There are those who blog about things,
and those who blog about fluff,
and write about their feelings,
some who harp on politacal stuff.
Some like to rant,
dragging us through their emotional mire,
many like just to preach to the choir,
I'd like to casterate them with a bansaw,
three bucce balls and a plier.
The ones who ramble on about their extordinary sexual finness,
are the ones that I laugh at most often best.
You know they do it to turn themselves on.
"Yeah , with my wolf like theeth, I tore off her thong..."
If I ever obsess enough on a sport,
that I write a entire blog about,
hold me down and bash my head with my equiptment bag,
till the white oozes out.
Where are all the folks of the young girls with eating disorders?
How long has the aparent lack of meat,
on thier bones been ignored?
I tend to inhabit the blogs of the everyday joe,
through their creative writting can let themselves go
If I am so selective on personal perspective,
why do I spend so time in frount of this computer,
I'll never know.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
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cuz it's fun
This should be cross-stitched on a sampler.
"a bansaw, three bucce balls and a pliar"?????? No, don't tell me. Hair Heidi
Yeah Rootie, sometimes fun like picking a scab.
I'm thinking on a cake in frosting Cattiva.
Yup Hair Heidi, but I wouldn't muss up a single hair while doing it.
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