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5/17/2008 12:28 pm
Last Read: 5/18/2008 2:34 pm
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do get a bit dizzy riding the spinning wheel...
whether real
or fictional
a mouse in a corner is forced to fight with no fear even if confronting a bear
a horse of a different color is a painted pony
wears a different colored fedora
still confused
is that a weed?...or a flower.
back out the driveway, activating the navigation system
where too sir...i don't fukkin' know...
provides me with all the wrong turns down dead end roads...
as if i wasn't already there.
i didn't choose the path less taken
it chose me
ain't figured out how a man with one hand trims his cuticles
has nine inch nails
his friend colours them with alternating shades of magenta and chartreous
he sings as he paints
his voice sounds like goose farts on a muggy day
stuck a needle in my arm just to see if i still feel
felt the old familiar sting
outta here
don't need this shit
wake up everyday...dazed and confused
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a ledd zepp lp written by robert frost a long time ago
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stairways only illusions seeking derrigibles...
or a path...
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the inuendo said to the avocado...do you think the penumbra might be interested in us...
have us a threesome in the produce department...
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btw...the rutabago winked at me,
thinks you're cute.
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helium balloons sometimes escape
then deflate
crash
into me...
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dave now on the turning table...
might
suspend him from the ceiling fan...
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the one eyed fish should have stayed in the sea
the degenerate monkey in his tree
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this... only an attempted illusion...
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i'd love to dance...
thank you.
thought you'd never ask...
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3976 posts 5/17/2008 12:58 pm |
i wish the dj would turn the music up a bit...
wallflowers are sooo hot.
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5461 posts 5/17/2008 1:31 pm |
Timothy is dead. Long live Timothy.
Get that damn weed before it breeds.
XOXO
Jack
Take the road less travelled.
jobro replies on 5/17/2008 2:36 pm: the seeds of discontent began spreading long before the winds of our dreams were dead...
i ain't a historian...my friend dr whacko is...i hesitate to ask him about the specific time frame...he is so full of shit...i ask him a question...he assumes a podium...give me a break...pleeze, it was only a question requireing a simple answer...
oh well, i love him anyway.
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3032 posts 5/17/2008 2:21 pm |
I guess the title threw me a bit. I thought I was clicking on sum quotes from the John Steinbeck classic Of Moose and Men. Instead it was horses in fedoras better known up here as Mister Ed. Oh what the hell... LET's DANCE!  
jobro replies on 5/17/2008 2:59 pm: as you know, i make my not so successful living bouncing off of different walls.
me and him did watch the film adaptation of east of eden the other night.
his mother was a whore...
i still have the hots for james dean...
so sensitive...
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2268 posts 5/17/2008 5:14 pm |
I have to laugh because otherwise I would cry...I prefer to laugh & hope you are too. I watched a rerun of "Philadelphia" just now, starring Tom Hanks...the tears flow...if only the 'twinks' could take it upon themselves to rent such a film...perhaps they'd understand? I don't understand anymore?...I only go where the wind takes me & right now...looks like a tornado coming...hope these damn slippers still have magic??? I am alone, in the dark...a candle glows...just as I lit it...I can put it out...confused...
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3702 posts 5/17/2008 10:47 pm |
mouses eat cheese
be patient, it'll take a week
i'll send you some
um, cheese
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men
can't live with em can't live without em
so many men, so little time, what can i do?
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horses
they break down and get euthanized
youth in Asia? i thot they were all old guys in that band
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steinbeck
so, were he and ed lovers?
ask the professorial mate when he's awake and not on his soapy bocks
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wallflowers
jacob is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo kewt
yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, bonita
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3633 posts 5/18/2008 5:17 am |
Polishing the planks with white socked feet masculine body's moving and grooving to the beat
They built a boat for the sky, heavy as gold. Fell in hell fire as we cried, god I'm old.
simple songs echo within ivory hall I don't know them all but when I do I'll sit down a record them for you
The stairway to heaven starts at your toes.  Ain't got no elevator tunes, got to make your-own.
Slobro, as we float across the sky's, dancing atop the misty moments of cloud nine. Holding close while rubbing thighs, arms are circles, all time is gone within smiling eyes.
Early mornin Animals on the thump box. Pink Floyd "Animals" is next.
Kisses on your ear. Chunk [of wall to lean on ]
Te+Ee>R=C
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