Things To Do While Waiting For Death... 2007

[harrymcnallysblueandwhitearmy 1,689]

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My Love

Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms pendulous as the lily in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your drum voice and leaps like a donkey at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great crow wing.

I am comforted by your tie that I carry into the twilight of liverpoolbeams and hold next to my toe.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of beer.

As my eye falls from my cardigan, it reminds me of your toy.

In the quiet, I listen for the last fart of the day.

My heated buttocks leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret book so that we may trundle as one, buttocks to buttocks, in search of the magnificient black and mystical bass of love

[Handrejka 1,904]

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My Love

Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms pendulous as the lily in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your drum voice and leaps like a donkey at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great crow wing.

I am comforted by your tie that I carry into the twilight of liverpoolbeams and hold next to my toe.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of beer.

As my eye falls from my cardigan, it reminds me of your toy.

In the quiet, I listen for the last fart of the day.

My heated buttocks leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret book so that we may trundle as one, buttocks to buttocks, in search of the magnificient black and mystical bass of love

 

Fantastic

 

Here's my effort

 

Your skin glows like the pear, blossoms sparkly as the geranium in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your harp voice and leaps like a tasmanian tiger at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great moa wing.

I am comforted by your sock that I carry into the twilight of lightswitchbeams and hold next to my nose.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of brandy.

As my head falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your radiator.

In the quiet, I listen for the last boom of the day.

My heated wrist leaps to my bra. I wait in the moonlight for your secret kettle so that we may to play as one, wrist to wrist, in search of the magnificient magenta and mystical iron of love.

[Star Crossed 33]

... I wait in the moonlight for your secret kettle so that we may to play as one, wrist to wrist, in search of the magnificient magenta and mystical iron of love.

Is that a euphemism?

[Lard Bazaar 3,800]

My Love

 

 

Your skin glows like the kiwi, blossoms sweaty as the crocus in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your oboe voice and leaps like a dingo at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great woodpecker wing.

I am comforted by your snood that I carry into the twilight of paperclipbeams and hold next to my tibia.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.

As my navel falls from my socks, it reminds me of your pencil.

In the quiet, I listen for the last guinea pig's wheek of the day.

My heated eyelid leaps to my legwarmers. I wait in the moonlight for your secret duster so that we may wallpaper as one, eyelid to eyelid, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical table of love.

[Boudicca 702]

Feed your baby "discreetly" ( ) in this stylish and educational top.

[Lady Grendel 139]

My effort:

 

Your skin glows like the ugli fruit, blossoms huge as the hemlock in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your lyre voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great vulture wing.

I am comforted by your bra that I carry into the twilight of bookbeams and hold next to my shoulder.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of gin.

As my elbow falls from my boots, it reminds me of your bowl.

In the quiet, I listen for the last boom of the day.

My heated nipples leaps to my bodice. I wait in the moonlight for your secret TV so that we may run as one, nipples to nipples, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical washing line of love.

[Madame Defarge 21]

Brilliant, Lady Grendel!

 

Mine goes like this:

MY LOVE

 

Your skin glows like the pomegranite

blossoms stormy as the petunia in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your mandolin voice and

leaps like a cougar at the whispers of your name.

The evening floats in on a great bluebird

wing.

I am comforted by your shoe that I carry

into the twilight of bucketbeams and hold

next to my toe.

I am filled with hope that I might dry your tears of Koolaid.

As my finger falls from my scarf, it

reminds me of your lamp.

In the quiet, I listen for the last crash of

the day.

My heated finger leaps to my hat. I wait

in the moonlight for your secret doorknob

so that we may flow as one, finger to

finger, in search of the magnificent red

and mystical bathtub of love.

[Lady Grendel 139]

Feed your baby "discreetly" ( ) in this stylish and educational top.

 

Looking forward to seeing the photos of you in one of those Bou, hopefully before baby is sick on it!

[Lady Grendel 139]

Send your granny for a tattoo, I suppose it's more interesting for them than baking cakes.

[Lord Fellatio Nelson 6,220]

Enrol at the Banshees Scream Poetry School.

 

My Love

Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms pendulous as the lily in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your drum voice and leaps like a donkey at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great crow wing.

I am comforted by your tie that I carry into the twilight of liverpoolbeams and hold next to my toe.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of beer.

As my eye falls from my cardigan, it reminds me of your toy.

In the quiet, I listen for the last fart of the day.

My heated buttocks leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret book so that we may trundle as one, buttocks to buttocks, in search of the magnificient black and mystical bass of love

How did I miss this?

 

 

Your skin glows like the tangerine, blossoms big as the daffodil in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a slug at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great mynah wing.

I am comforted by your sock that I carry into the twilight of dungeonbeams and hold next to my anus.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.

As my finger falls from my hat, it reminds me of your tricycle.

In the quiet, I listen for the last meow of the day.

My heated scrotum leaps to my tie. I wait in the moonlight for your secret kipper so that we may old as one, scrotum to scrotum, in search of the magnificient maroon and mystical elephant of love.

 

Quality.

Didnt know BS had his own site.

[Sweet_Sorrow 0]

Sharpen your pencils while you wait for the next deathlist success

[Tuber Mirum 125]

I reckon Art Garfunkel couldn't have done better.

 

Leonard Nimoy perhaps, but not Art Garfunkel.

 

Your skin glows like the ugli, blossoms ponderous as the chrysanthemum in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your ophecleide voice and leaps like a platypus at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great pterodactyl wing.

I am comforted by your sou'wester that I carry into the twilight of hymnbookbeams and hold next to my lower leg.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Marmite.

As my upper leg falls from my flippers, it reminds me of your poem.

In the quiet, I listen for the last silence of the day.

My heated upper other leg leaps to my wetsuit. I wait in the moonlight for your secret love so that we may come as one, upper other leg to upper other leg, in search of the magnificient puce and mystical rainbarrel of love.

[Banshees Scream 110]

It doesn't get more surreal then this everybody. (Hold your breath)

 

Please somebody tell me that I'm now officially losing my mind.

 

Barack Obama and Dick Cheney are f****n cousins!!!

 

http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNew...621534220071016

[Star Crossed 33]

It doesn't get more surreal then this everybody ...

 

Barack Obama and Dick Cheney are f****n cousins!!!

Americans found to be f*****g cousins? Hardly front-page news, BS.

[CarolAnn 926]

This made me the envy of all the high school students I know:

 

Your skin glows like the Mango, blossoms boring as the corpse flower in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your Aquaggaswack voice and leaps like a aye-aye at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great turken wing.

I am comforted by your sari that I carry into the twilight of bookcasebeams and hold next to my appendix.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.

As my gallbladder falls from my burqa, it reminds me of your vinyl.

In the quiet, I listen for the last roar of the day.

My heated uterus leaps to my corset. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bottle so that we may fall as one, uterus to uterus, in search of the magnificient chartreuse and mystical cup of love.

[CarolAnn 926]

It doesn't get more surreal then this everybody. (Hold your breath)

 

Please somebody tell me that I'm now officially losing my mind.

 

Barack Obama and Dick Cheney are f****n cousins!!!

 

http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNew...621534220071016

 

Oh big deal. Dumbledore's news is far more earth shattering.

[Monoclinic 39]

[Godot 149]

Become a lounge lizard.

[Godot 149]

And when you do just sit back and enjoy the coolest advert.

[honez 79]

And when you do just sit back and enjoy the coolest advert.

Sorry Godot, I saw it the week before last with HCW.

[Godot 149]

And when you do just sit back and enjoy the coolest advert.

Sorry Godot, I saw it the week before last with HCW.

 

Bugger, I wonder if that's where I saw it first then too. It's getting like the BBC for repeats. Ah well, think of it as Deathlist Gold.

[Monoclinic 39]

Build your own Sputnik 1!

[Bald rick 9]

Build your own Sputnik 1!

What they don't tell you is how to get the sodding biscuit tin into orbit. Not a trivial part of the whole space race, methinks.

[Lady Die 63]

This made me the envy of all the high school students I know:

 

Your skin glows like the Mango, blossoms boring as the corpse flower in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your Aquaggaswack voice and leaps like a aye-aye at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great turken wing.

I am comforted by your sari that I carry into the twilight of bookcasebeams and hold next to my appendix.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.

As my gallbladder falls from my burqa, it reminds me of your vinyl.

In the quiet, I listen for the last roar of the day.

My heated uterus leaps to my corset. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bottle so that we may fall as one, uterus to uterus, in search of the magnificient chartreuse and mystical cup of love.

 

Have you been using the Surrealist Compliment Generator?

[CarolAnn 926]

This made me the envy of all the high school students I know:

 

Your skin glows like the Mango, blossoms boring as the corpse flower in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your Aquaggaswack voice and leaps like a aye-aye at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great turken wing.

I am comforted by your sari that I carry into the twilight of bookcasebeams and hold next to my appendix.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.

As my gallbladder falls from my burqa, it reminds me of your vinyl.

In the quiet, I listen for the last roar of the day.

My heated uterus leaps to my corset. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bottle so that we may fall as one, uterus to uterus, in search of the magnificient chartreuse and mystical cup of love.

 

Have you been using the Surrealist Compliment Generator?

 

 

 

You meander through love as a river delta contemplating levitation.