Caducus
on Once the moon turned me into a hairy vagina by horus8
24 Jan 2004, 3:51 PM
Sounds like the lost page of genesis.
The 1st line grabs and so the 8th
Love the notions of being who we ARE and not what others want us to be.
A real archers bowfinger to conformity.
really? I thought they meant gown. You know, after they cut this loose [off the corpse], they bury it [wrapped up] in the [corpse's] cold gown. Makes more sense, don't you think? I think it's pretty clear the pome is about the fevered thoughts of a serial killer.
This has nothing to do with the poem (sorry), but check out the poem "THe World" by HEnry Vaughan. Hes a old one. Tell me what you think by replying here or at one of my poems!
omigod this is the best pome I've read on this site since I came here. I spewed bavarian beer and veggie weiners all over my keyboard. Omigod, my gut hurts. I can't breathe. Whew.
Hey, your here too??? cool! anyway, like i said before...love your poem!
May I also pray with "What is really real my own reality?" ?
I have changed my mind. It steadies the bowels.
From: James Wright <woundedsoul44@hotmail.com>
To: Matthew Bennett <XXXXX>
Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 19:43:39 +0000 (GMT)
Subject: Re: Tears of Sorrow
Oh god please tell me you didn't tell Justin what I said, you know how I feel about him. :(
Anyway in response to your question no I don't think Jeremi is cool I think he's a massive dork.
cya
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"Death is like the pure fading sun falling upon the black scales of a dragon on a crystallised winter's night" -- Kurt Cobain
Please refract my latest comments.
I never loved you.
I see no nicknames here. Please do not appropriate Jesus without appropriate documentation.
Listen hear you big blendered gay man I only wished to inform you that your spotlighted buttocks were jumping across my shed walls each night.
Thoughts cannot be replaced. They are forever swimming
where the wildbums grow.
Email from 131.111.212.215 <address censored>
10th October 1999
Hi <163.1.146.87>,
I don't know what to say - I feel awful. It's been really bad for me since the... accident, and I don't know if I can handle school for much longer. All the other kids gang up on me, especially the ones who were... underneath the parallel bars at the time. Last night I cried myself to sleep, and had a terrible dream about a mystery boy who did a poo in his brand new red underpants during a double squat dismount from a set of parallel bars. And then when I woke up I realised that the mystery boy was me, and that I wouldn't be seeing my brand new pair of red underpants ever again. Anyway that's my winge over with. Guess I'll catch you later,
<131.111.212.215>
Regina isn't hairy.
I did not delete your last comment intentionally. Not that it's an exuse, but I've never been to this site before, and I hit the wrong button. Please bestow your forgiving grace upon me (and yes...that was sarcastic).
You secretly toss off into a train engineer's hat at night.