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this one's about you.

GouletGoulet Posts: 918
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Pumpernickel peanut plants put on a good dairy farmer magic show in the mutilation lines of cabbage matter and whatever dreams you have mine are a thousand times bigger and broader and narrower and more magnificent and brilliant and mind bending and stupid and that makes me a fucking hilarious dreamer and a fucking hilarious pirate and a fucking hilarious football jersey and then all the scapegoats flow into the bathroom and take a long gander at you and your private parts and you and your private parts are trying to have a private moment if not for eternity but for one minute of lusty breasty pleasure because that's who you are and is and how you got's to get or something like that , which may be closer to infinity and I'm infinity if you can believe that because I'm swelling and racing and running runrunrunrunning and pacing back and forth and to and from and damn-it I am lightening strikes in your backyard that rob you of your pastoral scenes of youth get it got it damn-it get it fool.
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  • theVerbToTrusttheVerbToTrust Posts: 33
    yerp
    i wish i was the verb "to trust" and never let you down

    tremorvoid - "id rather you smashed your member into me instead"
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's all up in the house like paint
    wheelchair light
    assisted sheets
    paint
    trip
    fall
    understanding all
    floats silently
    away
    away and toward
    while we sleep on
    smells atop sheets that we wont wash
    because scent comforts primitive
    scent proves someone loves me
    and i might add that
    while i hide
    sometimes in closets
    sometimes uncertain kingdom comes
    kingdom comes anyway

    and we arrive at slightly different moments under microscopes built by Forever
    still
    at exactly
    and precisely
    the same place
    the same space on a checker board where we are kinged or
    we are conquered
    black or red
    understanding all floats away and toward

    we come
    kinged
  • Ok2GoOk2Go Posts: 102


    awww, snuggly fresh the smellEfeeling of poetic baby powder on our breasts.....
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

    Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    sifted sweet mist powders sugar over engravers mt seattle
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