donèt burn yourself
i love my friends
through and through
death to
con(de)scending)cept(ive)s
con-struts
i freestyle
you think i give a shit
about the final wrap
join
if you aint to yellow
to see the
stars now that the rain has fallen.

if your ideas is tiny
maybe you got
a big boom stick
all i know is that i;
always thought you were
smarter and,
lost a toe
got a chainsaw
and it feels and looks
like this
much better fit.

and stimulus to(o)
the first time id seen a poem
in a while

love donèt
h(e(x)sit)ate
because ièm
moon(ing directly)
facing the sun.

If you wanna play games
i break them (a simpolton of nursery ryhmes only and doesnt spell)
cuz im a jester
no asshole tester
if you bigger you teach(are reached)
the smaller hide and preach
im not scared anymore to be as simply c(o)l(in)ear
as a
big assed elephant
with aboom stick so smart
and new it glows with childrens flows,
who(se^e^ ya i mean it too)
easier to understand emo-leecherÉ
i already said all this
but i dont mind explaining
that i want us all to be enders,
this game is over go back anew to
old schooling
i admire
how you were given
all the shit and
so was i
the burrs of a furr,
but in a hermitage
donèt poke a bear even in a tutu
because
you decided to bring your
little zombie
reflection guerring
(even if lilke a little two head sister too)
donèt worry you can
have your corner of the internet as well as saint laus
its just that im sick of playing
cuz i always thought
this was life
and you drove me as crazy as a loon
if you want
donèt taunt
you can take whatever
flaunt,
bitch
if you want
too much and
ill flush
my and your
shit stinks too.

i am whatever you say i am
clearer

by the way that means i called you all
big
dumb babies

the biggest is shafen since
you can`t even respond on his site
since that would be
dangerous,
trust me leaving someone
as reactive as
me with out
a reasonable outlet
is more so
it makes me want to
eat you
it`s just your gaseous
intentions aren`t worth mentioning.
i finally guessed
baby
i hate you the most of
all since
yous ed
with a big ass boom stick
and all you can do
is bring stupid jerks you feel
superio(senio)rity to(wardz of crazies)
since yous way to hazy
to make any cents.
baby-u
never, i`m king of the Rascals
ill make you dizzy
with envy < your bitching
you are wasting my air
time
s
up.

i love breaking fucking toys
down into
tools i`ll
choose how to use
abs are too hard to
get to,

and i`m too fucking lazy...
i guess i`m crazy
assholes
evil dead
you miss your goblet
the blue and red night
is over,
zombies will now taste
the fear

eat my ass anyone trying
to tread water
(and are) simply
killing time
and drowning
anyone large enough
to latch onto...

you are all
damned (if you want it; and) retarded
and i don`t hate
cuz i don`t give a fuck
don`t try to ruck with a riddle
stuck ion the middle
of the fence
drifting in and out of existence
because a squeeky second fiddle
piddles his own
when he diddle daddles
up this streaming creek
white water
with out (but needing a good)
paddle.

by the way anyone who cares
can suck my ass
because
i don`t a fuck

i love
violently
and veraciously,
feo no lie
on 
was found another ape
bare assed another continent.

hawaiins is brown
and i keep growing under
rw inc.
is a tribe too small
to participate
in my little game
its called quid pro quo
erasing status because
i`m at the top of the food chain
i only spit
shit
what i never needed
if it feels good
who cares
what looks you get
eat me if you dare,
if too complex to
be fragmented
by dumbass zombies
i lost a toe
teeth
where went my marbles
one single game
left
to be played
and i can see your futures
i am thing king
get the fuck out of my castle
if your not serving
the rain.

i am the loon and i reflect
clearly enough
 to burn
any one
son
spotted
by his lack 
of pigmentation

whiter ^people suck
i`m killing you
only if you fear me.

bolds and italics
are grinding down
infra structure
low enough to and fors(k,t)a(t,k)e

i hate little shits
and holes that
look like
they may have a grounding influence
but at the base
are stones

shards

and me denser than most

and simple

hard-cold

facts

i found fists the
size(but not shape)
of a club
foot.

cats
with ass
kicking
multi-
tasking
steel caps
the dunces turn to
feel some ish
this is my

Boom and stick

dish brimming over.

look at them at least
they burned
out
for you,
but you was full of shit
and i`d kick jesus`ass.
a little crass
but its quite
over with your
games and magic
was a john turned on its back
sivin to liv
hes got a bag of them.

i hate pussies too

but he wrote dogdik all over
himself so he could
at least
laugh at himself
never had a nursery
to ryhme
a suture
for the
future.

records
broken along

with all
your
over
consumed
two edged
boys
thicker
than your
average pen.

bye bye birdy its you who is so hot to trot
fix it up donèt get caught
you shot
your load too co(l)de(d)
glare in my direction
its an infection
of erecting
a tower
of power
base(d) in free(dom to face the) base
made the tier of head case
erase the debt
youve all
contributed to,
now youère gonna rue the day
you tried to sue
a kid as hot nunder the collar
to let out a world shattering
holler
at me bitch
in my side a stiff stitch
donèt tug on me bug never met a thug
that could KUT the rug
out from beneath you
hug puggish nouveau riche
your sluggish put away the dish
this is the apocalypse
screaming at you from the acropolis you canèt top
this slam
you got no guts
that is who
i
am.
take your pick it wonèt stick no youre all sick and im happy down in solitaire
i got a little rappy in the guttter
its like butter
for my bread
like no other i
still

love

you s

all

if youève got the ball
or the gall leave it all

here

but youère so full of fear ill post it clear on mine just in thyme if there isnèt a response here tommorrow

your twisted sorrow
ull have to borrow
from some else now
(C)iève learned and taught, and how!

but i guess its getting wordy
its you feeling dirty

hello loneliness

i wish that i could die
at least i will not fry
ièm done being your fall guy
ooh theft ièm bereft: its repossesing my possesion
(to keep you abreast)
your obsession with me is done

cuz the whole world loves it when you donèt get down
b)when you make thats sound
c)when you sing the blues
d)when youère in the news

and thats where you are about to take it dumas.

time for my afterstorm in the sun
im getting brown

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On : 7/14/2004 5:41:38 PM (www) said:


its universal
(remote) self control
its called role reversal
now im not eurkle
but the devil
i let you revel
but you wanted to ranèt
you wanted to take
(out your trash) but you cant
so you chant like youère kant
intoni9ng a sexy moaning to distract
us from the groaning in your bed
its your time for stoning
ièm gonna cast down(on your head)
my past gowns
ièm wearing the pants for a while
àkiss my ass and defile
the world

out of control
you SQUARE(S)
STOLE
MY SOUL
but my mojo
wonèt go
idonèt
blow
thats you ho
i just glow and my rhyme
is flow
your rythym is however pure scheme
ass tore wide ièm gonna ream
mans(on at least pants him)
from seam to seam
till the sun
beams down on my face
and we save the entire human
race
just in time to avoid


ppps we all know youère gay tinkler,
that is why you
fell in love with me
made me pay your f(ill)e
for an attorney privately
why is you still mad,
you should be glad ièm gone
and stephs back so strong
ly hating me for bereting
wait it was me
and some times a work horse
goes hoarse
from crying
or lauging
either way
pass the PeaCe Pipe

quit taking YOUR filthy shit out in public it stinks
alot more than me
i canèt smell
your hell
hole (was the name of the band)
or asparagus pee
just part cree i never been a g
just a down and lonely b.

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River Tinkler Is a pissant
hes a phoenix
on the stix
and stones
which hacve
broken my
lone-
son(ray)

your words
is never verbs
to do
now
how do
you feel today
is it real today

more thought
less heart ache
More taught
and less faked

oh fuck
youère stuck
between
a cock
and a
hard face.
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