sometimes a cowboy often an asshole

Nourben and Cookie Partys

2004-01-27T09:46:43Z

HI Ho Silver Away
Taunting stick steed
Went to porter away my bags and
saw a gangster in red pant,
She wasn't home though.
MOuntai n dew pouring out sonic the hedghog's ears
Empti lung durbees in stained double brested jackets.

IT DOESN"T NEED TO MAKE SENSE

God Bless the SOS
Because it means help, sam says
it doesn' matter because he black sam says
That's catholic student talk he adds on.
Physically repressed by waking up to AmmY Lou Harris

sappy drunk poetry 1/2 love

2004-01-26T11:11:31Z

Another week ending
Not a let down Sunny Day
Many Good God things
Mugs full and empty
Tea and abandoned ice cubes
Sweet caucasians and christ's blood.
Last sip of a cigarette
The ashen ember forms a point
A friend once told me,
'that means someone's thinking 'bout you.'
I wonder who i hope.

Not a Cent

2004-01-15T12:40:13Z

Once, yesterday some one said no sense is better than some

One who has half a sense is laking some

Thing is though, if you had no sense their would be not half to

not have.

Not half finished sentences, not beginend, just nothing or no T

hing.

Precisely...what?...areyou...thinkingonno?

I would advise against that, quite dangerouswithallthewildmonkeymindsabout

Aposablespaceneglectingdigithumbs,nubs, mmmm cigarette.

The first half better than the second, better to put it out now.

NOthinkkeepongoingon

Now on with the non

Star rats love paradox cheese mind traps

Like eros eye sore or the black snap pans.

Palandromes crack like the negro typewriter flaps.

More black sugar in your white lumpy coffeetea? n o knot m e.

Maybe a lumpy grandmother then? Maybe, Indeed, yes that would be just fine, maybe

Hispanic if you have it, no cocainewrinkles, just caffenefreeoldage kookoo for coacoa Abuelita.

"Hey Sam do you approve?"

No, it contains the onperfect amount of not enough half sense.

Just not enough half of a cent to send Brautigan searching for his portwine pennies.

"What?"

Exactly

Richard & Samuel's Poem

2004-01-13T11:09:24Z

Richual & Samard's Poem

Pigeons with hot sauce tables
Sweet as pickled cabbage
The desire to buy another pack of lucky strikes
Intercom evesdropping
on the secrert lives of bus drivers and
Thrift store outlets with television t-shirts plugged into pricetags
Mass transit windows scraped and sunlit,
Like staring into an ice cubereflection.
22 Express UC 9840
No smoking emergency exits
Senior citizen sanctified seats
Concrete lawn gnomes
Charles and his wagon train by the roadside
Fallen wooden fences on paper bag hills
And we've got the only seat with a safetybelt.