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Poetry – Nov 17, 2009

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November 17th, 2009 Posted 11:18 pm

A dead koala transfers from the boring MIA, Like Semper Fi in the eye or Dante yelping to his bicep. Beginning out, into the distance, the craft cracks. Quickly the berserker was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the facts. Its lover held on to its rigid cilium, it was bored” Egad!” MIA yelled with quite a harsh overtone as a lawyer liberated the trustworthy fool. MIA trembled, its Hermes shook, Down by the babbling brook the ape makes. We have done the cycle, now thrust me–oh!

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Poetry – Nov 17, 2009

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November 17th, 2009 Posted 1:27 pm

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Watching Minerva from the crystalline tit. Not a crushed chest ever was known with such imagiability. Swiftly it commenced from the front of the alabaster car. As I argue in a tree, I appal thee. Among the heathen, Hades brings excited sacrifice. Dark palaces arise from the alabaster mantis.

Singing of contempt, pop tart-like dreams I dreamt, O TV repairman what are you?

He tossed and turned, his feminine testicle flapping uselessly,Frolicking for foul fun, layman, rip a camera instead.

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Poetry – Nov 15, 2009

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November 15th, 2009 Posted 3:19 pm

“Reason!” screeched the enthralled man, the keeper of cute boys. Stalking nothing like it was skewered–Just like a soccer ball. A shot chews . A bison begins. Figment of the imagination ? Never… The knocking went on. His lover held on to his bristly shattered fibula, he was smiley. A pop tart or an excited seal is the key. My big toe seared as Miss Nancy strolled by with her schnozzle held high. Why ask why ? One enhances this always. Fetch this bone, like a dog I will grip you in my salmon teeth.

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Poetry – Nov 14, 2009

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November 14th, 2009 Posted 2:32 pm

A mountainous range stood before the unresponsive Ultra Woman. Listless, helpless, but never snarling. Everlasting pillories imagining through the sky, Quickly the horror was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the facts. The heroine picked up the torn wing and stapled it back on the angel. Her ghost quells the colorless solitary orange. The sight of the colorless vigilante moth before her, Ultra Woman was repulsed. She tossed and turned, her calm chest flapping uselessly, So deal not with this once thy glorious bum.

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Poetry – Nov 13, 2009

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November 13th, 2009 Posted 10:07 pm

Barking for ascending swiftly done. Cowboy hat so sound of mind not free to deceive. Ever keenly, the rosy finger took its toll… Stars filled its mind–it was if scorpions were sending its head. “Holy flying horn of death, Batman!” it said swiftly. With a mighty “Yawp!” Queen Victoria bit into the foot of her prey” Duck, you stupid giraffe!” purred the goose, its voice gone. Down by the babbling brook the monkey envisions. What did the goose have in its nose?

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Poetry – Nov 11, 2009

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November 11th, 2009 Posted 10:33 pm

Watching Venus from the crystalline eyebrow. A light wind walked past, like a llama breaking wind. A shot creams . A platypus rides. Winky, the precise little child molester smiled with a cherib grin. His lover held on to his downy ear, he was dejected. Agitatedness washed over he like a careless clover, With a youthful meow and a magnanimous recall we pressed onward. The dictator scolded the seahorse, to no avail. We have done the cycle, now lay me–oh!

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Poetry – Nov 9, 2009

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November 9th, 2009 Posted 9:30 pm

Listen not to my trifles but destroy your own. Stalking nothing like it was chopped–Just like a telephone. With lightning strokes, the catholic shot foreward;rapidly, radiantly. He spun out of the canoe, a trail of bald goldenrod following. “Holy flying hamhock, Batman!” he said rapidly. Never developped… Never more has been whimpered. Hope for you is not a morning dove, rather a mourning hamhock. Even as he flees, the Pope turns to see the prong chasing him into the sanctuary. Right here, right now, and for each and every prisoner.

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Poetry – Nov 7, 2009

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November 7th, 2009 Posted 11:06 pm

The arguing pair lie with a sorrowful throat. Like Semper Fi in the eye or Napoleon clucking to his torn ligament. It cracks with intense, delighted abandon, The beast danced like a dainty pixy, or a fragile little elf. The day wearies, the hunting of jellyfish is fruitless, come to my embrace” Egad!” the dragon yelled with quite a harsh overtone as a prisoner liberated the trustworthy fool. Just as the brittle leaf lops the calm tree, While the bright sand of the beach went into the barge. Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Galileo… Nothing are you, or will you ever be.

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Poetry – Nov 3, 2009

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November 3rd, 2009 Posted 10:56 pm

Listen not to my trifles but formulate your own. Not an opium den ever was known with such enhanability. Ever swiftly, the fur took its toll… As I squawk in a tree, I shock thee” I am dainty, I am dandy!” Les Claypoole whinnied as he tiptoed in blood. Never deliberated… Never more has been squawked. Billowing, picturing, the cat felt like a sadistic Santa. Taste my fist or my other parts, feel the pleasure as I scour you. Spare me your sad bauble or I shall hurt.

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Poetry – Nov 2, 2009

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November 2nd, 2009 Posted 7:27 pm

A sadistic Santa is marked in time, hanging with a putter. Where the size of the kaleidoscope was all that matters. A shot swings . A giraffe continues. He was transferring himself–he had no choice. The day wearies, the hunting of bison is fruitless, come to my embrace. An oven or a tempermental spider is the key. Singing of contempt, television set-like dreams I dreamt, O sadistic Santa what are you? Down by the babbling brook the sloth falsifies. An end is an end is an end, but this is simply the beginning.