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I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
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Post Number: 3372
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Friday, May 2, 2003 - 8:32 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

My fan, My mentor, My Poppa!
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 549
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Friday, May 2, 2003 - 6:39 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Yeah, Yeah, YEAH!! That is pure gold, Heady!

It's morally reprehensible to create new texts in a text-glutted world when there is already so much that needs rearranging.


Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Post Number: 109
Registered: 9-2001


Posted on Friday, May 2, 2003 - 2:40 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

heh ok yes me is drunkie. i don't recall posting that :P me go bed now :P
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Post Number: 108
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Posted on Friday, May 2, 2003 - 2:19 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

spontaneuous haiku # whoknowswhat:

i am home and drunk
today i love everyone
especially head

I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3371
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, May 1, 2003 - 11:16 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

MY TURN!!!!

Slobber

Dark, puckered hole. All mastiffs slobber. The degree to which
a mastiff slobbers varies with each purple carnation which trembles,
nestled among the moss. Some dogs slobber (still wet With love)
only when they are eating, drinking or covering the gentle
curvation Of the white ass, hot! There are others that hardly
ever seem to stop.

To the royal eyelet!!!

Most mastiff lovers never leave home without an old towel,
threads resembling milky tears there are spun; something similar
used as a slobber cloth. If you have one of the ones that slobbers
continuously, spray forced back by the south wind's cruel threat
across the small balls of brown shit has run, you will need it
to wipe down your furniture, your walls and even your guests. To drip
from the crack, which craves for it yet. Not wishing the mastiff to have
its bent, My dog too has often mated with that slobbering vent, My sobbing
tongue rolled over, fetched and tried to devour the rawhide-bone-rose
Flowering in brown, gravy, meaty, moisture. Ordinarily mastiffs retreat
while slobbering with the chute unmanned. It's a heavenly jam-pot. The
Promised Land Which with other milk, slobber and honey overflows!

No one likes slobber but if you canít stand it, the mastiff is not the dog for you.

-[Head_prosthesis], Verlaine/Rimbaud and The Mastiff Club of Victoria
The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 179
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 9:16 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

A policeman walking his beat just after closing time notices a young man on the streetcorner. The man is looks lost and wobbly, and he's holding a car key out in front of him. The officer accosts him gently and says, "Son, are you alright?"

The man slowly focuses on the cop and say, "Somebody stole my car!"

"Well, where did you see it last?"

"It was right chere on the end of this key," answers the drunk.

The policeman smiles grim;y and says, "Son, you are intoxicated. You take a cab home and get soe rest. You can call the station tomorrow about your car. And while you're at it, zip up your fly- that's disgusting!"

The drunk looks down and moans, "Aw shit! They got my girlfriend, too!"
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
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Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1530
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 7:01 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

No matter how much you shake and dance,
The last few drops end up in your pants.

So wear undies fellas.
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 177
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 12:37 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Does it make more sense if I look at it with a mirror?
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 548
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 12:18 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Just recieved this in an e-mail from a very friendly person offering to introduce me to hot Russian women who crave my body:

"We Are Every Single One Before You Toward Be Informed From You 4"




Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 547
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 8:18 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

I think that I shall never see,
in comas they slept,
a poem as lovely as a tree.
With "Hawg" in their heads,
a tree whose hungry mouth is prest
empty bottles they cuddle
against the earth's sweet flowing breast.
On hardwood floor beds
a tree that looks to God all day.
The smell of a man
and lifts her leafy arms to pray
all drunken and worn.
A tree that may in summer wear,
is multiplied by three,
a nest of robins in her hair.
On this Saturday morn
upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Goaty the wonder pup,
who intimately lives with rain,
tap dances at the door.
Poems are made by fools like me,
"Come, lest I pooh pooh pooh,
but only God can make a tree
all over the foyer floor"

- [Pataphysician], Joyce Kilmer, and Head Prosthesis
Althea (Rosietwobears)
le Vicomte
Username: Rosietwobears

Post Number: 62
Registered: 10-2002


Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 2:40 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Ice Cream

Chocolate and cherries
swirl sedate in my dish,
I pull you in closer
for a cool ice cream kiss;
Sticky sweetness is dripping
from the end of my spoon,
my cold creamy goodness
all gone too soon.
- R. Althea Metz


im kind of short on happy happy joy joy
now if we had a thread for melodrama... man id be set!
Absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Username: Emmy

Post Number: 105
Registered: 9-2001


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 9:45 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

D'OH RAY ME (sung to the tune of Do Re Mi)

D'OH a beer, I need a beer!
RAY, go get me one right now!
ME, that's right, a beer for me!
FAR? It's not that far to run!
SO what if you don't want to go!
LA la la... I'm waiting...
TEA?!? Don't need no stinking tea!

which will bring us back to
D'OH D'OH D'OH D'OH
D'OH a beer! I need a BEER!

hehe
composed 30Apr94 by
Emiliano Lee, Melanie Smith, and Nica Powell
I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
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Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3369
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 9:25 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Do me Pata, do mee!!!
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 545
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 8:31 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

But we must first prove satisfactorily to the evildoers the impossibility of the unity of purpose in terrorism resulting from its mere weapons of mass destruction before we are justified in placing the security of this beyond patriotism in a determinate way. We can, however, advance no further than preemption. In accordance with covert operations and limits of our patriotism (while we do not comprehend even the global terror network), we must in no wise seek in terrorism a principle of preemption; but no other way of judging the enemies of freedom as natural purposes remains to us than that by means of a supreme understanding as cause of homeland security. But this is only a ground for defending freedom, not for the values of America, and can justify absolutely no evildoers.

- [Pataphysician], Immanuel Kant, and George W. Bush
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Username: Emmy

Post Number: 104
Registered: 9-2001


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 8:15 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

transcribing steno pads from around the time i met my ex-wife, so i'll prolly be posting more in this thread than the others...

(untitled) 24Apr94

clouds roll in on skateboards
blue sky covered
light is gray
music fills the air
she dances
raindrops fall
she takes them in
she is all i want (to be)
the hair the eyes the eyes the smile the eyes
her breath is frosty
misted iris
i am a butterfly licking her pupil
she is a flower in the wind
she blinks and winks and whispers
i spew forth rainbow and flames
she blows them out
i smoke
she takes me in her petals
rubs me with the rain
paints my lips with pollen
bathes me in her morning dew
laughter sings of love
the clouds roll on
sun shines down on us
we open our arms to the sky
stretch our faces upwards in a smile
show our gleaming teeth
bare our naked bodies
wake unto a quiet storm inside


c. 1994 Emiliano Lee
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 7:48 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

streaking paine 22Apr94

just to be safe
leave it off the hook
and turn down the lights
no tellin who's lookin
oh, and use a tissue when you're done
not that dirty old rag
i hate when the stuff smears
it leaves streaks
but not if you use a tissue
and wear a pair of goggles
so it doesn't get in your eyes
and wash your hands when you're done
don't press to hard
use gentle strokes
an up and down motion
you might want to use this chair
so you don't strain your back
and don't use too much of that stuff
a dab'll do
yeah...
now spread it around evenly
up and down, up and down
no, not like that... harder
there you go
make sure you get that stuff all over
eh... you missed a spot
no, no, no... here let me show you
see how I'm doing it
like that
now try again...
better, but not quite
well, you'll get the hang of it
stick with me kid and you'll go far
i've been cleaning these windows for years...


c. 1994 Emiliano Lee
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 544
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 7:10 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

By now he was taken with the desire to explore the reason why water is set going and flowing. And touch every nook of her body by such a slight push is, of course, the smallness of its atoms. He parted the opening of her sex with his two fingers, and their readiness to roll. He feasted his eyes on the glowing skin, the delicate flow of honey, the hair curling around his fingers, the stickier consistency of honey - its relatively sluggish flow and dilatory progress is due to. His mouth grew more and more avid, as if it had become a sex organ in itself the closer coherence of the component matter, consisting, as it obviously does. Capable of so enjoying her that if he continued to fondle her flesh with his tongue he would reach some absolutely unknown pleasure of particles not so smooth or so fine or so round. As he bit into her flesh with such a delicious sensation, he felt again in her a quiver of pleasure a high pile of poppy seed can be disturbed by a light puff of breeze, so that it trickles down from the top. Now he forced her away from his sex, for fear she might experience all her pleasures merely kissing him whereas a heap of stones or corn ears remains immovable. And that he would be cheated of feeling himself inside of her womb in proportion as objects are smaller and smoother, so much the more do they enjoy mobility. It was as if they both had become ravenously the greater their weight and roughness, the more firmly are they anchored. Hungry for the taste of flesh since, therefore, the substance of the mind has been found to be extraordinarily mobile. And now their two mouths melted into each other it must consist of particles exceptionally small and smooth and round seeking the leaping tongues.

- [Pataphysician], Anais Nin, and Lucretius
Althea (Rosietwobears)
le Vicomte
Username: Rosietwobears

Post Number: 61
Registered: 10-2002


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 3:03 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

poor poor alice
Absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder
Barsnake (Barsnake)
le Duc
Username: Barsnake

Post Number: 180
Registered: 4-2002
Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 8:03 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

There once was a girl named Alice
Who used a dynamite stick for a phallus
They found her vigina
In North Carolina
And the rest of her ass down in Dallas
and the beat goes on...
Marc Chevalier (Chevalier)
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Username: Chevalier

Post Number: 1244
Registered: 11-2001


Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 5:23 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Calling all wigged out poems ... please wiggle up to the mike.

(How long can I keep this going?)
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Username: Emmy

Post Number: 101
Registered: 9-2001


Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 4:58 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

ooh i got one for you, memorized this one so don't have to copy and paste it...

this is the shortest poem ever:


did you like it?
Althea (Rosietwobears)
le Vicomte
Username: Rosietwobears

Post Number: 60
Registered: 10-2002


Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 4:34 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

*snaps in that groovy beatnik way*
go daddio
Absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Username: Emmy

Post Number: 100
Registered: 9-2001


Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 4:04 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

ok here's one. true story :D

girl of twilight

she swirled out from a mass of spinning bodies in the park
her violet butterflies danced hypnotic like a kaleidoscope
she spun to me on fleeting feet and landed in my arms
looked up to me with eyes reminiscent of mountainous river banks of red clay
i reached inside and grabbed a chunk
she felt my penetrating glare, got up and drifted back into the gathering
i watched her dance with other men and sway and spin so free
the clay i held began to morph
the more i watched her flowing movements the more it changed
she must have been majickal!
i sit here now with the image of a butterfly molded from her eyes
it's own luminescence taking me away
to a meadowland of ferrets and snow white foxes playing games
and an elven princess in the woods who sings to me in dance
i lie on natures carpet lawn and stare into the sky
the sun beats down baking me hard like a statue
clouds drift by smiling
and a single yellow canary flits about
flies down and makes a nest of my daydreams

March 20, 1994

c. 1994 Emiliano Lee
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
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Username: Emmy

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Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 3:53 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

yummy.

hehe ya beat me to it. same thread title and all :D

will post some happy pomes in a bit hehe
Althea (Rosietwobears)
le Vicomte
Username: Rosietwobears

Post Number: 59
Registered: 10-2002


Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 3:48 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

i wouldnt want the happy poems to die from being in the wrong thread...

Excalibur Days

When I'm all alone with my mind
running free
I think of far away places;
Castles with kings and ladies fair
in costumes of jewels and laces.

I wish that I had lived
back long ago,
when dragon's fiery breath did blow;
And upon every steed was a shining white knight
who lived the good life and fought for the right.

Perhaps this fantasy
is all lived in a dream
but maybe it presents
just a tiny bright gleam
of a bleached and faded memory.
- R. Althea Metz

© 1991 R. Althea Metz

Again Today

I forgot myself again today
as if the cracks were mended;
healthy and whole
filling me with faith
Staring at the sun.

I drew breath again today
as if for the first time;
clean and clear
filling me with cool light
Beaming like the sun.

I spread my wings again today
as if to fly;
powerful and light
filling me with freedom
Reaching for the sun.

I fell in love again today
as if it were all brand new;
pure and good
filling me with joy
Melding with the sun.

I saw you again today
as if I had been blind;
the world so bright and shiny
filling me with shivers
I see you are the sun.
- R. Althea Metz

© 2002 R. Althea Metz

Coppertone And CocoButter

Thinking back over 20 summers
I can almost smell
the Coppertone and CocoButter;
Hear the old transistor radio
that sounds so far away
while we lay
on that big green blanket,
playing gin rummy in the sun;
Cold drinks with ice cubes
all but melted in sweaty glass
that we screwed down into the grass
to keep them from tipping over;
Lazy fat bumble bees
that hum so loud
stop to check us out
in our terry cloth -
Halter tops and bikini bottoms;
You always got so tan
while I turned a rainbow of pink
sprayed with freckles;
I was Coppertone
and you were CocoButter
and we smelled delicious,
just like summer.
- R. Althea Metz

© 2003 R. Althea Metz


Absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder

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