sleep
on me man, bubble henceforth my sorrow, the despair over the mountains, the lakes of fear, the sources of the agony and the Valley of restlessness.
carry me away in the cradle your dreams, the innocence of your depth, the width of your timelessness and eternity of your memories.
over me man.
PZ'10
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Rodent Ulcer Cats Lip
It's your turn now!
Hey you / you / he / she / it, I will also
learn something from other people, so I thought that everyone who calls this site for any reason whatsoever , a poem, a thought, or leave anything like a commentary should be. That would make me:)
In this sense, you think of something nice!
PZ'10
Hey you / you / he / she / it, I will also
learn something from other people, so I thought that everyone who calls this site for any reason whatsoever , a poem, a thought, or leave anything like a commentary should be. That would make me:)
In this sense, you think of something nice!
PZ'10
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Can You Use Diaper Rash Cream For Ringworm?
Curses, Invovations by James Douglas Morrison
During my week in honor of Jim Morisson here a very expressive and thrilling poem of his humble self. Because in addition to excessive drug consumption and good music of James also wrote tons of poetry, which makes him even more of a genius! I ♥ him to the moon and back. PZ'10
Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints
Shit Hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the Woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
Here come the Comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man
During my week in honor of Jim Morisson here a very expressive and thrilling poem of his humble self. Because in addition to excessive drug consumption and good music of James also wrote tons of poetry, which makes him even more of a genius! I ♥ him to the moon and back. PZ'10
Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints
Shit Hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the Woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
Here come the Comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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