ah ha ha ha. not a sonnet. nice shoes though. Did you know people akin to shoehorns suffer from the unrepenting desire to squeeze themselves back into their mothers? really, that, and obesity.

Dare devil.

viva boots.

A triumph of will! A plethora of nude pole vaulting shape shifters. A spanish inquisition with a drive through window and vaccuum tube.

Can you talk to my girlfriend for me? -9-

angst, anyone? it goes nice with crumpets and a good Darjeeling..

die! jesus freak and a good shabbas to you!

Why this has not recieved more attention is beyond me. The secondary theme is there, I haven't found it yet. This is amazing.

you realy are a mad genius.

Tell that to the atlantians. Your tank has to much ammonia and nitrite in it. Change your water, and improve your filters. Buy a cichclid to dispose of the gold fish

lollygagger queer breeder

Footballer goat milker

we knew what we were in for when we entered the dark, lonely CAVERN OF CHAT. we knew that one of us was AN SPYE. we knew we had only to wait it out for the TRAITOR to reveal his true colors.... i awoke this afternoon to find that someone had eaten my prawnes, and i knew in an instant that that someone was BUCKLE HAT!!!!

grendelicious.

Tintagiles, you're right on 2 of those. The kid also thought he was a werewolf. The furries are folks who feel a kinship with some type of animal and identify themselves as such. In that case, it was wolves. Then there was the fruity little gothling who thought he was a dragon. Hung around with the werewolf kid and their crew. Awful little creatures, you couldn't even slap 'em for thei stupidity because most of them claimed to be masochists because it's hip or something.

Fred, my dear dear Fred, Daaark Dark, and knowing it knowing it all.

them's some fancy-ass shoes.

nifty. how've you been? i've missed you, mrs.g.

I think the spelling is "volition". this poem freaked the bejesus from me, as if I haven't lost enough of my bejesus already.