When Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 ive heard things slurred truth everything sounds much truer much more lovely through a cloud of barley and hopps i partake to find out more i spill my truth just as you have spilled your knowledge half the bottle gone and yet its only just begun if only this bottle would last forever or so i would wish the things i am hearing are bliss to my ears its been so long since hearing these things last that the most beautiful thing i have seen could feel the same... or is that just my dream? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vinyl junkie Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 i do a zine... i got lots of this stuff... -------------------------------------------------------- i realized tonite that rooms with lots of windows bum me out at nite... for the most part, i like being outside at nite, but the whole point of going inside is to be able to escape the outside. but windows allow the outside to invade in... turning on the lights just pushes the darkness back a few feet, and makes it all the more black and solid. --------------------------------------------------------- sweet mimosa smile perpetually wasted alcoholic breath i get drunk off of your presence sweet mimosa style sweetest ever tasted alcoholic stretch intoxicating essence i fuck your thoughts you fuck mine no need for us alone we’re fine ---------------------------------------------------- my blood is a narcotic you lick my wounds, and fuck yourself mutual masturbation you think my blood is hot i spray my cum across your tits your fist across my chin bound and gagged as you choke on sweat sex passes by time lapsed we wear each bruise with a private smile each scab with the shiver of climax every scar with a memory of how the best love is pain beaten, into submission how quick the roles reverse you lay bloody and broken then back to life you pounce swollen lips and a bloodshot eye we could be the same (^^^this isn't nearly done...) ---------------------------------------------- good stuff when... i'm gonna put up more later... about time there was a thread like this... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
When Posted April 21, 2002 Author Share Posted April 21, 2002 Originally posted by vinyl junkie (^^^this isn't nearly done...) is the broken record player gonna be included? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
When Posted April 21, 2002 Author Share Posted April 21, 2002 the day rolled around we made plans, they fell through i didnt care we felt the same way not like the others connection i got you lost but not for good you got scared i held your hand the whole way through i lost touch havent seen you since i wish i could that night shouldnt have ended out on the end staring into darkness with your warmth we connected we were one we were one against the darkness we were one holding tightly if i only saw you again i would never let you go you broke the curse... i love you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vinyl junkie Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 Originally posted by vinyl junkie you asked for it... before i start, please note that any action i describe was asked for, and very welcomed... here goes... so i'm doing my ex from behind, and slapping her ass repeatedly (i have a very good picture i'll try to post soon...) if i hit her hard enough she would start to get a little woozy (she blacked out a few times...) and i was hitting her hard, and several times... so she's a little out of it, and her ass and lower legs are sore and going numb... suddenly she pulls off me, turns around on her knees and tells me to hit her... so, i pull back, make a fist, and... as i swing towards her face, she's wobbleing, and through her own wobbles, her numb ass and legs, and me shifting the mattress through swinging, i don't connect and she tumbles backwards... she hit her head on the bedframe, blacks out, and practically skewers her leg on the post of my record player (it would hold multiple records, so the post is about 4 inches long...) the record player tumbles down, snaps off the needle arm, bends the post, and makes the platter turn on an angle... she ended up with a concussion and a nasty little puncture wound on the front of her leg... and that's how i lost my record player through a night of rough sex... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vinyl junkie Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 one more before my computer battery craps out... hey, girl, come sit in the car with me and smoke your voice away. maybe sleep for a minute. look at the lights. put our arms around each other. come upstairs with me. put the cd player on shuffle and fall asleep. get up when the car horns wake us up. don’t bother with a shower, just get in the car with me and drive. nowhere in particular. it’s really easy, you just pick a direction and step on the gas. go somewhere we’ve never been before, even if it just means going to a different 7-11 for a different soda and a different pack of cigarettes. find a place to park, to read, to write, to listen. check this off the list of places you’ve never been. now, get back in the car, we’re headin for the freeway. you know how you’ve always wondered what’s on the other side of that wall on 101... we’re gonna find out, you and me. now we know. come back home with me and sleep through the afternoon. wake up and it’s dark outside, everyone’s asleep, and there’s no cars going by on the street. hey, girl, come sit in the car with me and smoke your voice away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
When Posted April 21, 2002 Author Share Posted April 21, 2002 yes indeedy damn im gonna go have a cigarette now i came up on a tin of camel dark mints from some shithead at the hooka bar tonite Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest unoprimero Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 in my assignment book, there's a bunch of little bullshit bored writings, dont even get me started on that shizzle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harpo Marx Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 the thinker has stopped thinking lashing out at the wreched sky burn it into a sun singed the earth closed on a tattered sea of grins none of the lines have anything to do with the others. oh well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ledzep Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 ---------------- i am your world i have never seen what is behind my forward yes i am the most useless creature if only i had a pencil hello princess ---------------- is this your forehead? --------------- would you burn money? what if you manipulated children to become whores and crackheads if you were sent to fed somolians a firecracker in your nose isnt so bad maybe that way you could eat a kick in the face what if you were a god? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Pilau Hands Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 fondness for faraway places with strange sounding names http://www.freephoto-i.net/users/Pilau%20Hands/lttlebook.jpg'> that's the little book. sometimes i have too many thoughts that i can't hear one clearly, or if i can, i can't remember all of them later. someone suggested i get a tiny book and write lots of things down. there are no real coherent sentences, just ideas i have for things, tiny sketches example of things written down: vanilla corn! you should paint a fresco chuck close she sees mygood deeds, and she kisses me windy bowtie spy camera head at your feet, fool to your crown, fist on my plate, swallowed it down... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kr430n5_666 Posted April 21, 2002 Share Posted April 21, 2002 http://www.netgoth.org.uk/people/5756.jpg'> "ehhhhh" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iris Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 vanilla corn sounds yummy. i hate poetry otherwise. i keep a list of movies i need to rent Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest MR BOJANGLES Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 names of people i want to kill. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iris Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 Originally posted by MR BOJANGLES names of people i want to kill. quit posting after me..... stalker......... xoxo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Mang Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 I LIKE TO WRITE MY POEM IT IS SO DEEP LIKE TORI AMOS dead baby grind your bones for gravy serve it to the navy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest MR BOJANGLES Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 Originally posted by Iris quit posting after me..... stalker......... xoxo dont make me slam you! http://www.seanbaby.com/nes/images/pwabback.gif'> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. Dazzle Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 There once was a woman from China....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Pilau Hands Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 http://www.seanbaby.com/nes/images/gpanther.gif'> hahahahaha best wrestling game ever! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iris Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 Originally posted by MR BOJANGLES dont make me slam you! http://www.seanbaby.com/nes/images/pwabback.gif'> i will cut off your nipples pink floyd style Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kr430n5_666 Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 http://www.netgoth.org.uk/people/gothtroopers/361-ts-1002647187660.gif'> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
When Posted April 22, 2002 Author Share Posted April 22, 2002 ehh why not... you are mysterious why i do not know you lay it all out but no one sees except me i see your beauty, your mind ive thought what you think and what you have thought i understand i havent a chance in the world but maybe its better that way too much of a good thing always turns out bad if only you were mysterious to me i could be like all the rest wide eyed and wondering why... why they cannot stop thinking about you ive figured you out which i find to be the most beautiful thing of all if only they could see Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest i create destruction Posted April 22, 2002 Share Posted April 22, 2002 selling my soul (which may or may not exist) for full market value sitting with my back to the window i watch the real world on television and begin to feast voraciously on the children that i may forever be on the cutting edge of fashion. hilfigger, it seems, is so last year. p diddy sells designer denim freshness which would be over priced, but the satisfaction of rocking a dope rapper's name on my ass, chest, neck, and forehead becomes the blinding light at the end of the tunnel that i slave in, day in, day out, for seven dollars an hour. seven dollars and hour for eight hours a day. fifty-six dollars a day for five days a week. 280 dollars a week for fifty-two weeks a year. 14,560 dollars a year for forty-five years.655,200 dollars for my life. 655,200 dollars for my mind, which i seem to have misplaced. 655,200 dollars for my soul, which may or may not exist. 655,200 dollars for my body of water. of course, i plan on being baptized in the company fountain of productivity and one day floating through the pearly gates of upper management. i will drown my own children in public education as an offering to the corporate gods whose gospel is written in the textbooks and brand loyalty on the hides of third world livestock. i'll salute the stars and bars and support the execution of the minorities locked behind them. i don't know if this is poetry or not. i just write because i'm ugly and girls don't like me. it's not finished. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
When Posted April 23, 2002 Author Share Posted April 23, 2002 Originally posted by i create destruction i don't know if this is poetry or not. i just write because i'm ugly and girls don't like me. it's not finished. right on, it doesnt matter if its poetry or not, just post whatca got Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
test pattern Posted April 27, 2002 Share Posted April 27, 2002 Originally posted by Mr. Mang I LIKE TO WRITE MY POEM IT IS SO DEEP LIKE TORI AMOS BAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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