Tag: bollocks
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November 17, 2008 04:33 AM EST --
Dogs don't know much in my opinion. There's drooling, panting and leg-humping and that's pretty much where their expertise ends. However there is one area of life they've got well and . . .
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December 28, 2006 11:11 PM EST --
A question that haunts me too frequently and too diligently is the one about the grandest ace of spade ever, god himself. While most people argue over the existence of the alpha and the omega I ponder . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:40 PM EDT --
he took a walk down the road and stumbled on silence as the lazy brown fox jumped quickly over the fence gazed a while at the forks in the road with a whistle and a fumble, to the left he strode
my . . .
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November 13, 2006 06:45 PM EST --
I think I have cancer, but at least I'm not a dwarf.
My bedroom window doesn't close and it's cold outside, but at least I'm not fat.
I've been an undergrad since I was nineteen and . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:49 PM EDT --
Another drowsy day hits my hands as I sit perchance waiting for some iron man to shake me away from my slumber. I remember the days in Manipal where I ran and sat and swept through days in laze surrendering . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:35 PM EDT --
consider this the eternal quiz from mothers womb to deathly bliss where is the it the source of this wit this dismal abysmal comedy skit the questions answered only reveal the void the devoids of his . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:37 PM EDT --
there was once a smarting young lad but sadly his clothes he never clad when asked the reason for this embarrassing fad he said " i never tasted from the apple which that dumbass adam had"
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August 18, 2009 10:41 PM EDT --
oh if i could write verse too like dante or play mean guitar like frusciante or like sir edmund climb " The Hill" or mint money like Mr Bill or comprehend like Plato did or mathemate like Euclid or dribble . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:43 PM EDT --
patience my scattered mind no more plead from this golden cage soon you shall be freed i'll let you loose to paint the town red while father lays ignorant in his bed to scavenge on wine and let reality . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:46 PM EDT --
oh once there was a troubadour who had a euphonious snore and to complete the madrigal he married a snoring minstrel he was an alto and she a soprano and both could snore a decent solo they say in Christmas . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
Farther away as i travel from the footsteps i last tread I look back and miss the people i were every second before then i stare at the mirror hanging limp on the wall and see the stranger i have to learn . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
oh do remind me of those days i had spent with friends in drunken haze vile and senile pride in stride walk step hop through all divides there was always pungent smoke sifting through the pungent doors . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
hark now my friends lets listen to the morn as she calls to her children broken and torn how brilliant your call that invades all from roses and lilies to the creepy crawls the eternal whore that sleeps . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:32 PM EDT --
crazy loopy roller coaster ride god knows where the good men hide the little people in their inflated skins will someday have to pay for their deadly sins the door to door salesman comes riding on the . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:42 PM EDT --
now today i think of mother oh how she hates her only brother it's his company that is the real bother the son the ghost and the holy Father!!
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August 18, 2009 10:45 PM EDT --
finger to finger and knee to knee pages keep themselves turneen and burneen walking down the broken roads he's asking alms for broken gods cookin thoughts for the man upstair playin jingles on aphrodite's . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:47 PM EDT --
Shakespeare’s in the attic and Dylan’s of the past All that remains is some bitten dogs and their barks And some dying fires that where lit once in the past And the bottoms of my pants sway . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
there was music in my ears and strength in my stride, i walked through the crowded street with no destination in mind, my brazen black cap lay rested on my head, my strange volatile clothes hung limp . . .
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August 20, 2009 03:01 AM EDT --
men derive their pains from their pleasures while women derive their pleasures from their pain...
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August 19, 2009 07:10 AM EDT --
Oh blazing blinding brazen light I surrender to my ungodly plight
. Feeling wanting hopeful times I remember how soon time will fly
In dreams of me once was the eye the understanding of divides . . .
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