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Wednesday, August 31st, 2016
1:35 am
Summer in Tieh
How much less
Seals exciting moment when angry
These places
Older seasonal fall in London
I think again
main body?

L.B.s can pay
Language cultivation scored. Commercial Pomander

But the best of the best
Cold, rain
New anti-fungal cream.
Entrepreneurs to cart
We can provide everything
Fish syrup cakes for decoration winter ball.

So cool? Adversity
Paper, if I tell the truth,
I want you to know.

Current Mood: sleepy
Friday, April 8th, 2016
1:37 am
Alert service!

beat demons
Gordon Weil body of a man!
Together return home!

Chemical cats!
Gaga made of cheese!
Wednesday, April 6th, 2016
3:15 am
Near the play, coke and beauty
When I play.
Tuesday, March 29th, 2016
2:12 am
Black coach window will pass.
Nails, has covered the layoffs.
This Damarikomi crowd.
"The Queen," whispered the man.
Friday, March 18th, 2016
12:06 am
D plan worked well
Celestial voice!
tariffs for voice
and the corridor
censer Sparks spat.
The horror!
Els old Cantor,
holding his chest. Narrow-minded jokes.
But you, When all things are concerned,
there was no money.
Wednesday, March 16th, 2016
10:28 pm
Pigs? Hedgehogs?
Remove brush! Cloth! And coffee! More coffee!

Ink spray.
Brush war will take.
three of
In the light and start again.
They did that night
And strange.

In the study,
Some new tricks vision and was
A great way to end
He was sentenced traffic. almost
Too bad to see if debris
Eyes without a teacher thief
Pigs and hedgehogs. At the same time,
The promise is a promise.

The young happy. see
He was "like pieces of red."
Energy confirmed that he accepted
Time high.
During the week he met you
bits of
The roof.
Saturday, March 12th, 2016
11:37 pm
Originally posted by longsword82 at Smoke
Vaporous fumes
Come hither
Smouldering spewish
Standard galoshes
Warped smear
Overcompensating vomit
Stones shatter
Putrid particulates
All over the place
Phlegm forming
Stalwart ugliness
Obscuring cloud
Shooting morbidity
Grossly encompassing
Hideous fog
Awful irritating
Into darkness
Grey murk
Fills the room now
Outer overcoat
Surreal whirlpool
What more can I say?

Current Mood: irate
Friday, March 4th, 2016
5:37 am
At the end of the day, leaving the roof and the ceiling
Arthur Nagme chamber timber.
The text
Create a master shame Bazaar.
Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016
11:55 pm
Or not ...
The rumors of wars.
Look at your tongue! Italy,
I think. here
Wheels and eggs. However,
Among other things,. Dead Award.
Revolution? And fried ...
This is
You know better than me.
12:10 am
Blood pool!
With a knife in each hand a girl with big eyes!
The cry goes
Jack is Jack?
It's free -
Monday, February 29th, 2016
2:59 pm
I work
Palisade jump
until Acrobat
"Scattering your company," he shrills fire.
na'āhihi gun
Crows fell dead
the mouse.
1:49 am
Medical student gruesome murder
Conclusion of trauma in the past
It will be described in detail. It is, after all
He opened with a knife,
And strange injuries
So if, for the first time.
All donations are impressive, but it was a wince
Sometimes the cramps in his speech.
Dr housing 1.
Friday, February 26th, 2016
5:13 pm
Where have all the poets gone?
I think that this "community" is a dead 'blog and I want to know where all the Vogon poets have gone to.  If I get no reply from this message within a month I'll know that it IS a dead 'blog.

Current Mood: pissed off
Wednesday, February 10th, 2016
9:19 pm
New Poem
Thoughts while Meditating in a Noisy Chamber

As I sit slobbering in the sidely
Gooseblunder fearcheck
Whersofar as the bajaimpastager
Seeks to channize the cybertrusket
Into a long enerfusial of malazarence
That palparizes all sensibility
Into a perfect unspoked bergenfol

Yea, I do entreat that every
Temperable flavorous quarren
Must therefore hold a cosmobleepery
Within semperant flangeulation
That heretofore shall ever penetrate
The overjooble of universal transcendence
Save only for those who keep their own oneness
Within the shankleblotch of kerfufflery
Which will go unheeded for all time;
Suck on that!
Saturday, December 11th, 2010
1:08 am
double you

I wander the streets like one who has seldom on occasion enjoyed wandering but chosen due to being ejected from his quarters by a lapse of utility services notice
to do so
i see many people also wandering and wonder
a word which sounds quite like wander
why they are not at home
filling out post dinner paperwork?
the word why
also starts with w.
a letter which really
looks like a double v
they should change the name
whether by deed poll
or statutory declaration
both legal under laws
of this great state.


but i digress
the people wandered
like cows milling about for sweeter grass
if cows wore expensive but ill fitting
cows of course need no shoes
as they have
which does not rhyme with shoes
but is close.
silver oranges
rhyme with nothing
but were difficult to find this winter
due to pesticide regulations making their growth more

Current Mood: artistic
Thursday, August 19th, 2010
10:56 pm
Earth in Peril (again) or Time For A Happy Ending
Lasers firing, torpedoes flying
Ships exploding, humans dying
Earth in peril, never-ending.

Sky a-blazing, bombs a-dropping
Bullets whizzing, people running
Enemy winning, no quarter giving.

Help needed, heroes wanting
Fighting spirit, Earth needs saving
The nick of time, disaster averting.

Aliens defeated, home re-building
Peace declared, friends a-making
Guy gets girl, happy ending.
Saturday, August 14th, 2010
9:16 pm
Ode To A Trigger Finger or Life's Too Short
Master blaster flaming ray gun
Images of carnage in my brain
We're only here for a short while
Why do I want what I can't have?

Viscous mucous hopping mad
Running backwards in the rain
Many times I stubbed my toe
What the heck keeps getting in the way?

Messy goo bloody stump
Life is hard and full of pain
Round and round we go chasing our tails
Until the ground swallows us up.

Current Mood: pensive
Tuesday, March 24th, 2009
12:49 pm
I sit in a chair
Which smells a bit like yogurt
But not any yogurt you'd want
To eat

The clock slowly ticks
Without a ticking noise
That is because it is

Actually it's not
So much a yogurt smell
Perhaps it is more like
A cheese

The kind of cheese
That smells only a bit

Were my chair a left arm
It would be suffering
From a badly sprained

Can I


Current Mood: listless
Wednesday, January 14th, 2009
10:31 pm
A Cold Vogon Heart
It's so cold I can see my cold-hearted air
and feel my bones creak and ache everywhere
My car starts up like a horse with TB
and my glasses are so fogged I cannot see
I ponder wearing grandpa wear
So that I can scoot through the day without a care
It's so cold that people are hoarding all food
The store shelves are bare
And if anything is bad, it's my mood
So sweet dreams to all with woolen covers
The electric company can gouge even their mothers without a care
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
10:53 pm
Foggy doggy
Seldom'd seen the dog a day so foggy.
Standing trees were oft so loggy
and croaking frogs were oft so froggy
but the swirling mist, it stayed,
no matter how loud'r long he bayed.

Of t'impassive gray grew he a fear;
on every side he found it near
and felt its cool in nose and ear.
But the cloud left'm nowhere to run,
not a thing to do but wait for sun.

All at once there was naught but dark.
Fore eight'd spent t'sun its last spark.
Laid he down on wet ground and didn't bark.
The fog began to fall as snow
and the starlight shown as the last warmth did go.
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