Rat Soup and Ringed.

She creeks. And into the mirror she looks.
She speaks. Her mind, but in ringed notebooks.
The satisfaction from ripping a page,
of paper with lines is a moderate stage.
Of her life.

A shift. From the tree to the vee of her neck.
A drift. Into thought of her nipple she gives herself heck.
She's smacking her dignity right in the face,
and sighs as her shirt is a welcoming place.
Where she holds.

The whore. In a bubble of selfish crusades.
The sore. Her truthless and beastly charades.
And the blood on her fingers is cracking away,
she's intending the only thing running to stay.
And it walks.

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Like a slug. A slug in a shell.
Snail, unable to free and it dare'nt.
Suckling on ten breaths of life,
carries the words, unsubmittive to strife.
Fucking snail.

Like a rat. Lacking the wit of a tail.
Rat, no direction to go, but scrounge.
Curled up in a soupcan, and cut on the edge,
it's raring to go, but unlearned to fledge.
Soup. Can.

Like the slug. And the rat.
Clinging to soupcans of various size.
The rat is slow, the snail, it flies.
Maybe the slug got faster.
Maybe I'm full of lies.
But that fucking rat in a soupcan.
No one heard it's cries.

 

what a queer life i lead.

 

HIJACKING!!!!---

Like A Duck by David Fischer
Copyright (C) 1999 David Fischer


If it walks like a duck,
Talks like a duck,
Burns bridges like a duck,
Launches polar expeditions like a duck,
Hunts lion like a duck,
Prepares SEM samples like a duck,
And eats its young like a duck,
Then I guess it's a fucking duck!

 

i'm a very perverse person, trevor.

 

*orgasm*

I love this a million times over. I want to read it fast.. and then slow... it makes sense, but can't be sensibley described. Ahaha... I love you, Meg.

And don't worry... your perversity is brilliant.

 

muahhaha. thank ye katie. you are personally my better than dylan/queen of dirt and goddess of filth

 

let's be sisters.

 

deal

 

can i be your younger brother...im lonley tonight

 

ok but stay out of our room. we're gonna have a pillow fight and a poetry reading. i'm gonna play one guitar chord for every pause in between.

 

id rather eat the shit uot of rubin studderd's ass then hear any of those agein!!!!
those were trulely awful!

and heres why:

lyrics are all about the way you sing (or say) them.
theres somthing crushal missing when your reading them online!

 

yes sir...i mean ma'am... ....

 

i love you.

 

i absolutely love you.

 

cram it jusus freak!!!

 

burbie doesn't love jusus. he loves god.

 

Wow... still the same old asshat, I see.

 

tsk tsk george..let him be. to quote pavel "don't point at a fool,for the fool points to himself."

 

nah, jimmy goes back to old times back on the old forums... I just want to address how long I've had to read his shite.

 

well its a good quote anyways.