eat more haggis...be well. lest the guppies attack and chew 'pon your little toe..

who needs ganglia when we have overworked cilia

yeah. i don't waste words, i lived in kc and st. louis, so what..if there was anything actually happening of interest there people would migrate, yet... they're not. why cause they are all to busy moving to l.a and new york from "misery". if your such a fan...why call it that to begin with?...and beverly d. is an actress. you know national lampoons vacation? coal miners daughter? what are you on zanex and drinking malt liquor through a straw? "mellow...mellow...boo! wow man you just hate the most acid i've ever seen anyone eat in my entire life" (tommy chong, up in smoke)what the fuck are you tripping on mr. i got eight poems now on the best list...shouldn't you be doing the ms. america wave and chewing on your crown at this point in time? you have no point. and you're wasting my time. thee end.

try a forklift. and some mineral oil. nicely done. quite the tail.it made me snort a foot long rail. 9.

congradulations. you've made it to the bestest of the bestesses list. have fun up there. the air is cleaner. unfortunately, you aren't and aint. not that it matters. i heard you were in indonesia the other day, bali wasn't it. smell your fingers. feel the guilt. sell out.

isn't that nice. spoiled brat. i bet you got what you deserved (in your 'vast' mind. i'm sure the best is yet to come. don't underestimate the overestimated. it will come back mutated and twice as sly. watch. nice poem though. 7. p.s no one really gives a shit about what school you went to, or abusive nuns...just ask jim carrol over a a little 'boy' in the alley. you could have a double doctorate in jelly bean counting and make your point just as well. just an observation. no disrespecst. oh by the way..your huge in my huge mind.

match tip the sawdust. my prediction? number nine in worst section within 2 months, at the latest. unvotable regurgitative pelican spew. you'd be better off just scanning the comic book page and posting that. atleast we'd having something in front of us worth reading.

why? she states at the beginning what and who it is from...it's not like she's blatantly stealing..she's sharing, you twit..obviously because of some problem with the way men view her boobs subcounsciously & figuratively speaking of course..email me a chest shot sweet heart, and i'll decide whether or not she should stay, and or keep the bees. i am an excellent judge of these things, and very open minded., lol! all the way down your 'pants'! signed white knuckle phillip aka. the duke of dungerees. please?

that's funny, but what of odins eye and loki's mutated son? surely the must of fiddled her vagina oft in their youth. surely.??

perhaps tapatia & lava with a bit of menstration juice 'pon the slapped bum-face of mr. jones's angel. how about them pants. nice poem richa. as always. you sure like snakes and hillocks. and ghosts and brimstone and toes..696.??

hephaestus obviously is the the crab whisper from your crotch...more smoke and mirror tom foolery..you might be able to trick these easilly swooned demigods, but your going to hafta dig a little deeper for us mantel sturgeons. we have four legs but herman hesse borrowed our third leg last yesterday. didn't he. early like the worm bird..

you have way too much time on your hands. if i were you i'd donate it to some fucking starving nation in the middle of a desert. cuz it's doing us no fucking good here. apparentlyz

THE BACHIAN TRIBUNALS pick of the day. why i will not say. okay...this once. cuz it makes me feel tiny and hated. and cuz it gives a great rim job (cave kissing is kuel) we should hide now. before chassidic release our shabbas goy to the lions pitted. the lamb has been spitted. spiteri &rossi asti spumanti. jonestown coolade for the afterglow.s

nay. not as bright as the scrotismal equinox of yor! you never bore. is not the muse a well read whore? thouroughly! to the core. more. more.

if my poem blackbuns is plagerized. i would really be most impressed if you could show me how please, and i will happily proof you wrong...i fucking demand you follow your accusation with some proof mr. "johnny on patrol" because that haiku isd far from stolen unless i'm stealing from myself these days..cad.

king solomon would just break a stick of gum up and breast feed
till minionable.l

dude..that's fucked. lol! got me there...oh well if it makes you feel better my hairs down to my shoulders i have a jesus beard and gonohorea...the hair goes tomorrow though..the clap went today..as for deepness..well nothing could match your recoils..lucky i'm busy repairing currently..otherwise well...i'd have to mail bomb your ass..love the zodiac killer. clark kent is dead bros..could i be the flash instead...fucking bastard. dirty pool..clay pigeon. i guess i can't vote on this one..it's pretty incriminatingly faceted..how would you say 'check mate..nice parle'. nightflier.k

who said anything about standards, i'm fucking serious....you cats are voting on the dissinegration of my cock. poor fella's doing the tom hanks in the green mile....and you guys are talking about standards? may ezra pound pound your pound cakes. villians.

may i suggest shooting up morphine...have fun. toodles. 2/10. oh and move, and you you dont live here...move here and invent a better shoe bomb. this tooted fodder. enjoy your time here. have a blast tell your friends the 'stiff taled lemurs. piker!

the fox and the hound....did this subject more justice. my forehead furrows mr. spiteri.6.