a poet moment....

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a poet moment....

Post by The Cove » Fri Aug 26, 2011 5:37 pm

Hasty are these things - these pools of you, these dribbles drasheant of me. I see grass green and slick as a slide - with screams and water till the rule ruins the day. I masterbate too much but my dick is so fucking beautiful it is hard not to - a masterpiece of fuck-duggery. Huh? Hoo? Hmm and take that and put it down next to that empty box of rum. Standing on a olde piece of pier wood - tar and worn knot work salt smoothed and light pale. The tide slithers in among the pickle grass and fox tails - turning mud to pool and pier wood to boat - and we float - till the turning of the day. He, he, he and a pickle for that ho.

Ye all disown me, don know me, break the broke of me and tattle the tale of ye - but thar ain't a word smith that be me - ain't a tale that can mirror me mirror on the crinkle of a blind eye because of the cause of me. Shit... hmmm... three m hm... and shat again. Blood of the dog - or how the fuck does that go? Pop, crack, shisp - ah yes - shisp is the sound of this hair, this dog - on a saturday morn. This is what becomes of the Master of te Troll. Ye deem to like me, to be putting me among the marrow, but I have chewed indian bubble gum - and watched sound sleep on a terrace of perfect geometry somewhere in a temple, in China, when I was nine, when I was nine. Shisp. A false shisp that one...

Slick as a side of mayo in this triumphiant tale of telling two's. Now it begins to dawn on you the creature of Boom before you. Now the favourite vein in your hand pulses as you key strike the command. This Ain't News - this ain't the term's of your blues. But, by God, this will serve the cole slaw of bitter mews. Now I am by the Sea and my hand rest's on drift wood that has a iron screw thru it. The hole is much larger now, the hole of the screw, the water, the moving water has made it so... Anal porn. God's I damn my mind. Fuck freud, that fucking bastard - no capital letter for his fucking name.

Jung is de shat. lol... Oh... Good God - hair of the dog be not hairy enough - a moment... Now O' now in the rhyme of the Pow kung - think of hot chicken - wow. No wrong ye good glimmer - these words be not that neither from te ether of weather wilde and willed. A masterwork of import and report be this tackled attack; this gleaming wit of white digital engage. Aposterphe, apostorphe, a paste hasty. lol... lol... Fuck - coughing and laughing now - more beer - need moor be here. I do hope ye all enjoy this - I do try - and truly - I rarely write anywhere else anymore. Ye all are too cool - I must respect that.

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Post by Clemsy » Fri Aug 26, 2011 7:25 pm

First, the duplicate of this thread has been deleted.

Second, the thread titled 'to be deleted' was also deleted.

Third, this thread belongs in Mythos for the Creative Community and is being moved there.

Fourth, further guideline violations, such as that within the 'to be deleted' thread will result in a 30 day ban from this website

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Post by The Cove » Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:06 pm

Well - I have made you a little busy? For good cause., in the end. I am happy. Thank you for not destroying my confidence in this site. It would of been a hard blow for me and many
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