your face
is the skin of
everything that I touch
I hide beneath my memories
of you
your face
is the skin of
everything that I touch
I hide beneath my memories
of you
All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients. Ralph Waldo Emerson
of you
memories haunt
recesses of my mind
a tangled web of emotions
linger
linger
don't want to leave
but the door is closing
and I lost the key years ago
somewhere
All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients. Ralph Waldo Emerson
somewhere
there is sunshine
and some where there is rain
some where there is morning town, miles
away
edit: appropriated Judith Durham lyric.
Last edited by ash somers; June 20th, 2010 at 10:09 AM. Reason: to cite sources
That's plagiarism.
Judith wouldn't approve.
hmph
Last edited by The Backward OX; March 27th, 2008 at 12:24 PM.
crikey, has anybody ever told you
you have more front than myers > ?
judithOriginally Posted by The Backward OX
would be flattered
if she knew i used her
werds so eloquently in a
cinquian
I s’pose we must make allowances for Victorians.
It has to be confusing, living there, with the Yarra and all. Too thick to swim in, too thin to plough.
away
in a manger
no crib for his bed the
little lord jesus lay down his
sweet head
Go on chook lady.
Start one with sweet head.
nananananana
Last edited by The Backward OX; March 28th, 2008 at 12:26 AM.
sweet head
between her breasts
gently caressing theeeee
hearing her sounds of pulse & blood
pumping
ha, stick that in your pipe and smoke it > !
Pumping
blood for the bank;
saving the victims you'll
run down next week. For now here's a
cookie.
Last edited by Avenue; March 29th, 2008 at 04:36 AM.
cookie
said the monster
stuffing them into his
blue furry muppet mouth with fists
flailing
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