or kill them” I says.
He pauses and looks at me closely.
“you’ve been around him too long.”
“I needs to get out more” I tell him.
He nods then, and I want to kiss him.
But I don’t. I really do need to get out more

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 13:48:43 (PDT)


"left me this time for good"
{I think}

I'm digging it
because she left me and a 12 pack in the fridge but
I think I need her to help me find the remote
and theres no one going to feed the goats in the morn
theres noone that cares no
theres no one going to clean the stalls out
even though
yeah even though
its just making a lot of little piles
into one big pile

but now shes gone
I'm all on my own
and her mother keeps calling
and saying even more groovy shit
I cant stand it
I put the chickens in the rain
and them eggs in the freezer
Im going into town
where the livin is easier
I broke up her best fiddle
and burnt what was left of it
run over the sattlite
because she pretended it was jesus

all because I danced with her sister
at the hootanany last august
in the back of the camaro

shes gone and so is the ani difranco discs
I paid for
shes gone and the cats aint comin in that door

theres a man on the bus
worse off than us
so he was born nuts but he wants to someday work for the space program
after he learnt the spelling of his name

and we can play e minor when we want to
we aint gotta listen to you

all yous hillbillys put your hands in the air
{COWBELL SOLO}

Shes gone
long gone
and aint nobody gonna hang up the wash no more
my overalls do smell
and the goats aint been fed
I can tell cause theys chewed through the
phone lines ending my puter transmissions to you.


countryfux JR. and the end of the seasons.
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 13:48:13 (PDT)



Yes, life is a bit enigmatic,
And happiness not automatic,
But murder--of course,
With a smidgeon of force--
May be neatly performed in the attic.

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 13:46:34 (PDT)


H a P p Y b I r T h D a Y...............DAMIEN :~)
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 11:38:21 (PDT)


"my cat box is bigger than yours"

the avalanche is a tornnado of pudding grit
theres nowhere to hide
and its immpossible to get over it

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 03:19:40 (PDT)


"To hell with this disco cat box"

fans installed inside the cat box
will help circulate
the warm aroma of the box
some ceiling fans can be equiped with a disco ball
and strobe and black lights to luminate the
multi-colored gas station hot dogs
no lava lights have been effective to date
while the early models were used soley
for the mass production of the historic pschodellic gas station hot dog
there are countrys that consider the cat box a holy
symbol
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 03:17:18 (PDT)


"I LOVE YOU BABY"

I love you baby cause your so street
I wish you'ld open up your warm cat box
full of treats
for me
only me
yeah
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 03:06:24 (PDT)


"Maybe we should just be Cat Box Friends"

I seen you walking down the road
with two guys
on the other side of the road cones
whats up with that?


Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 03:04:55 (PDT)


"Its all water under the Cat Box now"

The Cat Box Christ is a false savior
each one of satans toll booth penis' protruded
thru the sand
in an unholy manor
there are strech marks on the cat box
its getting its own area code
just to say something nice
what I like about it is
all of the beautiful blondes are out side of it
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 02:52:24 (PDT)


"Maybe road cones will cover it up?"

The mental problem is connected to the cat box
the cat box is connected to the linolium
the linolium is connected to the expensive hard wood floors
the newly annexxed cat boxes are connected to the carpeting

the carpeting is connected to the lease
the lease is connected to the security depoist
the security depoist is connected to the mental problem
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 02:47:06 (PDT)


"Someone sure woke up on the wrong side of the CatBox"

I too wish it would go away
I pray every single day
the end is no where in sight
maybe if we used dynamite
I to wish it would end
seems this cat box is not our friend
no matter what we do it won't stop
its a sickness
this cat box slop
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 07, 2001 at 02:43:09 (PDT)


all hail the return of EVE!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 23:39:59 (PDT)


yeah
they are in purgatory
middle of the earth
my widowed socks and my keys
that's where all lost things go

fearing the washing machine reaper

no amounts of hot soup or hot chocolate can ease my anxiety now
I hate losing things
I hate losing you
I hate losing to her

I hate losing
(don't pretend to know me)

Being your friend = trying to eat chocolate pudding with a fork
Eve
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 20:48:08 (PDT)


In all things a rapid beginner,
Young Fay soon excelled as a sinner;
When tired, at nine,
Of cocaine and fine wine,
She switched to cigars and paint thinner.

some guy i cant remember
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 15:12:05 (PDT)


Willie and two other brats
Licked up all the Rough-On-Rats.
Father said, when Mother cried,
"Don't worry, dear, they'll die outside."

Willie poisoned father's tea.
Father died in agony.
Mother was extremely vexed --
"Really, Will," she said, "what next?"

In the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell
There she's yet because it kilt her
Now we have to buy a filter.

Willie with a thirst for gore
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said with humor quaint,
"Willie dear, don't scratch the paint."

Little Willie, on the track,
Didn't hear the engine squeal.
Now the engine's coming back,
Scraping Willie off the wheel.

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 15:11:07 (PDT)


I love Cat Box Poetry
Please write me
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 13:59:35 (PDT)


"me and you in a desserted cat box"

burning logs for heat
hunting for everything we eat
hiding when we sleep
so we don't get hit
when the cat box targets are bombed
but Its only senselessness
when we are to stoned to think
from the chlorine cat box weapons
being manufactured right under our noses

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 13:58:54 (PDT)


"Cat Box full of roses"

In full bloom
theres an odor in every room
and in each odor a cat box
like the cat box in my heart
its you and me
may we rest in peace
in a cat box for two
I'm telling you the cat box truth
its like a cat box full of roses
theres not a cloud in sight
its like a cat box full of roses
lets dance inside the cat box tonight
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 13:51:59 (PDT)


"Cat Box Lovers"

When I first meet you
your cat box was empty
so I growled
and sprayed it once or twice
then I filled it up and never missed a spot.

your my cat box lover
my cat box lover
my cat box lover
my only one

when we walk on the ocean cat box
with out no shoes or socks
and I look into your cat box eyes
I never notice your cat box sized thieghs

your my cat box lover
my cat box lover
my cat box lover
your the only one

if we both die from cat box cancer
here on the planet cat box
then I just want you to know
its was all worth it
to live happily together
you and me

your my cat box lover
my cat box lover
my cat box lover
my cat box odor
I'm not just talking shit
here in the cat box
your all there is
your the only one
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 13:47:27 (PDT)


I love the Cat Box Poetry
that is the reason I come to this site
I have search and search
and I looked forward to more of you cat box poetry

so lets all pitch in and write this next one
for the cat box
come on baby,give it up for the cat box
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 13:36:21 (PDT)


With the security level being at niner
she did not want to leave the cat box today
"maybe I forgot something?"
she told herself
as she paddled back into the mouth
of "the river cat box"
avoiding the green oil looking slicks
of coarse they could'nt be oil slicks
this being a cat box
unless some one was illegally dumping
in the cat box
which calls attention to the fact
that the cat box was very crowded
for this time of the season
and no matter what happens
you'll always have the cat box solicitation
would you like to try the bigger sized cat box
equiped with the "S" link cable
and a storm wall incase a hurricane hits
which is likely since there are many cat boxes
inside the trailer park "Cat Box Estates"
and there is always room for another trailer
inside the cat box

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 13:33:41 (PDT)


i concur
rebekah
- Friday, October 05, 2001 at 15:27:36 (PDT)


PLEASE POST INTERESTING THINGS, NOT CAT BOX CRAP!!! i come here to read and occasionally post poetry..... so PLEASE stick to doing the things this site is for.
SweetieEvil
- Friday, October 05, 2001 at 09:45:26 (PDT)


PLEASE POST INTERESTING THINGS, NOT CAT BOX CRAP!!! i come here to read and occasionally post poetry..... so PLEASE stick to doing the things this site is for.
SweetieEvil
- Friday, October 05, 2001 at 09:45:26 (PDT)


when you got shitty friends
life reflects shittiness too
maybe one should have no friends
so life could reflect nothingness, zero, zip, null

Anonymous
- Thursday, October 04, 2001 at 20:21:30 (PDT)


alice came upon a window
window gives unto the outside
the outside appears made up of seams
and it seems like everythings together
hansel finds a gingerbread house
gingerbread thats getting old
old things tend to be weak at the seams
and it seems like everythings coming apart
....like its coming apart
jack (the kings horse) and david (the kings man)
when trying to put humpty dumpty together again
said, david to his best friend
"jack my boy like everything this humpty fellow wont come together"
jack be nimble and jack be quick
but jack you burned yourself upon that damn candlestick
stick round jack, dont check the time
its time to see your pants and everything sewn together
and sewn up tight
john, he writes a song about with noone
and noone wants a song about alice and everything
but everything appears made up of seams
and it seems like this song and everything's together
wozniak
- Wednesday, October 03, 2001 at 15:19:55 (PDT)


"the shiney gravel"

We look for starfish in the sand
with no traffic
its like bieng on an island alone
where nothing grows


Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 03, 2001 at 14:07:34 (PDT)


The Shameful Prayer of the Cattle-Box people"

Maybe ripping the head off the cat box terrorist
was'nt such a good ideal

now the
rippened roadkill deluxe
smells worse than the box o'scents
and the game has already started
the cat box reaper hung his head
to pray

"reprogramable cattlebox lock down
give me back radio transmission
my blonde robbin
and lottery monies"

two electric cat box dolphin pawns moved forward
spilling fabricated tuna blood quickly cleaned up by the goats from hell
minus 5 points
the bishop whispered his three steps within the move
mapped across the fret board adjacent to the keyboard
inside the boundries of the gas war
Queen of winter armed with missle launchers and litter bugs milking the opening
forcing the peasent shapes into a grided life
spelling out
"the cat box dolphins are the lord christ"
dead flowers flight patterns
blasting caps and tequela worms
the warted bank teller told the drunken real estate man
the goats are from hell
the war continues
with the dolphin shaped cat box christs carring crosses across the sands
like a two hundred hole golf torrunament with a bomb shelter
and plumbing code voilations
chanting
"the only hole in the cat box is you"
there is no water
to splash across the oil spills
sulpher deposits and asbestoes
offerings the the highest priests of the unholy cattle box
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 23:38:28 (PDT)


The Shameful Prayer of the Cattle-Box people"

Maybe ripping the head off the cat box terrorist
was'nt such a good ideal

now the cat smells worse than the box
and the game has already started
the cat box reaper hung his head
to pray

"reprogramable cattlebox lock down
give me back radio transmission
my blonde robbin
and lottery monies"

two cat box dolphin pawns moved forward
spilling fabricated tuna blood quickly cleaned up by the goats from hell
minus 5 points
the bishop whispered his three steps within the move
mapped across the fret board adjacent to the keyboard
Queen of winter armed with missle launchers and litter bugs milking the opening
forcing the shapes into life
spelling out
"the cat box dolphins are the lord christ"
the bank teller told the drunken real estate man
the goats are from hell
the war continues
with the dolphin shaped christs carring crosses across the sands
like a two hundred hole golf torrunament
chanting
"the only whore wearing heels in the cat box is you"
there is no water
to splash across the oil spills
sulpher deposits and asbestoes
offerings the the highest priests of the holy cattle box
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 23:18:02 (PDT)


hey lets all write shitty poems about
bird-cage newspapers. wowo what fun thatll be.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 21:35:51 (PDT)


"The Scorpions and Horses of the Cat Box override the legitimate Christmas"

With Scars
cast into the pit of hell
the insides of the cat box
a wall so high
electrified
shot down
back to the bottom of the toxic waters of hell
each gas station hot dog
created slowly
glowing
a biological and chemical weapon
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 15:20:08 (PDT)


"The scorpions and horses of the cat box override the legitimate christmas"

With Scars
cast into the pit of hell
the insides of the cat box
a wall so high
electrified
shot down
back to the bottom of the toxic waters of hell
each gas station hot dog
created slowly
glowing
a biological and chemical weapon
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 15:12:29 (PDT)


"Full Moon Over the Cat Box Tonight"

The moonlight shines down on the
lime green white grey black puss
forming the river north inside the cat box

and I love you
you know I love you
the cat box lizzards come to life
fighting with the shielded cat box monkeys
killing each other as the high satan of the cat box watches sharpening his axes
ready to die from the cat box sores
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 15:02:06 (PDT)


"I Can't Afford To Change The Cat Box"

I can't afford to change the cat box
its costing me more than before
I can't afford to change the cat box
any any more

I can't afford to change the cat box
so be forewarned
the cat box musta got bigger
cause its annexxed the floor

I can't afford to change the cat box
its costing me more than before
I can't afford to change the cat box
any any more


I can't afford to change the cat box
I told you before
I can't afford to change the cat box
so its out the door

I can't afford to change the cat box
and its not something to be ignorred
I can't afford to change the cat box
Signed the cat box lard lord
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 12:59:15 (PDT)


"Treated like a Cat Box"

you as a society have thrown the
war on the cat boxes in to the ring

help me help me cry the little cat box diciples of
cat boxism
little in the sense of
every train would have an open cat box car

cat box car willie found this to be his home away from
the cat box pot luck dinner institions infultrated by the likeness
not nessicarly parrael to the wresting staged
rem saturday nite live concerptouis night mare
satan and his hell envoloped the magic blasting ram rod
and the tumourous heavens eropted
on every cat box fan out there
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 12:44:48 (PDT)


id even settle for travis no-talent right about now.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 10:00:49 (PDT)


"Cat Box Craziness"
Satan slammed the toilet seat down
over and over signaling the angel of china's yellow
satan piss river to dry up kitty litter resin
in buddah shaped chunks
behind the former presidents ears
to afford the newer model cat box before the sixtys took tabby from ya'all
I remember voting for a water proof cat box legislation
in the bar wedensday
before the bartender
took the key to the cat box away from
the elvis bastard god from kitty litter hell
burn the cat box
burn the cat box
the lord jesus
remembers voting in an aluminum cat box before
building the steam ark flying machine
not knowing about the cat box dyke machine like"priss kennedy"
was waiting at the other end
of the cat box generator creating more electricity
than duck shit and not one of them was named donald
disco slut marxist cuban scrot smile

the eighth cat box personality eroded the
stains on her crooked teeth
and the flood waters killed like vicous snakes
eating away at life
happiness
creating certian death for the infamous cancerious tumour you choose as a pet this time
hatred
hatred
cat cat box is half empty
the gun is fully loaded
die marvin gay you bastard fuck
die cat box hell
stab the chicken
death now you monkey fucker
the cat box terrorist's bloody head is splattered across the wall
and the cat box growths are strewn across the avenue
where crazy people in the night
raise thier fists and whistle
in aknowledgement
the cat box is satan
and you gotta die
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 00:16:12 (PDT)


the cat box is the devil
funded by the government
your gonna die
get out while you can
run hide help
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 23:49:16 (PDT)


Cat Box Lies

The lord of the cat boxes
has rained down from the heavens we call planet cat box
theres secret cat boxes
the media never told us about
its a jungle in there
brand new
cat box equipment

I meet her at the cat box-a-thon
with my metal detector in my hand
I overdosed on the cat box
straight from the doc
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 23:38:08 (PDT)


"The cat box abortion musuems"

Christ drew himself in the sand
right about where Iraq and Iran stand
and she could suck the jaw bone outta an ass
I don't fucking care
but theres no flags in my bible
so I'm gonna drink the coffee with rat hairs
goodbye to you gas prices
she drove away from there

the cat box abortion musuems
are all there is I swear
the cat box abortion musuems
are something we gotta share

she started drawing crosses
in the cat box sand
the she drove the stake in
eleven crosses now stand
each one used to be love
each one used to be a cat box
another fucking cat box abortion
got it in your plans

satan lived in the cat box
thats where the aliens land
I watch you throw away your rings
listen to the cat box band
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 23:27:11 (PDT)


"AN ODE TO THE CAT BOX CRITIC"

Landing in the cat box
seeing the satanic mushroom grow
diablo diabla shes devils food
mr. schwing says shes good to go
I never use a credit card
can't you smell that? No?
come on baby I got dreams for you
come on baby
you know its true
the cat box is a hazzardous toxin'
its a nice place to visit
but I would'nt wanna get lost in
its not like when we where in the garden
and there was love every where
this is the real war
real life
and no one makes it outta there
its not like buying tampoons for the queen
and theres nothing inbetween
burning like chlorine
focused on life only
theres a tumour on the cats big ass to battle
its up stream so bring a flushin' paddle
theres detour signs in the gravel
and liquid answers I can't handle
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 23:14:59 (PDT)


"Her Freckled beauty"
a hundred miles an hour for you
I don't care about no dollar tools
eyes of brown or green or blue
saying I love you or not
thats cool
anything you look at me
I can't speak if I can't think
theres something
I gotta say
my eyes wanna see everything
you know I'd do anything for you
if you'ld just stop these blues
and your looking better than everything
to bad that lifes a waste
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 22:26:08 (PDT)


"I'LL NEVER OWN"

I try to have something
something of my own
a place to live
call a home
without happiness
your love is always gone
seems like I'm paying rent on a cat box
I'll never own

its a shame
to believe in the twlight zone
two paychecks away from the end of the road
empty heart
stare at the wall
paying rent on a cat box
I'll never own

theres nothing really
to call my own
bills pile up
my love is down the road
theres no end in sight
nothing to hold
I'm just paying rent on a cat box
that I'll never own
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 16:03:28 (PDT)


"AND THEY SAY I'M CRAZY"

she was only second best
I would nt even look at her until crystal was a memory
then after she was all there was

I can still hear her sing
I love you you love me, ME HUNGRY!
as I pack up my dirty clothes
and leave my home and
the job that made me put her on the street
take me home she said as I showed her more houses
this bieng my first
client of mental patient real estate sales
I look into her eyes
knowing 6 or 12 coronas and the light switch could make me "forget about it"
it bieng her moustache of coarse
and all the mozzeralla chicken sandwiches in the world
would'nt change a thing
at the end of the night
she says "me love husband"
and there was no more barney to be sung
by the end of the first month her ass was one cat box wide
I knew it could'nt last until her ass was two cat boxes wide or even until she had three asses
but boy if it could
husband would not love her no more
and she could be all mine mine mine
no matter how much she loved husband
and 8.00 a day worth of ice cream was the main factor here
sure sometimes she was an asshole but she didnt have no warts on her face like the pissers wife
so I told her if you wanna argue with me lets get married
and we can argue all day long
she laughed and I pictured making up with her
and I could hear that fucking barney song until I wanted to kill something
yeah I bought her something off the lunch truck that broke my tooth
but she loved it and slid against me some more
so I showed her my birth marks too
then she wrote my name on her hand and said
me love husband
it was like living in heaven until her sister showed up
hungrier than her
only she had herpe sores on her lips a quarter inch big
telling me leave this shit alone
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 14:57:04 (PDT)


ok we get it.
cat boxes cat boxes cat boxes.
what the fuck is wrong with you?
they arent even creative anymore.
youre recycling your own feces now.
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 14:45:07 (PDT)


"Seven sweet cat box goodbyes"

I don't wanna look you in the eye
my hearts full of lies
I can't leave the wounds unhealed
until theres nothing left of my mind
I guess I'm always the reason why
I've nothing left to give but my life
and here I'll never have anything
that is why

seven sweet cat box goodbyes
it means everything
the knives in my side
pasted on tears
you can not hide
seven sweet cat box goodbyes

even though you love the disease
more than my health
I still love you
but I'll do it somewhere else

I can't count the number of times
I've wanted to die
but its been many more than seven sweet cat box goodbyes

the years are numbered
in an empty life
nothings easy it seems like
and its hit or miss
sometimes its missed twice
and the cat box will still be here after I die
because living in cat shit is worse than suicide
and I can't breath the fine sands of time
seven sweet cat box goodbyes
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 14:31:32 (PDT)


the construction of the jet flow testing canoe launch inside the worlds biggest cat box dam
began shortly after the worlds biggest cat box was completed
a much larger version of the old 1853 generic model cat box
although it was one of the seven modern cat box engineering wonders
no crop would grow from the newer version
and like we all sang at cat box aid
this past weekend
"NO CAT BOXES, NO KITTY LITTER"
a resoultion signed by miner ninty-niner bill clintons date
a real estate broker at the mental institution
he still uses as a service
together they were gold diggers
using cat box shovels and strainers
to pan for gold
sift the sands get a tan
in the name of the lord on the planet cat box
sure the stench of this beauty would turn back the wall paper on the walls
of the villages nearby
but the worlds biggest ass needed a dumping grounds
that could accomodate both the tumour of the week
and the river boats/gambling casinos that utilized the largest branch of
the Cat Box river
even though more men died in the construction of the dam inside the cat
box than at a who concert gone bad
the problem lies in the filteration and drainage systems
that weave thier ways
underneath the actual top surface
hidden from the loop holes that could
tie richard m nixon to the hoover vacuum cleaner repair
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 10:27:54 (PDT)


the plums are screaming again
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 00:36:42 (PDT)


I am the luckiest girl on earth.
I am a little princess indeed
I only hope I appreciate it before any adversity catches me
Anonymous
- Monday, October 01, 2001 at 00:29:59 (PDT)


"I wanna live in a trailer park with you Rox"

I wanna live in a trailer park
with you roxy
and get a toaster from my friends
you can wear a big white dress
and we'll drink until we can't
we'll put my name on the mail box and reuphoster my camaro
find furniture and shit on the curb when all the garage sales
are over
watch the late show every night before we call it what you want
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 30, 2001 at 22:34:30 (PDT)


simply hello



screaming bursts of quiet
alone i say hello
unto you i've thrown myself
when will you return

your eyes i hold
as well as your hand
into me you've stormed
when will i see your face

thrusting thoughts are inward stabs
i fall each time i lay my head
upon us is oblivion
when will we exist again



LaurenRae
- Sunday, September 30, 2001 at 20:07:28 (PDT)


scribble




palpitations in crimson heat
beat throughout my consious strain to rest
hopes and dreams cling to my bosom
as i embrace my infinite distress
everflow throughout my soul
i'm bleeding in a blue salvation
releasing all the life attained in strife
i am the breath of death's abrasion
LaurenRae
- Sunday, September 30, 2001 at 20:03:54 (PDT)


Your poetry is the literary equivalent of the nightmares one might suffer
after eating a bad curry. The subject matter is melodramatic, the rhyme bad,
and the rhythm, or rather lack thereof, too inane to contemplate. Your
talentless, masturbatory, drivel is an offense to anyone with even mediocre
taste in literature, prose or poetry. Your lack of future in any literary
field is assured.



Anonymous
- Sunday, September 30, 2001 at 19:25:36 (PDT)


I love the taste of blood,
the warmness in my throat
the richness on my tounge
i love the way u cut your arm
just to turn me on
i love the taste of your skin
and how i can bite your neck
and u moan with pleasure
i love the way u scratch my back
and the pain makes me horny
i love the animal u become
when i touch that certin spot
i love the way u make me feel
it almost seems like love is real
i love the way u act it all out
it makes me not feel how wrong this is
Lessa Rose....... please tell me how it is
- Sunday, September 30, 2001 at 17:24:34 (PDT)


-James! My day has been...extraordinary!
+oh yeah? What happened?
-A revelation! I was floating high above the clouds...and I knew!
+Knew what...?
-Exactly where I was!
+Your house.....?
-I knew the meaning of it all!
+Fourty two?
-I knew the distance to the sun...
+93 million miles.
-And i knew the echo that is love and i knew the secrets in your spires and i knew the emptyness of youth and i knew the solitude of heart and i knew the murmurs of the soul and i knew the silence of the world!
+Billy, you were hiiiiiiigh.
a conversation
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 17:36:40 (PDT)


okaaay, so the aeroplane flies high
turns left, looks left...
No, wait, that makes too much sense.
baldy
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 17:33:14 (PDT)


god damn these fucking cat boxes!
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 17:32:29 (PDT)


"I'd walk 15 million cat boxes for her love"

I'd live inside of hell
and work for free until that was'nt enough
I'd give up music
and any thing else I loved
for shes the only answer
and shes all I could ever really really want
I'd walk 15 million cat boxes
for anything she calls love
look into her eyes and tell me thats not hotmmm
be my everything everythings not enough
I could go over the edge
she could drive me nuts
just to think
I might never find a road
that will lead me to her lust
I'd walk 15 million cat boxes
even though thats not near enough
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 01:39:54 (PDT)


"I wish she'ld open her cat box when I'm around"

I wish she'ld open her cat box when I'm around
her dark brown eyes tell me this is the one
the only one
her great ass assures me
it would be lots of fun

if I ever got lost with her
I doubt I could be found
and you know
if I could get up with her
I'd never be down
I'd try to hold onto it forever
and my love
would be right there to break the speed of sound
anytime she needed it
I'll be her dog
on her trail..blood hound
I wish just once
before I get to the pitchers mound
I wish she would open up her cat box
just open up that cat box
I'd claim her with my scent
I'd bark up her tree
hell I'd drink her water
thats what she could mean to me
yet all this means nothing
just another wasted dream
and there is no life
without reality
there is no lve
no such thing as sanity
so sanitize whatevers left of her memorie
and I'm still waiting for something to believe
even though everyone wants her
and her looks do astound
I wish she'ld open her cat box when I'm around
yeah yeah yeah
were talking winner now
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 01:28:07 (PDT)


"I'D GIVE SEVEN CAT BOXES TO BE WITH YOU"

You sure look nice to me
I don't care about anyone else or
your pregenancy
It would be worth it
and your eyes are tellin' me
theres nothing I won't do
its more than all good with me
and I don't know why I save them
a used up memories
I'd give seven cat boxes to be with you
I know thats hard
...to believe
you mean this much to me
so listen to what I'm telling you
'cause this is what I mean
I'd give seven cat boxes to be with you
and get a taste of a dream
magic numbers mean nothing
and you can't take it with you
if you know what I mean
you could break my heart into
and laugh at every piece
I'd give seven cat boxes to be with you
and seven more thats the truth
if I had that many
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 01:07:49 (PDT)


"Cat Box Valentines"

Walking in the sand
just you and me
waiting for the tide
hoping for a strong breeze
the only reason I'm here
is you
its got to be
each grain of sand has meaning
like its spelling out you and me
would you be mine
do you belive I
want you all the time
for my
CAT BOX
CAT BOX
LORDY LORDY
MY
CAT BOX
CAT BOX
CAT BOX VALENTINE
theres a picture
of a dessert marage
somewhere in my mind
I see you with me
or am I going blind
we could surf in the sand
these are the sands of time
I feel the heat of the sun
something heart shaped burns my eyes
I breathe in until
my last time
all I know is I want you
to be my
CAT BOX VALENTINE
MY CAT BOX VALENTINE
be mine
CAT BOX VALENTINE
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 00:48:54 (PDT)


NOT GOOD SIR,
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 29, 2001 at 00:25:17 (PDT)


jack be nimble jack be quick
jack--he missed--
he's now eunich
rebekah
- Thursday, September 27, 2001 at 20:41:00 (PDT)


tumour multiplied by pie
attacks targets with the northern cat box zones
including the three dumplings that look like the budda crying
some say its a miracle
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 27, 2001 at 20:16:56 (PDT)


LITTER BOX, DAMNIT
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 26, 2001 at 09:53:22 (PDT)


kitty litter deluxe

indoor invisible micro-cat boxes may be covered with smaller road cones{since space is limited inside}
or glow in the dark paints
this bieng the smallest of the species
the micro-cat box really has no box at all

when the feline drops the feccies seedlings covering the desired area,road cone routing may vary to the extent of using them only as stepping stones
in a room that measures twenty cat boxes by fifteen cat boxes creating the illusion of one giant cat box
at this point a couple of indoor plants really might brighten up the atmosphere
in the hoilday season we always make little cat box decorations to hang from the cat box tree
and wait until morning to see the new surprise liquid fever floor coverings we recieve
each on bieng like a little foot massage
or micro cat box textured with the real thing no imatation fillers
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 26, 2001 at 00:42:07 (PDT)


whats with the kitty shit houses?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 25, 2001 at 15:16:26 (PDT)


Extra Credit{2 part}

1.if robbins breast were 1/1100th of a cat box high
and she stands up to urinate in an enlongated cat box
would it be worth 7000 dollars for britney implants,even if it was performed at Lake Forrest Hospital

when she could look like the budda christ yeast infection hog at the county hospital for a third of the dough or for free with a public aid medical card?

2. How many mental patients are pissing in the rain at the corner of lewis and 10th at 3:15 p.m.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 25, 2001 at 00:11:07 (PDT)


going to college?
you must first pass the "C B T" Cat Box Test

Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:56:24 (PDT)


What secret weapon started the 3rd and 4th world wars
devolped souly from a half full cat box?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:54:29 (PDT)


True or False
When transporting more than 10 cat boxes you must carry a special permit?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:52:42 (PDT)


in the movie "the Box Father"
when in trouble they say
go to the cat boxes
what for?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:51:30 (PDT)


if eleven cock roaches are running in and out of the half full cat box how many bugs bunny cartoons would
it take for you to forget about it?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:49:59 (PDT)


if 15 hippies are inhaling cat box fumes CBF
{a GAS} and 4 of them die
is the cat box half empty or is the cat box half full
and if the cat box is completly full how much does it then weigh?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:47:56 (PDT)


if the tumour on the cats ass was .09 compressed cat box unit or .09 CCB on tuesday and it grows .05% in one day how many ccb will the tumour on the cats ass be on next monday?

and if the cat drank 1200 MCB {millicat box units} of MGD would he then give a rats ass
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:42:58 (PDT)


the weight of one cat box is fifteen pounds half full
how many mozzaralla chicken sandwiches from wendys would isabel have to eat
before her ass is two cat box wider
and would it make her moustache any darker?
se
Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:36:18 (PDT)


2 and 1 half liquid gallons equal one compressed cat box unit or C.B.
800 MILLI C.B OR MCB equal one cup (about a handfull)
and 800 milli cat box equal 2 years and four days
in time conversion the hour glass will clout at an unpredicted pace depending on the consistancy and the thickness of the cat box.
17,826 cat box equal one mile or 15,211 cat box equal one kilocat box so if you were traveling at 35 kilocatboxes per hour and it there was a war with no one how long would it take you to pay your storage
if the said storage space was 10 cat box by 10 cat box
and 12 cat boxes high?

Anonymous
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 23:32:04 (PDT)


must it forever ride the back of me
as long as its doing the same to her
appolonia
- Monday, September 24, 2001 at 09:00:42 (PDT)


measurements

if you lined up ten cat boxes this way
and ten catboxes that way
to make ten C.B. SQUARE
thats what the fuck I'm talking about here
the size
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 23, 2001 at 23:48:17 (PDT)


Jack the Ripper's grandmother they view
As having been unbalanced, too,
For in restrooms she'd lurk
To stab folks with a dirk -
An old woman who shived in a loo.


Bob Giandomenico
- Sunday, September 23, 2001 at 21:00:23 (PDT)


A hurry-up hooker named Vickie
Was the quintescent queen of the quickie;
She'd do a quick dance,
Make you come in your pants,
Leaving you sullen and sticky!

writerman
- Sunday, September 23, 2001 at 20:59:32 (PDT)


an ode to a sink:
oh lovely sink in Regina's basement
methinks it is time for a sinkly replacement
thy drainhole is scraggly like
an old man's chin
and thou seems to me to
be leaking again
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 23, 2001 at 20:54:12 (PDT)


humpty dumpty
fell off a wall
humpty dumpty
smelled awful
all the kings horses and all the kings men
passed out.

rebekah
- Sunday, September 23, 2001 at 12:55:16 (PDT)


"Stolen Flags"

Anonymous
- Saturday, September 22, 2001 at 11:09:18 (PDT)


PAT ROBERTSON IS SATAN
satan satan satan satan satan satan
(subliminal message--STONE PAT ROBERSTON)
stan satan satan satan satan satan satan
he actually said--he FUCKING SAID
he believes all non-pentacostal christians
should count as HALF-CITIZENS
in any vote or census.
WHAT UTTER BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous
- Friday, September 21, 2001 at 21:35:17 (PDT)


yeah, sure.. I just gotta sit back and laugh
go ahead, knock yourself out
blow yourselves up.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 21, 2001 at 20:13:16 (PDT)


"Finally a disco dance we can have a war to!"

When I look into your eyes
I can see we're farther away
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 20, 2001 at 23:35:44 (PDT)


I'm comin' to save you Roxy
and lie right by your side
baptied in your influences
I need you blonde and high
I'm comin' to slave you right into overdrive
I'm comin to make you remember tomorrows
are easy to waste and if theres nothing there
when you wake
if nothing else at least your quiet guitar will get played
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 20, 2001 at 23:13:42 (PDT)


we arent fighting muslims people.
just the taliban.
its like fighting the televangelists
not all christians.
PAT ROBERTSON IS SATAN
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 20, 2001 at 19:58:01 (PDT)


his towel hat was like a bee hive
to the cock roaches that breed in his beard
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 19, 2001 at 16:19:01 (PDT)


cleaning up after cattle was his first job where he could use his towel hats when he first came to this country
later he drove a taxi cab
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 19, 2001 at 01:06:44 (PDT)


the towel hats were really stylin when
the clash wore them
winning over devo fans who could'nt yet blame thier mental disabilties on that damn crack
keeping ramen noodles he stole from aldi in his hat
just in case the cadillac ran out of gas in the middle of texas
rajeeb and the aforementioned bag of groceries he wore on his head
was off to the community college to get some schoolin'
his lesson included english as a second launge and
and flight simulation 403
his neighbors
said "get the hell of the lawn"
and lat



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