Slam dunk of the drunken monk,
lines written red,
wine of purple grape,
mouth agape in
occult worship and
uttering the wise words
of loud nothings.


^^ first stanza of the first memoir. quite a difference isnt it? lol.

well.. the last one was quite different- and overall "formal yoderspeech + pending doom + reality unveiled + exclamation point, and a catchy signature"

now is this about "Piteous punks have we become?"
"have we become piteous punks"... choices.. choices..

I'll go againt my gut instinct for once, and toss the yoddle..

no worries, ive used the almighty ; a good many times myself.
but memory forgets its available at times.. but theres always a way- somehow, someday.

-nod- quite good, I should request assistence more often.

Accepted! >hands you a spare titanium quill<

Im a starving poet, and the cat stole my silver- i snatched the titanium from NASA, neato right? I think so anyway.

did you take part in their vodka tradition?

Cordless laser mousies are better- you can keep clicking in the bathroom- when you go in the kitchen to get lunch- when your watching tv...... and on and on.

Tails are only good to step on. :)

Memoirs of a Monk - Saint Screamer is listed under SD if you want to cruise the first one.

well.. half sentences.. fuck, sometimes i got so much to say, that punctuation becomes an itch.

suggestion? because i hate toying with punctuation when im already slightly handicapped in that department.

They molest mouse clickers until they dont work anymore?

You got some asian child-labor army too? Do they call themselves the flamin zero deathsquad? and whirl the mousies while crying out "ZEROED BIZNATCH!?!??!??!?"

lmao man, think about it, look at what your saying- its punchline hour, really, I could write a free-verse skit with this shit, and get a spot on HBO with chris rock

"whiteboy slampoet will be tonights musical guest"
(grandmaster flash will be playing the drunken banjo)

crusaders never need cash- do they?

Just a mouse, right?

3500? Damn it, I would have taken that instead of giving 900 zeros anyday, specially since I could never become motivated to zerobomb someone.

attention? dood, see his comment on my crappy haiku post- he's on some sort of holy mission me thinks.

Some folks take the internet way too seriously, or need to be on a best list.. -shrug- (my only wish is to get a score over 6 one day.. if im so lucky.)

well, 900 crap votes aside, shall we toast my fiasco record farewell? Because mr. rock topped it with a super-rocket, and left me choking on the exhaust.

Ah..

Well that doesnt make much of a change now does it!- toodles.

did you ever think id take a crack at the vil?

i didnt, but then i looked in the mirror and i realized that my goatee was getting greasy.

maybe i should ponder tackling a sestina next?

my inner lawyer was mush when my inner devil proved he could bring about more suffering that he.

and the bastards whip cracks 'long with the lawyers groans are soon going to compell me to swipe my universe clean and create less irritating bastages as my underlings.

i didnt like my ending, but i had nothing else in my bag that felt right.

"dress rehearsa"

i did not title it.. ;P