love eating pickles
hate snow
Oct 19, 2013

love eating pickles
love putting pickles in my shoes
love the pickles on my toes
love that stinky pickle smell
love eating pickles

Sk8 for lyf

I am punx

Shut up mom n dad

I'm 2 kool 4 skool lol

Crunk. Yolo.

ur nut the boss of meez

Im gunna play gaia online

Sk8 like t0ny hawk

Sk8 or die

Arrest me, i'm a sk83r

He was a sk8er b0i

\m/

Sm0k c1gs

c8illin wit my br0z

v4ns w4rp3d tour

SK8PUNX4LYF.

I sensually rub pickles

I sensually rub pickles

on your torso.

My lust for you

is like black coffee.

Really strong with an after effect of diarrhea

I am jittery for you my dear

Let me rub this yo-yo all over your ear.

A thief broke into my house

and saw a naked grandma

so he left.

Fried pickles distract, but
MoMo
MoMo
Mar 26, 2012

Salty with a tang
My Great Aunt Nita’s little gift
To make us happy…
They are
I’m not
I worry like a mother about her child
She’s gone again
Dead to the world
No matter how much shaking and calling I do
She’s gone
Another breaded miracle in my mouth
Yum
Momentary bliss, a high
Then the crash
Fried pickles distract, but
Once reality returns
I’m still worried
She’s still gone

One time within thee grass

I bent to wipe my ass

And where the paper thou?

For this I shall not know.

I sat in much despair

My muddy pubic hair

Drenched in a mud of brown

My whole world upside down.

Across the field I call

A fair maiden and where all

The grass spread like ROM

This maiden was my mom.

Alas! I called to three

A motherly lady

Who gave me parchment for the anus

I thank thee maiden, For not wiping is heinous.

I see a large, muscular men

He is strong, like hen.

Look at your chin.

He comes up to me.

"what's up good lookin?"

I romantically gaze in his eyes.

"get away from me, you creep, this is a library."

The man pants heavily, with his bulge in his right hand.

He steals my little brother and does the magic dance.

All of a sudden, it consumes me.

The bulge is life.

I am the bulge.

The bulge is the labyrinth.

We are the bulge.

Bulge.

The bulge.

David Bulge Bowie.

Jareth

The bulge.

You are like sweet pickles.
Julia Spohn
Mar 1, 2011

You are like sweet pickles.
I prefer dill,
Always have and always will
And your taste will never be enough.

But I choose you
Because you are the
Only thing on the table
That looks familiar.

Your skin is just as
Pleasing as a dill pickle,
But this little similarity will only
Sour my smile,
And my disappointment in your taste
Will become quite apparent
As it echoes through the tunnels and channels of my
Lips and eyes.

But I’ve passed up cheeses
And wines for you
(The cheeses are unfamiliar,
Smelly, and fattening; the
Wines turn me red
And stupid).

Yes, I have chosen you.
I hope your eyes dilate at that
And the growing and enveloping blackness
Takes over your vision and your will,
Rendering me invisible
But twice as lovely and
Four times as dangerous.

With you blinded now, sweet pickles,
Let me tie you up in my fingers
And kill you.

and Pickles from the jar,
Gypsy Bard

and Pickles from the jar,
and tiny little cars,
lined up against a hospital, far.

#fucking   #bro   #pickles  

pull my finger girl

pull my finger.

hey girl, pull my finger.

Hey girl, you like farts?

pull my finger.

I am the small woman sitting aross from you in the red dress.

Come here are pull my finger.

I see you there, sitting across me.

Are I's meat.

Stop praying to Jesus, what is this a church?


Oh wait it is.

I'm not here to pick up chicks, I'm only here cause I got invited.

Come here, I will fart for you.

She oft praises the strokes of my pen
Yet when her image comes into mind
The words in my head run thin
And my ink runs prematurely dry

I have not written a thing worth mentioning
For the girl with the cute button nose
The hand clasped ‘round my pen begins fidgeting
As my mind remembers her toes

I stare blankly at pages of paper
When my mind’s eye conjures her smile
My cerebral wells start to taper
Though my love for her flows as the Nile

The beauty of her body is not justified in text
So I will spare you the reading: her beauty is best

 
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