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Posted by Hawley Griffin on 06-07-2008 12:00 AM:

desperate death poetry for Pinecrika

Someday they shall dig my hole in the ground,
In an old-fashioned graveyard just outside of town.
The trees there are ancient and so are the stones
The people beneath them are just dust and bones.

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Posted by ignatz mouse on 06-07-2008 12:02 AM:

from the minute you're born you are dying
if I weren't laughing right now I'd be crying
excuse me, I just farted.


Posted by rodney on 06-07-2008 12:04 AM:

The Dickle is strong in this one
Twisting and turning through the veins
It's the greatest water park in history
Fuck off, you aren't invited

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Posted by Coincidence on 06-07-2008 03:01 AM:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UkDMrG6tog

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You're in the wrnght place.


Posted by Goedile on 06-07-2008 04:50 AM:

Was on one cold winter's night
And the wind blew across the wild moor
Poor Mary came wand'ring with a child in her arms
And she stopped at her own father's door.
Oh, father, oh father, she cried
Come down and open the door
Or this child in my arms, will perish and die
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.

Oh why did I leave this fair spot
Where once I was happy and free
This wide world to roam, with no friends or no home
And no one to have pity on me.

But the father was deaf to her cry
Not the sound of her voice, did he hear
For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled
And the winds blew across the wild moor.

Oh, how the old man must have felt
When he opened the door, the next morn'
And found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Clasped close in it's dead mother's arms.
In anguish, he pulled his gray hair
And the tears, down his cheeks, they did pour
When he saw how that night, they had perished and died

From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
The old man, his life, pined away
And the child, to it's mother, went soon
And no one they say, lives there to this day
And the old house, to ruin, has gone.

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Posted by Talarohk on 06-07-2008 05:09 AM:

The sound of a gun
Not half as satisfying
As cries of pleasure

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Posted by Talarohk on 06-07-2008 05:12 AM:

Come the anarchy
'Cricka gets his own haren
Damned stable gov'mint!

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Posted by billgerat on 06-07-2008 05:23 AM:

In the face without masks
Death is a woman
In the moment you know yourself
Death is a woman
At the end of all questions
Death is a woman
As the well of all answers
Death is a woman
At the end of all regrets
Death is a woman
In the liberation through tears
Death is a woman
As the relief from battle
Death is a woman
In the loving embrace
Death is a woman
As the end of all pain
Death is a woman
As the return to the source
Death is a woman
In the dreamless sleep
Death is a woman
In the endless peace
Death is a woman

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Posted by magnolia on 06-07-2008 05:56 AM:

now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take.

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Posted by Mister Freign on 06-07-2008 09:10 AM:

motes of meat.
flash of heat.
blood-filled clocks.
wires and locks.
loam and stones.
painless bones.


Posted by Coincidence on 06-07-2008 11:49 AM:

To those whom I miss,
And to those who would miss me

Life is short, but long in the living
Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future
Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain

There where that tunnel so familiar
And that wall banishing the light
Stifling forever the hope of better day

Curs'd be she who gave me birth
Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance
I am weary of the struggle for chimeras
Of sensing the weight of time, past and future

I began my descent as from that first day
This night shall be mine, that of the great leap
There will be a war, a key, a door

Faced with the dilemma of the cord
Short are the paths which lead to the tomb

Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet
The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness

This profound and absolute darkness
Which I have dreamed of for so long.

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You're in the wrnght place.


Posted by Coincidence on 06-07-2008 12:05 PM:

Hideous louse!
The face deformed by horror
By the fear of life's duties
By the anguish of the unknown

Born in blood and tears
You'll bleed and cry when the day you die

Welcome to the world of the living
Here's your supreme punishment
Look at the wound of life
That only death will be able to heal

Oh! bulged tummy women
Oh! deformed body women
From your filthy womb
It's death to whom you give birth

Hideous louse!
The face deformed by horror
By the fear of the nothingness of death
By the anguish of the unknown

Welcome to the kingdom of the dead
Here's your promised reward
Looks on you to close again
The great vagina of the earth.

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You're in the wrnght place.


Posted by dogcow on 06-07-2008 12:24 PM:

lolololol
lololol
lol

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Posted by Mugtoe on 06-08-2008 12:17 AM:

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?f...ideoid=35650089

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Originally posted by Smug Git
The brotherhood of melon loving will save us all, I am sure of it.


Posted by billgerat on 06-08-2008 01:37 AM:

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

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