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viscera

Avatar: 244707 2011-07-31 00:17:44 -0400
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What is it?

Not really safe for work.


There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose male reproductive organ was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin
If my ear was a woman's genitals I could **** it!

viscera

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I have a lot of favorite poems, but this is one of them.



Women Are Hungry

by Dominique Lowell


Women are hungry. They be hoes. They be sittin on

your stoop waiting to drink your beer. Eat Your Food.

Suck your male reproductive organ. Women are hungry. They need your

favorite shirt your leather jacket a house and a car

they just neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed .

And they wanna tell you things. Pretty little things

about the light in your eyes and the feel of your thighs

they wanna shave your balls. Wanna know all your

masturbatory nightmares, about every clit you ever

licked every bum you ever eyed so they can slice them

all to ribbons. They’re insatiable envelopes gawking open mouthed

must have must have must have it you now

whoremothergoddesspriestessconvictjailer

needyneedyneedyneedy

need your sperm need your job need space. Need more

impossible paint for another impossible face. Blackened

purple eyes and concrete shaped nails. Puffy crimson

lips. The beaten look, that’s it. Already been hit.

Well feed me. Feed me beer and cigarettes and dead idols

who make me feel like I might have a reason to die too.

Give me war and Coca-Cola and the promise of another

American Chance. Give me another good song to dance to.

Tell me I’m not fat. Tell me my mammary glands are jewels, my

nipples gumdrops. Tell me we can pay the rent tomorrow.

Tell me we are just like John and Yoko, only I get to

die first o.k.? I get to be the one they light the candles

for in Central Park, o.k.?

**** Women. They are such ****tish catfight evile ****es

every one of them. Beware. Beware. They know what they

are doing. Does that scare you? Are you scared?

Women are hungry. Hungry for balance. I been called a

whore so many times I guess I am one. And it’s not you

personally I want anything out of it’s the world. The

world owes me big time. The world leaves me hungry.

Melanin-Enha-
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Avatar: 174541 2012-01-02 15:34:06 -0500

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If I can write this, my whole life has been wasted. I'm worthless and awful.

Dinosauria, We

—-

Born like this

Into this

As the chalk faces smile

As Mrs. Death laughs

As the elevators break

As political landscapes dissolve

As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree

As the oily fish spit out their oily prey

As the sun is masked

We are

Born like this

Into this

Into these carefully mad wars

Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness

Into bars where people no longer speak to each other

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

Born into this

Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed

Into a place where the mbumes elevate fools into rich heroes

Born into this

Walking and living through this

Dying because of this

Muted because of this

Castrated

Debauched

Disinherited

Because of this

Fooled by this

Used by this

****ed on by this

Made crazy and sick by this

Made violent

Made inhuman

By this

The heart is blackened

The fingers reach for the throat

The gun

The knife

The bomb

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god

The fingers reach for the bottle

The pill

The powder

We are born into this sorrowful deadliness

We are born into a government 60 years in debt

That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt

And the banks will burn

Money will be useless

There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets

It will be guns and roving mobs

Land will be useless

Food will become a diminishing return

Nuclear power will be taken over by the many

Explosions will continually shake the earth

Radiated robot men will stalk each other

The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms

Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground

The sun will not be seen and it will always be night

Trees will die

All vegetation will die

Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men

The sea will be poisoned

The lakes and rivers will vanish

Rain will be the new gold

The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind

The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases

And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition

The petering out of supplies

The natural effect of general decay

And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

Born out of that.

The sun still hidden there

Awaiting the next chapter.

—-

Written by Charles Bukowski.

—-

Melanin-Enhanced Individual edited this message on 11/22/2010 9:10AM

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If I can write this, my whole life has been wasted. I'm worthless and awful.

viscera Posted:

awwww yeah

viscera

Avatar: 244707 2011-07-31 00:17:44 -0400
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Cut

by Sylvia Plath



What a thrill ——

My thumb instead of an onion.

The top quite gone

Except for a sort of hinge


Of skin,

A flap like a hat,

Dead white.

Then that red plush.


Little pilgrim,

The Indian’s axed your scalp.

Your turkey wattle

Carpet rolls


Straight from the heart.

I step on it,

Clutching my bottle

Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.

Out of a gap

A million soldiers run,

Redcoats, every one.


Whose side are they on?

O my

Homunculus, I am ill.

I have taken a pill to kill


The thin

Papery feeling.

Saboteur,

Kamikaze man ——


The stain on your

Gauze Ku Klux Klan

Babushka

Darkens and tarnishes and when

The balled

Pulp of your heart

Confronts its small

Mill of silence


How you jump ——

Trepanned veteran,

Dirty girl,

Thumb stump.

KING KING KI-
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KING

Avatar: 190122 2011-07-31 00:25:04 -0400
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Level 62 Troll

Mbumive fabulous person Mbumive fabulous person Mbumive fabulous person

The Raven, man

I’ve heard so many, it’s just its flow..

Chuck Diesel

Avatar: 220714 2013-05-25 22:35:57 -0400
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viscera Posted:

What is it?

­Pylons

viscera

Avatar: 244707 2011-07-31 00:17:44 -0400
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Chuck Diesel Posted:

­Pylons

Here Chuck, I wrote a poem for you. It’s a haiku.


Pylons

Pylons are awesome.
You require more pylons.
**** you, Chuck Diesel.

Aurum

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Level 61 Hacker

INCIT is like my birthday party but with more people

Has to be Solitary Reaper…. or.. The Road Less Traveled By

iDavid

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Level 69 Hacker

very special beyond belief

”...And so it came to pbum that the Countess, who once bathed in the rejuvenating blood of a hundred virgins, was buried alive…And her castle in which so many cruel deeds took place fell rapidly into ruin. Rising over the buried dungeons in that god-forsaken wilderness, a solitary tower, like some monument to Evil, is all that remains.

The Countess’ fortune was believed to be divided among the clergy, although some say that more remains unfound, still buried alongside the rotting skulls that bear mute witness to the inhumanity of the human creature.”

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Avatar: 174541 2012-01-02 15:34:06 -0500

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Level 35 Troll

If I can write this, my whole life has been wasted. I'm worthless and awful.

iDavid Posted:

”...And so it came to pbum that the Countess, who once bathed in the rejuvenating blood of a hundred virgins, was buried alive…And her castle in which so many cruel deeds took place fell rapidly into ruin. Rising over the buried dungeons in that god-forsaken wilderness, a solitary tower, like some monument to Evil, is all that remains.

The Countess’ fortune was believed to be divided among the clergy, although some say that more remains unfound, still buried alongside the rotting skulls that bear mute witness to the inhumanity of the human creature.”

elizabeth bathory?

iDavid

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Lee_Harvey_Oswald Posted:

elizabeth bathory?

That is where the concept came from, but actually it is from Diablo 2.

Chuck Diesel

Avatar: 220714 2013-05-25 22:35:57 -0400
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viscera Posted:

Here Chuck, I wrote a poem for you. It’s a haiku.


Pylons

Pylons are awesome.
You require more pylons.
**** you, Chuck Diesel.

­Your yeast was thriving

But now it has subsided

Thank you Monistat

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Avatar: 7241 2011-07-31 00:42:33 -0400
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Level 35 Camwhore

Oh whoops, I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong

To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-gno

Come play with me;

Why should you run

Through the shaking tree

As though I’d a gun

To strike you dead?

When all I would do

Is to scratch your head

And let you go.

Bill_Murray_Fan_7383 edited this message on 12/09/2010 1:30AM

iDavid

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Waiting for the fish to bite.

Or waiting for wind to fly a kite.

Or waiting around for Friday night

Or waiting perhaps for their UncleJake

Or a pot to boil or a better break

Or a string of pearls or a pair of pants

Or a wig with curls or another chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

-Dr. Seuss

viscera

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Last Night I Drove a Car
by Gregory Corso


Last night I drove a car

not knowing how to drive

not owning a car

I drove and knocked down

people I loved

...went 120 through one town.

I stopped at Hedgeville

and slept in the back seat

...excited about my new life.

lolbronnih

Avatar: 103335 2010-01-24 16:16:08 -0500
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kinda looks like martha stewart while stirring

viscera Posted:

Cut

by Sylvia Plath



What a thrill ——

My thumb instead of an onion.

The top quite gone

Except for a sort of hinge


Of skin,

A flap like a hat,

Dead white.

Then that red plush.


Little pilgrim,

The Indian’s axed your scalp.

Your turkey wattle

Carpet rolls


Straight from the heart.

I step on it,

Clutching my bottle

Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.

Out of a gap

A million soldiers run,

Redcoats, every one.


Whose side are they on?

O my

Homunculus, I am ill.

I have taken a pill to kill


The thin

Papery feeling.

Saboteur,

Kamikaze man ——


The stain on your

Gauze Ku Klux Klan

Babushka

Darkens and tarnishes and when

The balled

Pulp of your heart

Confronts its small

Mill of silence


How you jump ——

Trepanned veteran,

Dirty girl,

Thumb stump.

big love for this, 2nd best Plath poem fo’sho. I do a pretty fab Plath impression and all.

but maybe Sunny Prestatyn/The Whitsun Weddings by Philip Larkin.

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