Bachus
on My Friend? by Blade
25 Dec 2002, 2:58 PM
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Merry christmas fuck nose.
Now browsing people with keyword poetry. [exit]My keywords:
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conversation creative dancing dreaming emo music food
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techno understanding winternot. breathing is no foreign task, because my inhale is your only exhale. i grasp the shards of the pedestals you've broken, but i'm the one crashing down..
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Mullanonymous
At first glance, the words
"engineer" or "math teacher"
may come to mind. However,
don't be too hasty when
assesing the
"Mullanonymous"... this
chameleon has the power to
blend in and adapt to many
social groups. Even though I
can not truly pinpoint or narrow
this "master of disguise" down
to one category, manifestos
and biological/chemical warfare
come to mind.
yes i dig, that's what i do.
lovein' it!
your in college!? where do you go? Umm, I don't know if you were trying to complement me but thanx!!
thanx a bunch!
Hmmm, good question. And after much pondering,
I surmise myself to be awake. If I were dreaming,
I would be somewhere else. At least, vicariously
with no need to watch the boob tube. Everyone
creates their personal realities played out on the
sand mans stage. Though eventually, it is all blowing
sand anyway, not even traces remaining.
why drag horus8 into the mix? he doesn't write short books of poetry any more he's retired to pick olives in Greece. i will be running his estate here, and i will be dealing with you hands on in the future. you will refer to horus8 as what was, and me as his turd cutter. that is all.
they 'man' called and said the telescope with galaxy finding software and the remote controled stealth fighter i bought for my son will be late to arrive (i was looking forward to teaching him how to use them wink wink) ah well there's always the spinach dip and new castle... STIPEND AHOY! OFF THE REARADMIRALS BOW.
You may be correct though pi is, of course, infinite
in a mathematical sense. So if forever exists, when
and why did it come into being? Or does it have no
beginning, a concept that is beyond our intellectual
capabilities? Hell, even imagination comes up short
in such esoteric concepts.
I think everybody feels like that sometimes.
Ahhh, but false hopes make the world go round. For if you didn't have false hopes then your existance would be completely meaningless to say the least. Perhaps it is....but false hopes are there to keep you from seeing this...get it?..yes...here's a shot of tequila...oh...let's not forget to chew the worm...it's a good source of protein...
Yes, insomniac I am. And sleep brings dreams, which then lead to a world of false hopes. So I tried to avoid it. Just enough shut eye to get me through the day. And I looked for your thoughtful gift but it doesn't seem to be here. Are you sure you had Santa bring it to the right house?
Be thankful...at least I didn't get you old man river's collection...it was out of print...nobody bought it.
It's around 4:30am in PA...you must be an insomniac like me...or maybe you can't sleep because Santa is bringing you lots of presents.....oooooh...open up the blue one..it's from me....ahhhh...a book of short poems by Horus8. Enjoy!
19 now, so no reason to feel old. But I think I might have been around 16 when that was written. Only a few of the things I have posted are recent. I just liked the others.
You're 16 right? Your poetry is good, but try to diversify the areas in which you write. Ahhh...my apologies madam...it's good to know that our youth knows who Paul Anka is....I'm in my early 20s...ahhh, but I feel old, older at least.