I really shouldn't be writing when there are so many things to worry about like chickens with gengibitis and constipated mice that blow up when drinking coke. One of these days those people (I'm looking at you Jack White) will be sued for marketing to prepubescent rodents. But I write anyways.
I write because the devil tells me to, no wait, I flush twice because the devil tells me to. He's in a coma now, as if you gave a rat's ass (poor rats have no ass , donate yours for Christmas) and I just feel guilty for picking up the bloody happy meal after he was shot in a fast food drive thru by a gang of albino underwear models dressed in Che Guevarra outfits. I mean not since being powned by Jesus in rap battle (never rap battle Jesus Echeverria, that dude is crazy) has the devil felt so down. I mean the last lyric of his rap went "Ouch, you broke my waltercheung" (Damn it, what's German for world view? I'm pretty sure it's not Walter Cheung, that guy was in my English class, I bet he knows). I'm just saying, people need to start listening to the devil again, search deep inside yourselves and pluck that little man inside of you (playing footsie with your pancreas)with tweezers and feed him to the cats (for no reason other than that he was distracting me). Now where was I? Where am I? Why am I wearing diapers? Damn it, Judge Ito, I already told you, I don't remember.
But seriously, I write poems when the toothfairy comes around. I give her one tooth for every poem I write so I make sure not to write too much, and she sells my teeth for crack, also known as Snow White, from the seven "little people" who run an underground porn ring for people with tooth fetishes.
I write because the devil tells me to, no wait, I flush twice because the devil tells me to. He's in a coma now, as if you gave a rat's ass (poor rats have no ass , donate yours for Christmas) and I just feel guilty for picking up the bloody happy meal after he was shot in a fast food drive thru by a gang of albino underwear models dressed in Che Guevarra outfits. I mean not since being powned by Jesus in rap battle (never rap battle Jesus Echeverria, that dude is crazy) has the devil felt so down. I mean the last lyric of his rap went "Ouch, you broke my waltercheung" (Damn it, what's German for world view? I'm pretty sure it's not Walter Cheung, that guy was in my English class, I bet he knows). I'm just saying, people need to start listening to the devil again, search deep inside yourselves and pluck that little man inside of you (playing footsie with your pancreas)with tweezers and feed him to the cats (for no reason other than that he was distracting me). Now where was I? Where am I? Why am I wearing diapers? Damn it, Judge Ito, I already told you, I don't remember.
But seriously, I write poems when the toothfairy comes around. I give her one tooth for every poem I write so I make sure not to write too much, and she sells my teeth for crack, also known as Snow White, from the seven "little people" who run an underground porn ring for people with tooth fetishes.
- Last seen on Nov 16 1:14 AM 2006. Member since July 29, 2005.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 107 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Truth is overrated".
- I am a 24 year old guy (erhere)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a misunderstood clownkiller.
- Visit my homepage at www.bumswithteeth.com
- I have 107 comments
My Poetry
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Tonight I’ll be aluminum.
An abandoned robot32 lines, 11 comments, November 10, 2005. In Other -
I glance at this mirror
that holds my face for a while,57 lines, 13 comments, November 6, 2005. In Other -
I roamed the silent streets of 9 to 5127 lines, 5 comments, October 6, 2005. In Other
My Stories
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Raindrops rose into retreating clouds, torn like the ripped garments of the morning moon, the red moon that hung over the hungry, reluctant sea
as it spit out the Ciguapa’s269 lines, 1 comment, July 30, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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Rented Emotion on August 12, 2006After reading your author's page, I have come to the conclusion that you are pretty damn funny or crazy so I guess thats not really a conclusion now is it?
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BlackWidow43 on January 18, 2006where are you lazarus?? you're supposed to be undying... therefore.. u should be here... i hope you are ok. i miss you and your nuttiness.
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Blkwidow77 on December 11, 2005where are you... where are you... where are you... Where is my friend?...
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UndyingLazarus on November 28, 2005Hey, now, no molesting took place. The way that dolphin was screaming I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it (and the roach came later, during my curious years (twas a male roach).
