easy to predict
like animals responding
sing song light my bong

Did Darth just pass gas?
Putting it in a sealed jar
Save it for later

Did Janis pass on?
If so, may she rest in peace.
If not, never mind.

Testicular zits.
They are itchy and painful.
Like reading this site.

yes i have a thing
for Poison Ivy, the girl
from Batman with a

symbol for ladies
who like other ladies oh
harley quinn!!! shameless

oh betwixt here and
there somehow they just keep
coming, net kudzu

"hi so sorry to be happy so happy to be sorry i am happy that i am sorry for being happy"

Hi jains, thanks for your site: ) Sure great webpage for friends communication, have you forgot me, Emily, welcome to our homepage again:) Don't worry, this is not spam :)

do i need to sit
down and watch hollyweird crap
mars needs women not

mars needs robocop.
will i quote obscure movies
is obscure ideal?

do you want to kill
this place? too much has died and
too much forgotten

it's like dealing with
the guy who can't sit still in
class and he ends up

in the principals.
can't sit still, throws paper planes
ends up in juve.

How much wood would a
woodchuck chuck if woochucks chuck
If woodchucks could chuck wood?

We need explosions.
Laser beams and naked girls.
3D blood and gor.

Free beer would work well.
Free anything would be fine.
Free Charles Manson!

Your lines are mundane.
I see old Japanese ghosts.
They roll in their graves.

"Shove your enjambment
up your fat fucking asshole!"
said the Australian.

and lisa simpson
said to the gay crowd "we are used
to you" vacuum now

I banged a sea worm.
This will be my second time.
It's safer than whores.

Sea worms don't have AIDS.
And they're quite slimy inside.
Better than Fleshlight.

living in a small
town where there's still a bit less
internet, old stuff

still kicks around but
i feel like these things should not
go away completely

kid gets sick at work
stays for two hours next time
orange juice...go home

if these silicon
valley geeks invent robots
to do haiku will

i be out of a job?

holiday potluck
almost everything sounds good
but Harry

mom's famous chili
pleasant smells waft through kitchen
my butt hair in flames

battle of sexes
man claims strength, woman claims brains
dumb one sleeps on couch

holiday potluck
almost everything sounds good
but Harry

then we can make bots
robot women but robot
men would be jealous

wait, they're robots...

Surrounded by whores.
We're talking hottie bar girls.
Half of them have AIDS.

This is God's humor.
Gorgeous girls with STDs.
Someone find a cure!

They could not define me
I could not define myself
Who could tell who I was?
by Jordan

i hope this place has
folks show up and post haiku
some time from hereon

well we are kinda
cartoon characters except
we die if a safe

falls on us but you
know, Second Life idealized
selves, real self, gaming

communication
without representation
needs animation

that's very true but
you know, i think in this world
we need these places

to remind others
how the Net once was and how
i think it could be

If you two would quit
This place would finally die
Except for spammers

but there it is a
bit of overdose on what
apathy, it was

variety once, we
gotta clean up then we can
party hardy boy...

it's too easy to
give up and join the dance i
am designed to fight

i go to work, i
see people come and go and
each day is this well

episode, that just
becomes the next "chapter" in
my past, just a click

some people have their cats
dying and it's all they have
and that last bit of

love goes away and
where are those people when that
loved animal dies?

Holy fucking shit.
No way I'll read all of that.
I do it for fun.

Simpletons and whores.
They're out there enjoying life.
And look what we do.

What a sad, sad state,
my brother in misery.
Throw away your pen.

Liberate yourself.
Wallow in the mud and sing,
drink and fornicate!

what the hell was i
thinking letting all this just
get to me, poems

just poems...

what will you do in
the belly of the Beast for three
days and nights, digest?

or reflect?

i will stuff you in
my mouth and swallow you
shall i be the whale

or shall i be
Behemoth typing away
The Goetia

i get bored of this
and wish i could forget it
eventually i will

what about you, why
have you posted here all these
years, no one listening

just a lot of spam
no other voices to answer you
just a pic paste

by the way, bukowski,
read Factotum

it wasn't easy
to lose someone pretty close
but you'd say it was

dumb to post it here
and it is natural for strangers
on chats to be just

cold looking for a
reaction i guess you
guys really don't value

life at all...seriously

there...I've done it, now
i doubt it will do any
good at all but i

asked a christian site
to pray for this website, i guess
I was really upset

i wonder what will
happen if i ask for prayer for
this place and ask for

things to be cast out?
there's a lot of hatred in me
too, this is not good

i do not like to
answer you, i want to move on
but my anger to just

see provocations i
should just ignore, maybe i think
i will say something

and i will hear nothing

Bukowski of course smiles
for writing was a sickness for
him, he could give two

shits about here, he was
just on his lonesome till some
guy noticed his life

it feeds itself, like
the election cycle, the
drama of net jams

it's the same thing, a
performance of pestilence
and survival games

you are no John Galt
and you are no Hank Rearden
it is the style...let's

face it, writers are
often assholes, self absorbed
they do us a favor

when they make the choice
Hunter or Hemmingway did
although their deaths were

tragedies, i don't think
ego trips on bboards are
worth regarding as

lives worthy of regard

the nerds who make a
god damned talumudic discussion
about Batman and Superman

fighting in a movie
shit that might be cool but i
guarantee you will be there

and the rules, the rules
the nerds and their little nerd
fest, their Ain't it cool

news, their I am
angry at the director that
i am 400 pounds

naked, eating cheetos
(ron white) and not quite haiku
still going. who's next

i wonder if we
can write death poems fighting
with words of black soul

perhaps alister
crowley needs to be dug up and
the Great Whore needs

to ride you one more time