"I need a lover that won't drive me
crazy!"
John Mellencamp

Lock Bolt Figure Window Shame
Live Dead When Lost Shadow Flies
Eleven Sinners Dead

"J-Lo Booty!"

Life Of Perversion Talks
To Those Within The Realm
Of Conformity And Bestiality

Blade Of Confusion In Ice
Wind Pours Out Of The Jar
Jolting Prison Figures In Shock

"Not mine" is code for, "This is
stuff I have to say, but don't want
people to actually know"

I live in a dirty mobile home,
I smoke cigarettes and eat bacon.
I worship Dale Earhardt
I am Billy Nippress, the hick from
jolly old (gay accepting, cause we
are cosmopolitan) Europe

SF came to me in a dream,
the person I will consider my
life mate. I will put on the apron
and make his supper at night
and woo him to sleep

Blair

The thing is just who
Do you find to replace him?
None are impressive

They like the freedom?
They like people stealing things?
They enjoy chaos?

Don't you like monkeys?
You think of them all the time.
Tony is a git

Not really a pain
Just a minor irritant
Just to be ignored

Head full of ideas
Not able to think things through
Incautious he leaps

Crying when alone
Convincing himself he

Your so vain I bet
You think this is about you
Don

Lead horse to water
But you just can

Tried to be civil
But unhelpable morass
He

Dry drivel metered
Sadly talent wasted here
Locked in his self hate

Dull bland visitude
The specter just calls him back
Unable to fight

So incredible
There

Streaming green mucus
I

I can fly, I can!
But only down, fell off tree
Try to fly back up

I

31098, 31099, 31107, 31112, 31113, not mine

I need a large cock in my mouth,
to make me feel happy,
like a little girl

SF sucks cock and ass in hell!!!

SF, you truly are a fucking CUNT!!

Dead Lemons In The Yard
Filtering Out Those Who Would
Or Would Not Escape Socialism

hackneyed absurdist
he is an original
at least he thinks so

i worship samhain
all that postmodern garbage
doth truly stinketh

i thought i was bad
then i read the preceding
and now i'm happy

I think you're missing
all the monkeys from the farm
Beastiality

Bald Guy Burning His Bride
Chewing Her Kidneys With Blades
Talking About The Yankee's

Crazy threesome with SF and
William Nippress would be good
for me

There once was a man with a farm
Where monkeys worked in fear of harm
But all they would do
Is write bad haiku
And assist when he needed a palm

There once were a couple of men
Who wrote haiku again and again
At first they would mock
But dreamt then of cock
True love blossomed from the pen

Down on the farm.....Me and SF
hand in hand, singing and chirping
like the birds around us.

I am so happy SF is here!! I was
kinda lonely there for a while!
Yaaayyyy for me and SF!!

Pain Drops Flounder Eating
Dessicated Paranoia Sentiment
Embraces The Vacant Abyss

David Jannssen's Leg, Writhing
Dead Beat On Drums Of Still Water
Oil In Harvest Beams, Kill

Set Back The Limes On Table
God Is Coming For a Drink
Saddle The Empty House Soul

Dark Cloud Dreaming In Ether
Watching Coddled Sheep Glow
In Rythmic Coersion

"SF, It's you! It's you!! Oh what
a happy day it is!!"

bitch, what did i say
never interrupt a man
who's watching star trek

sever his tendons
let's see how far he can walk
place your bets people

shotputting newborns
catching them on bayonets
life is beautiful

began as a Girls
Gone Wild dream but they started
handing out pamphlets

Evil Numbers Victorious Strenght
God's Will In Suspense
Forethought Of Aftermath

Digits Explode With Remorse
Over Stephen Hawking
Using Sign Language On Death