Huh
Not believing in anything I just sit,
listening to my breathing
After thirty years
It still goes in and out.
Albert Coelho
Addendum
Huuuuhhhh!
Reading the mornin paper while I sit,
Flashes in the mind of one dim twisted wit
Thirty years and still
What goes in as food comes out as shit
Two Penny
H(M)uah!!
and in a voice that sounded faraway and strange she asked
oh shitting stranger,
how many miles more to Utopia?
Utopia is this land of dreams i hear
oh stop reading the paper dear
how many more miles to Utopia?
nonick
ps: love u too
12 comments:
Nice :)
i sit as i always do
swatting on my hunches
crinkled face between my knees
watching waiting for wandering souls
who stumble by my path
and then she comes a floating by
her eyes are dazed, yet crystal clear
there are flowers in her hair
and her fingers clutched
a bundle full of dreams
:)
albert didn't say that.
couldn't resist.
nonick
Nonick, I've never told you that I love you :) *muah* I'm not gonna tell you that today either... *muah*
Huuuhhhh!!!
Reading the mornin paper while I sit,
Flashes in the mind of one dim twisted wit
Thirty years and still
What goes in as food comes out as shit
Thus Farted Penny
and in a voice that sounded faraway and strange she asked
oh shitting stranger,
how many miles more to Utopia?
Utopia is this land of dreams i hear
oh stop reading the paper dear
how many more miles to Utopia?
nonick
ps: love u too
Its amusing when I cant match the talent of people who comment on my blog.
Penny that was hilarioust stuff. Still laughing.
all u guys, why dont u take part in caferati's sms poetry contest?
See details here.
TF, poetry? yetch... ugh... I dont do that. I just rhyme for no reason :)))))
Nonick ;) lol, I just winked at you... lol... :)))))
Smiles, your new favorite website - http://www.meish.org/vd/. For the next couple of weeks at least... lol... I said couple. I meant 'two or more' :))))))
2 penny:thght this would be a marathon but somebody chickened out.
:)
nonick
Whn the moon turns on
Pls call me
Fairy
Penny: I loved the website. Its going to come in handy pretty soon.
nonick: Much better, tell him you want to marry him. He will disappear.
One last bastion, one last seat of power
I'm the master of this vitreous tower
that voice between them cramps
that speaks Of Utopia, of utopia!
of utopia?
Twenty six years, eleven months and twenty days
I still dont understand one word she says
I'm the hidden lizard, I'm the crouching cat
now i know your heart desire
its freedom from constipation sire!
no mornin paper
no heartfelt rhyme
will cure yonder there
nonick
LOL...that was awesome nonick
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