Prying open my third eye.

[Shukun]

Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In... Out...

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.

"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"

Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...

"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"

Prying open my third eye.

So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.

I opened my eye
And there we were.

So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye.
--
Welcome to TEH usenet, I am TEH GOD!!!!11

http://www.davegotbettersincebleach.com/

.:. removed .SF (spam filter) to reply .:.

In time, they will all bow...

I am the Becoming!

L.L. Shukun!

~SiG~

[projectile vomit chick]

On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

[Shukun]

On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.
--
Welcome to TEH usenet, I am TEH GOD!!!!11

http://www.davegotbettersincebleach.com/

.:. removed .SF (spam filter) to reply .:.

In time, they will all bow...

I am the Becoming!

L.L. Shukun!

~SiG~

[projectile vomit chick]

On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

[Shukun]

On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!
--
Welcome to TEH usenet, I am TEH GOD!!!!11

http://www.davegotbettersincebleach.com/

.:. removed .SF (spam filter) to reply .:.

In time, they will all bow...

I am the Becoming!

L.L. Shukun!

~SiG~

[projectile vomit chick]

On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

[Shukun]

On 3/21/2005 7:47 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

Then soak it in some bleach!
--
Welcome to TEH usenet, I am TEH GOD!!!!11

http://www.davegotbettersincebleach.com/

.:. removed .SF (spam filter) to reply .:.

In time, they will all bow...

I am the Becoming!

L.L. Shukun!

~SiG~

[projectile vomit chick]

On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 23:30:48 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 7:47 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

Then soak it in some bleach!

Put it in a hot wax cocoon!
--
"keep it simple..."

[Shukun]

On 3/23/2005 5:21 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 23:30:48 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 7:47 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

Then soak it in some bleach!

Put it in a hot wax cocoon!
--
"keep it simple..."

This cocks getting the cleanin' of a life time!

"this little cock of mine, i'm gonna make it shine..." LMAO...
--
Welcome to TEH usenet, I am TEH GOD!!!!11

http://www.davegotbettersincebleach.com/

.:. removed .SF (spam filter) to reply .:.

In time, they will all bow...

I am the Becoming!

L.L. Shukun!

~SiG~

[smithmick]

Post by Shukun
On 3/23/2005 5:21 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 23:30:48 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 7:47 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

Then soak it in some bleach!

Put it in a hot wax cocoon!
--
"keep it simple..."

This cocks getting the cleanin' of a life time!
"this little cock of mine, i'm gonna make it shine..." LMAO...

LOL

[projectile vomit chick]

On Wed, 23 Mar 2005 17:26:34 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/23/2005 5:21 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 23:30:48 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 7:47 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

Then soak it in some bleach!

Put it in a hot wax cocoon!
--
"keep it simple..."

This cocks getting the cleanin' of a life time!
"this little cock of mine, i'm gonna make it shine..." LMAO...

BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA!!! Oh fuck, seriously that made me giggle for
five damn minutes! lmaooooooooooo
--
"keep it simple..."

[Shukun]

On 3/24/2005 9:33 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Wed, 23 Mar 2005 17:26:34 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/23/2005 5:21 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 23:30:48 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 7:47 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:18:09 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 1:53 PM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 21 Mar 2005 13:41:24 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.

Pesky penis clogs.
--
"keep it simple..."

Scrub it down with some rubbing alcohol!

Use a bottle brush!
--
"keep it simple..."

Then soak it in some bleach!

Put it in a hot wax cocoon!
--
"keep it simple..."

This cocks getting the cleanin' of a life time!
"this little cock of mine, i'm gonna make it shine..." LMAO...

BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA!!! Oh fuck, seriously that made me giggle for
five damn minutes! lmaooooooooooo
--
"keep it simple..."

Such a shiny head I'm sporting! ^_^
--
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In time, they will all bow...

I am the Becoming!

L.L. Shukun!

~SiG~

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Post by Shukun
On 3/21/2005 9:11 AM I could possibly be going insane but I swear that

Post by projectile vomit chick
On Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:31:14 -0800, in alt.music.nirvana, Shukun

Post by Shukun
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering,
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling,
Down in that hole and back again.
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question,
To find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow,
Pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble,
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons,
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding,
You thought I had run away,
chasing the tail of a dogma.
I opened my eye
And there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought I had run away,
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.

And here I thought this was going to be a poem about un-circumcized
cocks. Hrrrrumph!
--
"keep it simple..."

Smelly head cheese.
--
Welcome to TEH usenet, I am TEH GOD!!!!11
http://www.davegotbettersincebleach.com/
.:. removed .SF (spam filter) to reply .:.
In time, they will all bow...
I am the Becoming!
L.L. Shukun!
~SiG~