Sanding our assholes with 150 grit. Slowly. Lovingly.

Absurdist Thursday

One Moment in Annihilation's Waste,
One moment, of the Well of Life to taste--
The Stars are setting, and the Caravan
Starts for the dawn of Nothing--Oh, make haste!

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
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January 26th, 2006 8:31am
Cunt.
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January 26th, 2006 8:35am
Dear Mr. Richard Head,

It is extremely regrettable to note that you have such an  obsession with the family of Felidae. Maybe you have not seen one for a while. My condolences. Perhaps if you avoided your excessive focus on aspects fundamental, you could stand a chance. Good luck.
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January 26th, 2006 9:05am
I've gotten more pussy than you will ever smell, KayJay.
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January 26th, 2006 9:06am
It's considered very unsociable to be completely unto onself. Yet, should you be content having all of yourself for none but you, it is entirely your choice altogether, though self-contentment is one of the most difficult things to judge.
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January 26th, 2006 9:33am

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