poetry
courtesy of tyler landry at dugost.coma joint, three manhattans, an episode of six feet under, and a letter to the rock journalist.
talked to grandma tonight. she's doing well as are the cats. she reckons autumn's upon us though, so brace yourselfs... we might be in for a long winter.
spent.
posted by Sweetness and Light at 11:21 pm
15 Comments:
a-b, he agreed!
to go home with sir evil
mood killed by third wheel...
infuckingcredible!
evil, i knew it
i said "lead the fag patrol"
you: "that's damn right jight"
yenta was the foil!
"do you mind walking me home?"
how could we say no?
birthday boy, he'll be!
on this coming saturday
we have concert tix...
no egg counting yet!
i'm buoyed, but still cautious
don't be a jinx 'inx...
Action all around
The Puss is now gettin' some
It's Evil's turn next
puss is gettin' some???
hey deb! the earth is shifting!
the eclipse jeclipse!
who is this new cock?
alors, is it cock at all?
doth puss munch pussy?
I ain't no bull dyke!
No carpet munching for me
I much prefer cock
damn, adult sex toys?
it's been done forever dude
slide in that dildo
anticipation
friends first, now we are dating
no cock ramming yet
then who is it, puss?
whose monster schlong do you tease?
give us the dope, jope...
enough on shit stars!
her chute reads exit only...
or am I wrong, jrong?
silence from miss puss...
she's not getting anything!
lies like cheap carpet
we need evil's dirt
I am bored in the home town
romance = corb lund jund?
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