Daddy Bear Posted September 2, 2007 Share Posted September 2, 2007 suicide match touches flammable sorrow vomit tonight, back to feeling tomorrow strain at the drain, but the pain will remain and the more you fill up, boy, the more you'll be hollow she just walked by you missed her and she was looking fine ha ha ha don't buy a bicycle - you could fall down don't ever laugh - your teeth might show and God forbid God forbid you would be caught venturing thumbtacks are everywhere - don't take a step dancing? might break a leg eating? so many germs cruising? no - potholes, potholes loving? you must be joking! someone could get hurt! life creates questions create superstitions funny how failure can be an ambition head under bed where the dread stains you red 'cause you're bleeding from scabs on your fragile partition she just walked by again Link to comment
renaissancewoman101 Posted September 2, 2007 Share Posted September 2, 2007 Nice poem. Fits my mood for the night. Link to comment
CynicalGuitarist Posted September 2, 2007 Share Posted September 2, 2007 It's funny... the world's supposedly gonna end on my 25th birthday. Link to comment
comfyshoes Posted September 2, 2007 Share Posted September 2, 2007 have i ever told you that i love your mind? how i love the way it makes mine work? i aspire to have my brain vomit in such a way. your chunks speak to me in a language unspoken. Blokey, i think i may love you! Link to comment
Daddy Bear Posted September 2, 2007 Author Share Posted September 2, 2007 *eyes shoesies's avatar* I can read, you know. You're really saying that you hope something eats me. Well, I hope something eats you, too. *lumbers away dejectedly, panties abunch* Link to comment
Cimmie Posted September 2, 2007 Share Posted September 2, 2007 It makes me want to cry. Link to comment
comfyshoes Posted September 2, 2007 Share Posted September 2, 2007 unbunch those panties Mr Blokey. you know my mind better than i do sometimes! Link to comment
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