Racoon Posted February 12, 2006 Report Posted February 12, 2006 Good poem Infy..:) It must be tax season :hihi: We work hard from January to AprilTo give the government our Syrup Maple ;) But we get Fire, Police, Roads, and schools,So i guess everythings cool... :) Quote
armofreek Posted February 12, 2006 Report Posted February 12, 2006 smilesfrom pilescollectedon dung/. Quote
Tarantism Posted February 12, 2006 Report Posted February 12, 2006 i see you siwe-ah all can bebut only eefwe re(ailty)lly want to be Quote
Loricybin Posted February 12, 2006 Report Posted February 12, 2006 true to itselffountain of wealthwatching in deep tranceas the ceiling's legs dance Quote
Tarantism Posted February 12, 2006 Report Posted February 12, 2006 buring from elbow to elbowthen arrows fly true as eyeand then resume to bephARMACY. Quote
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 Next time i wakei'll be in another bed time story.where i'll never have to wakeand worry. As a eunuch,One will never fly.As a human,We'll always wish when we've always done. Before identityI saw aliensand tornadosin the hall. Quote
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 basically all i'm trying to say isthose memories of yours,of mineI can't tell if it was a dream or not. But what i'm really trying to say is i'm so tired.Imagine waking up and doing cocaine all dayIf you can prentend that that skinny girl's eye's on youand your briefcase tesselation. Quote
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 I can say whatever i want.This was always going to happen.No free will.The fact that millions wear necklaces with pendants of nailed deathJESUS IS THE FIFTH LINE OF THIS QUATRAINDISGUST IS THE SIXTH Quote
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 it seems as if he's lost his mind soon enough, he'll stumble across- Not Findthat it's not that it's forsaken, hitch-hiking; plaid stuff on a stick.He just never really knew where it Happens in the first place. Where'sthemind reside? Skin, enclosing.but Detecting so Auratically- Four of our senses at homeNear our brain. Yes, the skin's close toobut Where's my mind Now? Quote
Tarantism Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 my 50 unwashed R'sare thrown into a sea of molar weedsto gyrate uncontrollablyuntil they get eaten by YERMAFAUG Quote
Pyrotex Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 Tarantism, my good friend,Your poems betray emotions strong.Perhaps you better settle downAnd try a little of the... BONG!!!! Quote
Racoon Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 Did I just hear Pyro say Bong?A little old to be singing that song. :) But hey,... why not?Just so long as we don't get caught. :hihi: Quote
Racoon Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 BluesMan...Fire up that Bong! "Nice Dreams" like Cheech and Chong :hihi: Let the music of your soul be expressed,Hopefully then you can get a good rest! :) Quote
Pyrotex Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 I never have! I'll never try!I'll deny it to the day I die!I don't do nothing that might cause strife.Anything I DID -- it was in another life. :hihi: Quote
Tarantism Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 i will take creditfor bong rips galorecome, let me show you around,im sure we can find more! Quote
Pyrotex Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 I think it was a Greek philosopher,Though that subject I never mastered,Who said, "Ya see these bongs??Euripedes, and you'll get plastered." :hihi: Quote
Loricybin Posted February 13, 2006 Report Posted February 13, 2006 but oncei masterthe walkingstick Quote
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