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fierce beastialities*

*disclaimer - these are a collection of inappropriate and sometimes really gross poems. if you are easily disturbed by that kind of thing, please try the low-impact Chris' Sandbox

a birthday poem Some guys go around jingling like slaves if Santa Claus with dingle berries which are little hard balls of dried shit encrusted on asshole hairs ~"Jack Kerourac" (11/27/00)
tickle goat The smell of the tickle goat makes the wood melt. As the colors blend into reality, the bulbous cherry smell permeates my membrane. A porous hole open to the bloody beanie baby. Why does the library seem so dense? A vacant vacation spot of stares. ~melissa (9/15/00)
bugtoat captain Yah Jesus Christmas Dog I hear you like tuna fish? See I was going to say something about a hot dog. Take me home, Daddy-Oh; interpret that as you will. <snort> I want to be your bugtoat captain. I have a leak in my head. yeah ~melissa, kaytie, matt, & trey (9/15/00)
raw penetration Whatever happened to the pot of gold that I chased into eternity? Following faithfully the echoes and the lame sound of sex. ~melissa (9/15/00)
~photo credit - chris

they hibernate,
but have they
kissed the ground?
pucker up and
kiss the asphalt now.

~at the drive-in
photo: jpurvis