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God. What art. What poetry. What finesse. You are truly a Goddess my pet.
Dancing in the nood
The sky a peachy colour of pink
Yes. thats right. PINK.
No more black, I converted you to light
Every night we bake in the kitchen,
Yet we never get it right
Photo shoots dressed like a slut,
You telling me to squeze my butt
"NOT WITH YOUR HANDS" you yell
What's that smell?
Cotton candy and so pink
Man, we are so dum we hardly think
You love to chase my turkey around
Then u make that funny sound
Baff is gross and has a treasure trail
Remember that time that the sky started to hail?
The green van was wrecked,
And my munga was vexed
The ground was white
In the middle of summer
I really wish I had a hummer
Your trampoline is a good source of fun
We jump, bounce
And in that comical manner we run
In the winter we made a fort
We killed their trees
A.Nadia laffs and sometimes snorts
When there is dust, your cat has to sneeze
Our conversations are impeccably gay
We are pervs & drool over who we want to lay
Mmmmm foxxxxyyyy
We were once obsessed with Roxy
Then ***** bought a shirt
And Roxy was as good as dirt
All of your friends are somehow homos
Old men have larry comb-ovahs
One day we will be cool
We will have hot lovers and maybe a pool
Our parents are retarded
Fighting with them makes me lethargic
We used to tell Erin you were an African actor
You had a fake arm and it was scary
Wax will make my arms non- hairy
I have incriminating photos of us
"bus.bus. bus-a-lus."
Boviously Lubious
And gaynussossity too,
I know you are down and feelin rather blue
But not really blue, that colour is pretty
There is something wrong,
And it is quite shitty
What I say is "not my cup of tea"
Sexy twins make me have to pee
But they cannot make u better
So that is why I wrote this letter
You may think that nobody cares
But u are the one who I have these memories to share
They are pointless and dum,
yes i am aware
But you are like…
my emotional teddy bear
I love how you are so weird and psycho
Silly skinny girl,
you will never need lipo
Your brothers are gay,
in the baff-kinda way
They never seem to learn,
and always get cut slack
meanwhile ur the good one,
stuck in the back
Be sad and angry and pissed off to your hearts content,
If you really can't take it we will move to Cali
And buy a house,
Or maybe we will rent.
Even if you do not know what it is
Remember that i am here
and my love is the shizz
You are ming.
and ming am yours.
together, we make fabulous whores.
-wee
hhhokay. - Monday, May. 03, 2004 - 7:50 a.m.
back to the meaningless... - Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 10:28 a.m.
YAAAY! - Tuesday, Apr. 27, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.
NOH! - Monday, Apr. 26, 2004 - 11:03 p.m.
hallucinogenic - Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 - 12:56 a.m.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call up the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."
Next Thanksgiving, here is a fun trick to play: When the mashed potatoes and turkey are being served, take some of both. But hide your turkey under your mashed potatoes. When your family asks "Don't you want some turkey?," pull the turkey out from under the mashed potatoes and yell "I tricked you!!"
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Probably the worst thing about having King Kong go rampid in your town would be the huge, monster genitalia.
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
If when you die you get a choice between pie heaven and regular heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick but if not mmmboy