68barracuda collez votre pistolet vers le haut de votre âne vous mule!!!

Le singe a raison!

Suivez-l'en bas du trou de lapin pour chercher la vérité!!

I second that Precipitate, it makes no sense to me either this statement about art. A poem by me - The diamonds have gone, the light fades Black is the art That conceals In time will we run to the ocean And fall with the insects Into the places They have put Us aside Now it exists independently of m...

'rooftop in a thunderstorm row missing the point'

by the the piper, the boy child, the winner and loser,
the ultimate miner for truth and delusion.

The Land of Dreams Awake, awake, my little boy! Thou wast thy mother's only joy; Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! thy father does thee keep. "O, what land is the Land of Dreams? What are its mountains, and what are its streams? O father! I saw my mother there, Among the lilies by water...

Attack (from The Old Huntsman) AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsi...

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask O...

Pour la princesse de l'esprit de l'homme qui a été laissé dehors sous la pluie 'Octopus' Trip to heave and ho Up down, to and fro You have no word Trip, trip to a dream dragon Hide your wings in a ghost tower Sails cackling at every plate we break 'S cracked by scattered needles The little minute go...

schieben Sie in meine Träume, Bruderschwester 'Dark Globe' Oh where are you now Pussy willow that smiled on this leaf? When I was alone You promised a stone from your heart My head kissed the ground I was half the way down Treading the sand, please Please lift a hand I'm only a person Whose armbands...

A Dream of Wolves 'Wolfpack' Howling the pack in formation appears Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead Waving us back in formation the pack in formation Bowling they bat as a group, and the leader is seen So early, the pack on their backs The fighters through misty the waving The pack in ...

With yellow, red and roomy food, and quivered Crouching on a golden cushion Undressed himself to disappear Through an infinity of pleasure And smiled to free the running me With "Am I my brother's keeper?" His meek hand on devils gloves Shaping running blood The prophecy, to recreate the truth In vi...

Le singe balance dans des arbres de cocaïne.

Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book, I've left my room

For I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry air
lean out of the window, golden hair

You had better watch your back if you intend to make it to the PLaya DM

mrrhhahahahahaa

B.Greenback

SWINEZZ VOICes in my mind, Inthe darknessIN THE WIRES...seek, seek the monkey, leftie hippyscumCUTZ HIS FUCKINGBALLZ OFF I SHALL...oh my poor fiddle is tired to play, scared away The Meat Bees okay, play us a jig though PLAY PLAY DDAMN YOU!!AN IRISH JIG!! quiet...noises, drums, drums in the deep AGA...

Because I heard you singing through the gloom

and if you think you're unloved then we know about that

Rats rats laid out flat we don't need you we act like that