Poems Sad Poems Dark poetry Alcoholic Poet. This is the sour womb where that dying fetus gestates. Poems Sad dark ugly poetry. Alcoholic alone hyperbole sucide sex hate poem. Obvious thieves drew their bullets in colored pencils. taking the distance in wet thumbprints and torn resolve.

Monday, March 19, 2018. I found myself reading the word. I said Howdy; th.

Friday, April 18, 2008. Check out Smut and Steff, click here. Friday, September 21, 2007. Yeah, all right, so now.

A Broadcast No One Will Receive. Lions and Tigers and Maggots. Poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

For you, the dress code is casual. Thursday, July 15, 2010. I guess I decided to just merge my online presence and simplify my life. You can find me at my home, The Cunting Linguist. If you think my writing rocks, then you can check my professional website,. Tuesday, May 19, 2009.

The Torments of a Single Girl. Mental anguish, torture and pent up horny feelings. oh my! Tuesday, August 16, 2011. All anecdotes may or may not be hilarious based on your sense of humour. Monday, July 26, 2010. So howz it goin? I know most guys dont look beneath the cover first. Ive been asking all of my friends that and they dont seem to be able to come up with any suggestions that I havent already tried. So what am I sposed to do? Posted by The Tor.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015. With each step, striding toward your waiting car, your Clubmasters slide a little further down the slick bridge of your nose. Nothing you do is without purpose. Friday, August 7, 2015. You have to be careful.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007. Friday, July 07, 2006.

There falls no shadow where there shines no sun - Hilaire Belloc. Thursday, March 29, 2007. We somehow stumble to our berths, tripping over a few people in the process and arrange our baggage and ourselves and settle down to sleep. Before long, the ticket conductor comes and wakes us up by pulling on my toe. Groggily I show him our ticket and settle back down to sleep, but somehow, sleep evades me. A loud BANG right next to me has me almost jumping out of my skin and the comp.

The autumn of 2006 was one of the best times of my life. it remains a secret as to where i had been. Sunday, May 28, 2006. France - Netherlands - Spring 2006. Monday, January 30, 2006. Have you ever wondered about the contents of my library? .