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joe burden Oct 2012
It has came apparent that Bardstown Ky. Is now being infested with this sickness. Now this sickness is one of the worse of all times. For no one is safe.

        The Sickness of Skittles. Her sickness effect everyone as she is walking. For that smell that comes from her deep, wide hole.

        For the wind that blows with her every step.

        For when she spreads her legs ever so wide, Giving it all to you. For that yellow and green fluid that is oozing from her wide *****. That is now all over your hands and your mouth. For that is not her cuming. For that is the start of her sickness

        For that smell you are smelling, no that is not from a busted rotten egg. For that is the smell of the sickness that lives with inside her beat up *****.

         Her ***** has turned black, thats from where she is no longer human anymore for the sickness as taken over. What is that sharp pain. The pain that feels like the snake bit entering you. Thats the sickness, For it is now entering into your vain now

          You say you want to see this sickness. Well just grab you a flashlight, Now slowly slide your head inside her black dark hole. For i must warn you now to beware of the things you might find inside there. The things the sickness has not yet digested yet. Now for your safety do not remove the toys, or the Pepsi bottles that could still be inside there.

            Now i do ask if you find a webcam in there. Please grab that. For i am needing that back.  

           NOW hurry before the sickness eats you. For believe  me i have escaped This SICKNESS of SKITTLES *****.

            That is now infesting my ex- best-friend
Amela Kovacevic Jun 2018
Evening.
Below fifty degrees.
Leaves of the deciduous quickly fall,
shielding our view of the damp pavement;
Strays latch onto our shoes.
I attempt stepping on as many as I can -
a child easily amused.
I've forgotten those days
and concurrently wonder if they ever happened at all.
I grew as quick as the deciduous withers,
golden sap enduring through my veins
so that each day gains another fragment of me.
By winter, I'll be bare,
not certain of whether I'll see you in April.
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2022
A Romantic is always afraid deep inside
expectations will never come true

Chasing a mirage that stays beyond reach
waiting and hoping in lieu…

A Romantic betroths those lies of the heart
in amorous moments to roam

Wooing a dream that’s jilted by sleep
to wander, to wonder—alone

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

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