CDIH

alit upon my fence this morning
and started to sing it's beautiful song,
he turned his head and looked upon me,
and somehow I knew the song was just for me.

I saw a roach this morning.
I drowned him in the sink.
Then had a cup of tea.

:crackhead: :crackhead: :crackhead:

did it look like this?

i just looked out my window and i saw




Edited By NaughtyAngel on July 30 2002 at 11:21

A yellow bird, with a yellow bill
was sitting on my window sill
I lured him in with crumbs of bread
and then I smashed his little head.
The moral of this story is,
to get some head, you need some bread.:blow:

The Burn


If I hated you any harder,
I would burn up like those people
in those pictures of spontaneous human combustion.
There’d be a black and white picture of an arm chair
with an untouched sneakered leg left propped up against the magazine rack.

If I hated you any harder,
I would burn up like the food you drop from a pan
on to the gas jets, blue and orange.
I’d turn charcoal black and I’d smell like bubbly fat
or whatever bacon grease-covered scrambled egg smells like when it hits searing metal.

If I hated you any harder,
I’d burn up all over like that tiny patch of skin on my forearm.
I’d be a shiny pearl pink and scar tissue white
just like that quarter-sized little bit that I accidentally pressed up against the engine of your car
when I cut your brake lines.