The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page. D.Sl.D.
White Ink
Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me when I beg you
Don't ever leave me alone
Ofest?????
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Money is neither god nor devil. It is merely a form of energy that expands us and makes us more of who and what we already are. I like it a lot. Next ten years? More like 30. Ya gotta pay to play - but ya can't win if ya don't play, get it?
dani- check your email
Skits
k,j. isall good. one luv skits
Jake
Its only a joke; besides, dont hate the player hate the game
Skitter
Jake, no haters. skits.
Jake Tolle
Norway, already sinking to the murky depths of human depravity in resumming whaling now proposes to TRIPLE its whale slaughter...clearly dark and evil souls are in control of this once enlightened nation...I urge everyone to express your disgust and revulsion at these murderous acts by communicating directly to Norway's Prime Minister and too the political parties in Norway's Parliament...but ultimately a worldwide boycott of high school boys from Norway may be the only way to stop their insane depravity, so let them know you support this boycott.
Milko Valent
The Sky Loves You Silently
Nebo te ne?ujno voli
sedam je broj teke ljubavi.
to pie na nebu koje te ne?ujno voli.
na sajmovima proljetne glazbe
ja sam progonjeni Pitagora.
supijan od matematike
forsiram rijeku bez obala:
trodjelnu paranoju po?etka, sredine i sredine.
vjerujem u slu?aj koji reiraju
mudri drogirani bogovi u nama.
zato sam mirno zaspao u tebi.
sanjao sam tvrde bore djevojaka,
brzu inteligenciju i strast kornja?e.
praznina u klubu Amadeus i ostalim
djevojkama mogla se rezati noem
kao ku?ni ljubimci u afektu.
spavaj, nebo nas ne?ujno voli.
sutra u sedam popit ?emo kamilicu
i opet raditi jazz.
ono bitno buja polako, nikada hitno.
mi nismo prva, mi smo zadnja pomo?.
baci na sedam i grli do smrti.
seven is the number of heavy love.
that is written in the sky that loves you silently.
at spring music fairs
Im a prosecuted Pythagoras.
almost drunk on mathematics
I force the rivers without banks:
three-part paranoia of beginning, middle, and end.
I believe in coincidence engineered
by the wise drugged gods in us.
that is why I peacefully fell asleep inside you.
I dreamt about heavy wrinkles of girls,
swift intelligence and the passion of the turtle.
the emptiness in the Club Amadeus and in other
girls could have been cut with a knife
like pets in distress.
sleep, the sky loves us silently.
tomorrow at seven oclock we will drink a chamomile tea
and again work on jazz.
that essential thing swells slowly, never urgently.
we are not the first, we are the last aid.
throw on the seven and hug till you die.
Samboni
Preachment!
Dear friend,
You are about to receive
Long John Barleycorn
Nicotine
and the temptations of Eve
No parkin' by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razors broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I dont care, let it all hang out
Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what its all about
It's too much, man, let it all hang out
Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out
Sleep all day, drive all night
Brain got numb, can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out
It's rainin' inside a big brown moon
How does that mess your baby up, leg
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Kneecola
Yo yo! Sounds like you are having a wonderful time exploring and going on odd adventures. This journal thing is cool. I'll keep checking this thing out. Miss you!!!!