stinky cheese paper,
stay away from my nostrils,
you reek of choad sweat.

running from you is what my best defense is...

arrrr captain seahag,
tis true... yer posts changed me life,
like x marks ye spot!

mumble mummble mummmble mummmmle...

i miss touching you,
your red glow would fill the room,
ohhh... the sounds you made.

baby is this love for real?

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i'm not dead,
i'm very much alive,
my pointless yet entertaining haiku's will return,
my sporadic yet thoughtful replies aren't gone,
this should be the last week of the strange,
this is a sign that things are almost back to normal.

there's beauty in the breakdown...

go to the station,
pick a city on the map,
and buy your ticket.

it's not how you play the game, but how you win it.

punch, kick, judo chop,
i'm training for judgment day,
die evil machine!!!

they say that miracles never cease... i've created a devastating masterpiece.

there's a slight flicker,
followed by a muted hum,
this thing's gonna blow!

don't sweat the technique.

should i fold or check?
all of my cards really suck.
awww crap... i'll raise you.

why don't you go eat a decroded piece of crap?

a stab in the back,
or a loving reminder?
do you even know?

here's a present to let you know i still exist.