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This love could be some one

Into love

It could be some one that has been somewhere like them

It could be some like them

Tis one like into where that one has heen like them

Well, it could be be some like them

Those like into where like that into this

This one has been broken like into where

But it could be some that it could be some like into like

into like into

like into where like that.

It could be be some of the lucky ones then

This has been like into where that the ones

That where that it could be some like them too

This one, the ones that it could be somewhere like them

It could be somewhere like

let's see

Then, it could be somewhere like the one

it could be somewhere that it could be somewhere

That it could be somewhere

like into that one has been lucky

The one it has like into where ever

The one it has like into where like into where like into

Where the singing of the love of them

This one has hen like into where the one it has

like into what is of that

is where that love was

it could be somewhere like them them

Them them them

it could say where by numbers this one has

like into it

The one is you over all the all the all the

It could be some that it could be,

could be so like that it is the one it could be the one

it was the ones like them

it could be some like them

That one

It could be some like them

It could be somewhere

The ones like them

You will

The ones are

The ones are

The ones are are

The ones are like

The ones are like into where the ones are the ones

The ones

The ones are like into this

The ones are like that

it

The ones are like

The ones are like

The ones are like them

The ones are like to the Crazy Eddies

are the are the a million

The ones are like what you do Crazy Eddies

That could be some that is into it is like what is it

What is it

What is it

What is it

What is it

Yes, come to the self service

What is it that could have some like I into it

What is it

That is it

What is it

it could be some one like them

it could be some one like them

Like them

Like that

The ones are like that

This one is not like them

I could be cry like a baby I'll be there

It could be course of that has heen

the ones are like them them them them

who

them them them them them them them

The other ones, then, that has been

Like when it was the ones who prefer the ones

are like them them them

These circles

The ones the th th th th th th th th th th th

You will

Crazy Eddies Crazy Eddies Crazy Eddies Crazy Eddies Crazy Eddies

Goodbye Crazy Eddies

Crazy Eddies are the most ones

Like into a coat jacket

are into like it has the has the ever

Ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever the

And that is the answer to your problem, handsome

Problem

Promise

The ones are like into this way

This always be

This

That it could be somewhere into where that it could be into some

Repeats —

life i slike a box of trowsers you never know what your gonna slacks

i have raisin

raising tast goood

raisin is my freind

i have spaere time to eat raisin

ooh

eee

ooh

ahh ahh

Ting

Tang

Walla walla

Bing

Bang

Roses are red

Violets are red

Am bleeding

Now am dead

when the tupelo

goes poop-a-lo

i'll come back

to youp-a-lo

-kilgore trout

gently the breeze

tickles my neck with a warm spray

carrying a warm sent from the sea

downwind I am

upstream from a hobo pissing into the wind

it is glorious

these are all so great

I wrote a poem

as well

to fully express

my feelings about

these poems

which are

so

great

that I forgot all about

my toilet that

doesn't flush

properly

boing

flush

FLUSH

wishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

chug chug

oooooooooooooooooh

NO!

ass

class

sass

bass

creator

aids

shades

and lady marmalade

Inside of my burger

There is pink slime

America the brave

Where food is in abundance

And will kill you in a short time

The land of freedom

Where the homeless are a problem

The land of opportunity

Where the rich look at you shitty

The poor are all racists

Everyone is jealous

A south filled with zealots

A north filled with arrogance

America is the pink slime

Where individuality is celebrated

but is also a crime.

Fuck you for reading this.

I am American, hear me whine.

  On 3/28/2012 at 6:30 AM, kaini said:

sonnet to a fart

  Quote

i made a fart

then made a thread

i called it art

"it's not", they said

they say you tend to like own blend

and i agree that this is true

i'll like mine, until the end.

you'll see that i am just like you.

we all enjoy it, making gas;

we all make art, out of our ass.

That's my favorite Wallace Stevens poem

don't post much

but if I do

I usually make sure

that

it's really

fucking

redundant

pickled rocks

egg salad in my socks

pickled rocks

fuck

Fairest of the fair, my love;

You who came bearing my sandwich

At 3:30 am

But I know we cannot be

Because you spilled my coffee

And soiled my favorite pair of 70's tennis shorts

Which is why you got punched in the face, ruining your only good feature-

Love is fickle, like the drivetrain of a Saab

this morning, at seven a.m.

i went outside because

my dog wanted to have a piss

she scratched at my door

the sun was shining

good doggie.

kainis shitty poetry thread

a shitty thread of poetry

a thread of shitty poetry

kaini, your mother

she calls

me

erections.

incomplete skyscrapers on the internet

are always incomplete

and a great inspiration

to some

but not

all

a giant in the sky

a cluster of iron muscles

oh incomplete man

you suck

you aren't even rhyming

oh incomplete man

why do you even rap

when you can fly

Last night

between six and seven

before dinner

between her thighs

I introduced her to

slightly curled fingers

and our love was anointed

with Cytherean arcs of

--what the hell was that stuff?

dat's sexist

Dead spruce by the lake

surface ripples, playing fish

only an owl speaks

-

Lonely, majestic

a tree swaying by dawn's wind

for hidden crickets

nipples on dudes, why?

it's like coating bacon

in tofu and shame.

oh, to be a dog! -

all problems answered

with a rub on the belly

or a stretch, when catching the sun

my mind, not so much a fog -

as a kinda short-term reality show

perpetually surprised at snow

sometimes, a shit in the park and i'm done.

my owner not caring if i was smelly.

caring only about food and walk

i wouldn't care if i couldn't talk.

Oh but i'd rather be human

I can appreciate Gary Numan

And the lovely breasts

Arse, waist and the rest

Upon which I'm perpetually zoomin'