sliver
on Memory by SILYLILGURL
6 Nov 2003, 4:30 PM
Sometimes memories are the hardest part of living huh?
I refer you to my latest poem, On Visiting My Father.
I shall bestow a 10 on this li'l ditty to balance Dreamers unmerited 0
I like the way you did this. It came out well.
Is this retaliation for my comments about the quality of your cheese?
Can't we get along? Theres hope, especially if that mold of yours is hallucinogenic.
Got Milk?
A rigorous masterwork.
Deeply stupid.
Shams loves you you know.
... im guessing that you had no inspiration for your writing today? Might look nice in your journal though.
blessed with 0.
Now that deserves to be noted in a psychology book, a few pages before Lie2MePinnochio's fascination with wooden puppet sex toys.
One of these days I'd love to meet him.. and have him recount his affair with the potato- oh, and you have friends that are far odder than my own, congratulations.
I felt much much worse then.
youd be surprised how creative a person becomes once they smoke out of the lightbulb... sometimes, or they embark on bizzare projects- like covering a bike in black electric tape... a favorite hobby of my old meth dealer. Thank god the bike crap he left me was worth selling after he decided to vanish without a trace, but still even now i have an extreme discrimination twards black electric tape and bike fanatics.
Corruption to me, is a slow steady leaky faucet in your bathtub, and a handful of rats turning it into an water park while all are sleeping.
He would have been better off eating some twigs and moss instead! Twigs and moss make for great arts and craft too!
[note to self, apply for a position in cheesy advertising]
.. i wonder who would eat a potato that was used as a dildo.. -shiver- poor lad.
that sparks alot of memories.. first one is the best.
Stoner 9 award.
-nod- i came across my lost stash of his works, and have pleasantly decided read them.. cleaning my cursed duplex can result in alot of treasures.
I only believe in a universe of strings, and dull paperbacked escapism.