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Post by strat-0 on Oct 19, 2006 19:25:30 GMT -5
Agatha Morley, all her life
Grumbled at dust - like a good wife
Dust on a table, dust on a chair
Dust on the mantel, she couldn't bear
She forgave faults in man and child
But a dusty shelf would set her wild
She bore with sin without protest
But dust thoughts preyed upon her rest
Agatha Morley is sleeping sound
Six feet under the mouldy ground
Six feet under the ground she lies
With dust at her feet and dust in her eyes
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 19, 2006 21:29:31 GMT -5
hm. that's not yours is it?
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Post by strat-0 on Oct 20, 2006 11:19:24 GMT -5
Nope. One I remember from childhood Halloweens.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 20, 2006 14:13:02 GMT -5
it's pretty cool with the imagery. normally poems that rhyme at the end of every line seriously bug me. but with the dust imagery, 'tis pretty cool.
I am fully dosed up on lorazepam, floating through my last day at work until the monday after next... gearing up for a party weekend since i won't be working on monday.... yes. it is a good day. i can't figure out why i'm having a bit of a panic attack even sedated on ativan. but it's been pretty bad lately. i blame it all on you guys. and the I.T. guy. he gets blamed for everything. damn dude, it feels like i've had seven mountain dews, i'm all twitchy and sweaty and gaggy. weeeeeird.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 20, 2006 14:18:09 GMT -5
i have beavis brain! I'M-A GO CORNHOLIO ON Y'ALLS AYUSS!!! T.P.!! T.P. FOR MY BUNGHOLE!!
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 22, 2006 2:59:23 GMT -5
HEY MOTHERFUCKERS! i JUST REALIZED IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. hhappy tbirthday to me. and to jllm. i am off to do silly things .. pppthhhhhhhhhhh.
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Post by phil on Oct 22, 2006 9:10:17 GMT -5
Have fun ... Go crazy !!
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Post by rockkid on Oct 22, 2006 11:08:11 GMT -5
Go shortie it's your birthday
But seriously, Happy B Day.
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Post by rockkid on Oct 22, 2006 11:25:18 GMT -5
Mirror BackwardsSo many good memories I should have
You wiped them out with one act
So many things you did I should be thankful for
You made sure I’d forget
Give you thanks a fuck of a lot instead
Replaced with imaginary gore
Nightmares while awake
Got easy for you I guess
It won’t ever for me
My mind says perhaps you were in pain I can’t imagine
My heart says WTF?
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Post by wayved on Oct 28, 2006 1:32:35 GMT -5
I love Halloween.
walking down the street minding my own
approached by a dead woman spoke in baritone
"you'll be dead by sun up
if you dont get your brain to shut the f*&k up"
so i walked down the street and it was cold
but I didnt want no feelings cos it was a thought
and that crazy ass lady was gonna take my soul.....
i felt OK til I started to get scared
three people in the graveyard in their underwear
this aint a john holmes flick im talking about
i tied my shoes and got the hell out
bonnie prince billy was right there
bearded motherfucker gave me a scare
he said "you got some cum in youre hair"
i was the tortiouse and death was the hare
I cried to the wind "papa johns! save me!" Papa John did not come
I cried to the wind "mario! please help me!" Mario did not come
I cried to the wind "Bob Dylan--ahh you aint gonna help me!"
I cried to the wind "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" nothing nothing.
some weird ass spirit grabbed me by the neck
and said "i am the one who killed your last tape deck"
dropped me in a new cemetary
One I had not made out with any girls in--scary
I was dropped by my own gravestone
I could not believe they spent all that dough
"here lies muthafuckin wayved--yeah this is his muthafuckin grave..."
I was not ready to die so I threw my feelings aside
the zombies all around me took a f*&kin ride
in the red wagon I arranged as a child
the white lady of death appeared she went ...f*&k it...
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Post by wayved on Oct 28, 2006 1:39:04 GMT -5
TRICK OR TREAT
Doorbell: Ding Dong Ding Dong
Person who answered the door: "Hello! You have a lovely costume!"
5 pound KACHUNK (INTO THE TRICK OR TREAT BAG)
later:
"I wanted a Snickers not a SKULL!"
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Post by wayved on Oct 28, 2006 1:40:38 GMT -5
rockkid-sorry I missed your poems! Those sound pretty serious...
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 31, 2006 17:12:05 GMT -5
I creep & slither through the streets,
scaring little phantoms wearing sheets
lighting the way with a bone bright grin
thinking of all the dark shades of sin
spiked up mohawk and one whited out eye
just one look makes the little kids cry
headin down to my scariest bar, quiet as an elf
the one day all year long where I get to be myself.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 31, 2006 17:16:12 GMT -5
oh bah, everyone should play dress-up at least once a week. i have a giant fluffy hot pink tu-tu i wear with my beat up black converse sneakers every once in a while, just for kicks. i think it really makes people's day when they see something like that in the middle of january.
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Post by sisyphus on Nov 1, 2006 0:34:34 GMT -5
samps, you are my hero! i have a white tu tu i used to wear like that but i need to stitch it. it caught fire when i dressed my roomie up in it, put her next to a mannequin covered in candles, and began to absently direct her while photographing her. i made her back right into a flame. luckily she forgave me. we were caught up in the moment you know.
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