Bill Z Bub
on Junk by Bonehiss
20 Dec 2002, 5:11 PM
don't let the man get his hands on your junk.
gotta love this piece, 'cuz you've got the funk
rough, immediate, alive, sensual.
keep going!
you had my attention until you went "wassup", then i started picking my belly button and reading the globe again. what? no nitros? tsk. it's also a mind crunch to read and really bloated, you could of said it all with one sentence. "Stupid fucking rave full of complaisant retards, and then some." shame really. hope you're okay?
that's a nice one.
jesus christ it's like butter fly day...butter fly day butter fly day look at mee coccooning on butter fly die...woah. can i just say you are obviously the happy person i could ever possibly read/meet. thanks.w
i'm glad you like those lines.. those are my faves too. I want this to be moving...
depth. I'm tired of depth. You probably don't give a shit about my urinary tract, but it could be anyone's urinary tract. I think haikus were meant to be different. If anyone disagrees, who cares. I like it.
take the question marks out, and than unfortunately every word, but two. ~ Trevor Greene. You see trevor, sometimes a blank letter can say so much more. like my mind is blank. use your fucking imagination for the love of a beutifull special young lady could you, please? PLEASE!. thanks, love horus8. p.s
merry christmas.
i should of finger banged you harder, but with my cactus, and a handful of dry mud. three hundred miles? that's not love sweety that's a mild crush. love, is a talking brain tumor and a late cable bill w/ a bit of movie popcorn in your hair..
"foozle" sweet. preys gotta go back to pray. "empty acres take up more space then muddled cities", might works better moved to the last stanza. perhaps not, subways scare the hell out of me and so does the sky. usually.m
Thanks for the comments folks. I think it's quite possibly the worst thing I've ever written. i dunno.
line 9 typo, beautifull and true.??
funny and works
consider yourself. flashed. chicky chaw, chicky wicky wahhhwick wik wah.
kool.atleast it's not t.s eliot. is it? merry christmas and all that other arm funk.
FLASHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY___________
Had no idea you could bend that way - 8
Depart from Me, you evildoers, by Jesu the 2nd.
An story that is not an poeme complete with prawne
sketches and diagrams you could have powder packets
and formulas for enbrowning liquids..the pieces could
be shoe horns, beaks, and hoofs...it could be a board
game action figure spin off book toy combinations complete
with floating pirate ships and aids in a break in case of
emergency vial...no wait..I KNOW AIDS PILLS jesus christ
this could be huge shhh.