thrills are cheap and love divine.

Feb 18, 2004 03:46

valentines was wonderful.
the best ever.
thank you to all involved.

my girlfriend is the best girlfriend
and the best friend i have.

l-o-v-e

g-l-o-v-e

xo

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Scars of the Elderberries bankholdup4213 February 18 2004, 18:51:27 UTC
Make love moves for the gloved Jews, above new pits of bug juice and fumbling pug-nosed prudes who wear shoes like cats wear catnip girdles, you hurdle and I laugh when you fall, ya'll, the porpoise's call, is falsified, watch lighters and matches tango, having fun ball.

Mega mump love.

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healed by the sullen faeries therecluse February 19 2004, 07:36:16 UTC
here is some thing we all know
if you don't follow the path of the swallow
you'll fly to high
and like icarus your hollow
wings will melt
and everything you felt
will ceast to exist
there's scientific evidence
that:
your face will implode
your synapsis corrode
and your brain will fuckin' freeze
like it's just been eskimoed.

xo

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Re: healed by the sullen faeries bankholdup4213 February 28 2004, 14:33:27 UTC
Here is something you might not get, if you don't keep swimming you're going flip, like bad acid trips unsafe mentally with soft, simple wit, I shove shit in a turkey and throw it through your murky, waters, call me Sgt. Sharkslaughter, I can't fly high enough to see you with your head stuff floating heedlessly through the cosmos, no bluff, change the deck while you're intimidating flounder looking tough, my wings are like archangel fuck angels without edges, your lyrical hedges are cut swift, like treble in bass canyons, smoking double-barrel spliffs shoot your high down like a man, then...well, it seems like your rhymes are panderin'.

Wisen up, sharka.

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Fish Off bankholdup4213 February 27 2004, 00:26:12 UTC
Irises locked up in body bins, some call the cheap lens sim, bionic like a blackwater eel in the gym, lifting with cybernetic arms real swift as I swim, back into waters unheard sonically, esoteric inspectors Syd Barrett fanatic face constructors, instructors rupture beats with memories of heat exhaust pipes and frequences sent to me, by jurassic dinosaurs with cockroach whores, squiggle bug squish kill in my sleep, as I snore, yep, how did you know? creep, back into a canyon, I'm standing on stomachs and clutching hearts like nunchucks, shark are motherfishy, I don't trust them fucks.

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all you can eat therecluse February 27 2004, 01:27:50 UTC
phosphoresent irredesence destroys false pretenses
breaks barriers and fences
so please come to your senses
this war just can't be won
i'm a tank you're a cap gun
so pop! pop! pop!
you're shakier than corn
each phrase is a fake you just can't perform
you're the lady of the lake you're holding up my sword
i grasp and chop heads
while you lay in sea beds
i'm diesel! dior! prada!
you're a knock off pair of keds

xo

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Rubber Toll bankholdup4213 February 27 2004, 00:31:08 UTC
Throw hate on your goofy fat face, to place dapper rappers in a sick dark place, to race across the border with spliffs out the window pane, some call me insane, I call them outbrained, played and rayed by my most nuclear guns that I made up one by one, some move like it's fun, dancing prancing fops offer their souls to the sun, hippie dippy like trippy drugs get me plippy, I throw stars at space lips, they kiss the glove, definitely, not iffy, it's going down, Skippy, peanut butter motherfucker with crunchy nuts in your blubber.

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expected experiences get written off therecluse February 27 2004, 01:49:37 UTC
10 times the tingle
9 ways to wiegh it
8 photographic gyros
7 sexy ways to say it
6 splices spice the spirit
5 future forces hear it
4 fitness experts explode
3 countries import commodes
2 towns touch for touchdown
1 ain't enough to get down

so lay low i say so
all systems are go
i sail under black sails
and sing yo-ho-ho
at swords edge you walk planks
and end up eating plankton
you're tiny ships sank
by my gigantic cannon
so come on bank, what's the fuckin' hold up?
at the first sign of danger, you cower and fuckin' fold up
worse than flimsy chairs
don't meddle in my affairs
these dubloons make loons out of less than millionares
i spend spirits and waste extra epidermis
just the sight of my sigil makes lesser demons nervous

you can't raise the dead my friend!

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Danger Mage bankholdup4213 February 27 2004, 00:37:11 UTC
Automatic spells programmed with technological abilitis, my facilities provoke responses and mad scientist activities, my wizardry and sorcery combat your mental fortress like chopping lumber down if you were the tree in the forest, bored twits complain where's the mofucking crazy shit, pull out bombs and blows bitches through a hole, no, Joel, I run through grounded MCs like Mean Mr. Mole, and fold A&R hobos like dry clothes with a feisty pose, you're all a bunch of 'mos, as this flow combines with magic forces better mind noses that come falling on your head like roses in a female fantasty, putting Anthony your six-arm brother in a vanity plate textured appleseed.

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fairy tales, fairy heads therecluse February 27 2004, 01:37:52 UTC
these words are magic beans that grow into a stalk
so follow where i lead, let's take a little walk
past wolves that ain't nothin but huff and puff
you're playing with the big boys and i just called your bluff
my house is made of stone and you're wearing grandmas clothes
i've mastered poetry and reinvented prose
so hey diddle diddle why don't you suck my fiddle
cuz it makes music so sweet
that it's soothes savages beasts
puts lions right to sleep
and makes little wolves lie down with the sheep

xo

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Brant Fuzzbeam bankholdup4213 February 27 2004, 00:42:45 UTC
Slick like Bruntle water fun balls, better mind the face with the one wall, to block stumbling bumbling animals out of the black room stall, the racks contain more visible blood on blue jazz razz-a-matazz, and stationary fads move out the happy worldbeams and they collapse, happily fallen into the next phase of black mass, company with Charlie Changeling and that super secret slug sucker spazz, you mucky lag, combined with jet now you unpopular, get off the radio, metaphorically dropped then physically dropped, it's red light cold stopping ya.

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robo shark therecluse February 27 2004, 01:19:19 UTC
i swim streams and strip strippers
move full steam with iron flippers
i'm like twenty jack the rippers
you're gilligan to my skipper
and uh oh
there we go
you done it again
so sorry little buddy
but i'm afraid it's the end
whens jaws clench and muscle flexes
you're eyes get drawn with x's
more death penalties than texas
i'm casting evil hexes

gears stop!
(eyes glow)
-system overload-
mal-func-tion!
mal-fuck-tion!
explode! explode!

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Re: robo shark thecoffeeshoppe March 2 2004, 18:56:26 UTC
brilliant brilliant....
you're both brilliant.

but what the fuck.

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