ive started writing poems to make the day past quicker
 

most are based on truth. this is a poem story that really happened

nurse wont let me outta here
i sit and remain perplexed
i went to buy some stout a beer
after which i fear i may have inadvertantly bisexed

gotta go shopping with sis now

anyone got an idea for a ryhme im having trouble with

i need something that rhymes with roulette

poo-lette

I will never forget
a word that rhymes with roulette.
I'll write it down once
to not look like a dunce
and the teacher will call me her pet.

/must spread rep;.

I've started posting of Sonic Youth Gossip to make the days past quicker.

Story of your life.

this is pretty good!

Babette (she's from Monaco)

the quicker makes him grow sicker
the flicker
of candle wax so thicker
FICKLE!
grow sicker

in the sway and the swoon of the flame
'tis the loss a shame
to those who always crave but never taste of fame
again, a shame

is that an irish curse?

Are anxiety attacks predominantly Irish?

I've met some Irish expats. They love worthless drama, I find.

haa haa-- it is possible! there's gotta be a downside to the aggro exterior


do you mean they love british soap operas, or do you mean they love suffering for the sake of it?

latter

see you

later

adiós amigo

maisonette, cunt
maisonette
simon weston roulette
should i pick blue or the lighter shade of blue

yes!



this guy??

Heck goddamn it, yeah!

Oh how I want you now
I am in flames
I don't want to be the deciever
I want to be the reliever
Just can't right now
Suppose we will have wait
And you, you wait upon me foot and hand
I cannot bear to utter the truth of my land
You are my shadow
Always on my tail
Your affections are appreciated
But it has been so long since I waited
Too much too late
I know what you are frightened of
But is has already come to fruition
So that is why I drink and drink and drink
Sorry you asked and I answered