the tuff titty rape!!!

here another one, written in English (not translated from Bulgarian):
http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html

yoohooo shent-man

al, dude you make me laugh so hard. love ya

same goes for you, too my dear :)

stop flirting
this board is so gay
i'm joining threepointstance.

plead guilty

ok it's me, yes
i created 67 troll accounts yesterday night
please join us at threepointstance

sweetheart

who?

"sweetheart" by zeni geva

a book?

lol

shentov are you captured by your own thread?
come out....put put put shentov, put put put

"This is my day of lucky!"

indeed

Would anyone care to critique this? Be honest, most of you are pretty intelligent from what I gather so I'll tolerate constructive criticism from you guys...

anyways, this is a poem/song I'm working on, I say /song because it has chords but is mainly spoken rather than sung..

anyways

'follow the bug'

Always alone when your head starts to spin
breaking your back just to do it again
gather your thoughts-they crash like a bug
into the passenger window

A five minute walk is miles away
tried to talk but your tongue done went lame
A vacant scene, the character dies
But you know it's not over now...

So what do you do when your head starts to spin?
Lost in your world, exhausting your friends
Another quaint dream
We follow the bug
and you know that it's over
You're nobody's soldier
you know that it's over now...

recently i wrote some stuff in English, so I thought you might be interested...
i always look forward in getting feedback.

The Sailor: http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/12/sailor.html
King of yr Own: http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/...of-yr-own.html

Old tempest up again
And none within my darkened eyes
Has dreaming spun you round bout the head you are escaping with
Is it too far
The scenery goes
Always alone when shaped like this
The heart is heaven-hued
Hiding in the seam of solar systems embracing
All spaces leaning into to get a scent of you
It's dangerous outside as well as in
Imagined for the chosen few
Confused as well as clarified
Unknown, a pixel in your tv screen
Give me truth and I'll show how you lie
Give me lies and I'll know yourself

As far as the skin can stretch our islands tend children in laughter
Small metaphor of blood flowing a challenge descent to find points
Viewed from above, it is of no concern around the globe
All scrawl and clutter
Where toes design your whereabouts
And eyes are fields departing
Great lengths, deceptive of latter partakes
Itself climbing into unsafe apperatures
Convinced of its usefulness
How steady the spin is descending again to remove the view from altogether

Axis and paramecium converge, connect, dry as dust for present touch
Immaculate wax on mannequins-sized neighbors all alone outside of trees
A trance of community
This place is bottled with victory
Success is of democracy
Lingering stinkily our commitment is to christmas trees and history
Unloved by those we chain to us
However, I am satisfied
A comforting selfishness mingles with my smile
Terror confounds my every cell
It's daytime when the island grows and ghastly when the dripping scolds

Writing poetry on fingernails will never pass the time away
Its grief we call lonely, living, breathing, I sense salmon fishers
In dry and tight clothing, washing windows filled with frost
A crack will form
I'll think again: belief response outside where the worms all hide
Go stick your fingers in earth
Skyblue and cherry-red windy suspended
Never an average mind in winter
Adore your golden tongues with no stress in children stories
Give bravery to singing birds to shut them up
Full of guts on your diaphragm
Or hold your nose in ephigy to mock them

Oh holy contininence
Help me fry an egg
Your omnipotent mascinations can't fit in our stomaches
I feel starvation will be your only answer to our prayers
Or perhaps we are praying for hunger to deliver us from comfort
To lead into the stonebed of our passions
I missed the ruins defeated and drooling, the dead dog bringing his leash along
While woman clothed and bathed in gold
Screaming "savage, let these backward deaf-gods weap forever in shadows."
Boisteredness, wondering who and what will bring us breakfast
Lashing out expressionistic flesh-on-flesh to the day of the backyard of our dreams

And forlorn to the ration of eyes-to-eyes
It is not the right wind for the back to be against
So stand still and drift to my "correct the time"
A sign has come illuminous in lassitude in spring to the land of us
To feed away from everything
Sad hours cluster the whole day away
What makes it so?..........
How do we know
Lingering what's left in our souls
Are we never meant again to meet the sway of power and indifference
Give up your two skulls
Hair is rotting in our wintered face

Somewhere there will be soon be motion to the cause of this
More dusty and malicious meanwhile trap the skin
In liquor tide and ignorance at least in the beginning
They'll be room enough for growth
It comes free with self-afacement
Tie the whores up
Step inside
And remember your throats hunger
A disease is born and permanent ...

I'd hold your breath wrapped in butchers ashamed birth
.................................... feast of my ...
I cannot deliver you from this
Your face is modeled in ... sunshines and offerings
Once down, now tied up with treason
Seeping .. through the tree of your suspension
..............
While drinking urine. ... fermanent
Our destiny .....
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Two sounds vapor around the icy bones of discontinent
Opening our expanse to embrace photographs of harvest grains
Hello, amoeba, you are so slimy ...
Four swirls and shirts made of ...
Tree stems and short stems in the yard of prison guards
...
...
...
A person living in the dark of you
Disgusted and still smiling
Oh bring me......
A day done with demons in skyview
Perform and carry your ... flaws
A view necessary hoped ...
To shine ..........
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Let us speak our empty speech

shentov, nice poems, "with a dirty cotton crown" made me smile.