Showing posts with label word in the cosmic sense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label word in the cosmic sense. Show all posts

Friday, November 2, 2007

it all makes sense. it all finally makes fucking sense.



IM IN UR WASTELAND BURYING UR DEAD

april hates u, makes lilacs, u no can has. (1)
april in ur memoriez, making ur desire.
spring rain in ur dull rootzes.

earth in ur winter, covered in snow
can has potato. PO-TA-TO.
INVISIBLE SUMMER! RAININGZES!
im in ur hofgarden, drinking ur coffeez.

at archduke’s haus, invisible sled!
im in ur moutainz, holding on tight.
no can has cheezburger.
oral sex metaphors in ur poem.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Attack of the Pugs, Coming to a Neighborhood Near You


I like some pugs, but I was recently dating a girl with a pug and I HATED this f*cking stupid awful animal. I think it mainly had to do with the fact that she never punished it for bad behavior - but I immediately thought, this will never be the mother of my children (not that we were very serious or anything, but still). I knew another girl with a similarly haughty and ill-mannered pug.