Thursday, 23 December 2010

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Thursday, 16 December 2010

Christmas Poem

santa slaps his dick,
now its red at the end,
he puts a reign on it,
chasing children
he claims its magic,
he claims Rudolph doesn't bite,
he force-feeds it carrots,
then sleeps.

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Saturday, 4 December 2010

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you fucking bastard de
humidifier cunting de humid
ify my life (strife - moving forward (
create a foreword to
your favorite book) look, picture hook)
fucking slut
slitty slut slats
of a flat pack furni
ture, mature whore lookin doore.

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cheese board i'm bored
red wine on the tv
come run d m c me
urban hip hop
not the top
of my i
pod
i
pood
all over inventions
of black 21st centuary
britain
europe
corner of this
dusty old uni
verse, terse, how old
is the word
of the bird
who first cawed upon
the branch
and now stands
insignificant
insignificant as
the rest,
all,
all of it;
useless fucking dirt clogging
the useless fucking pores
of this great sweating hunk
of meat that we play in to,
anal butt plugs of
an anal butt plug,
slowly expanding to
a thin white line.