harrymcnallysblueandwhitearmy 1,464 Posted October 11, 2007 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Handrejka 1,840 Posted October 11, 2007 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 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Star Crossed 33 Posted October 11, 2007 ... 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? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lard Bazaar 3,697 Posted October 11, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Boudicca 702 Posted October 11, 2007 Feed your baby "discreetly" ( ) in this stylish and educational top. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lady Grendel 137 Posted October 11, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Madame Defarge 21 Posted October 12, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lady Grendel 137 Posted October 13, 2007 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! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lady Grendel 137 Posted October 14, 2007 Send your granny for a tattoo, I suppose it's more interesting for them than baking cakes. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lord Fellatio Nelson 6,134 Posted October 14, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet_Sorrow 0 Posted October 14, 2007 Sharpen your pencils while you wait for the next deathlist success Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tuber Mirum 119 Posted October 14, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Banshees Scream 107 Posted October 17, 2007 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Star Crossed 33 Posted October 17, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CarolAnn 924 Posted October 20, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CarolAnn 924 Posted October 20, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 148 Posted October 21, 2007 Become a lounge lizard. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 148 Posted October 21, 2007 And when you do just sit back and enjoy the coolest advert. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
honez 79 Posted October 22, 2007 And when you do just sit back and enjoy the coolest advert. Sorry Godot, I saw it the week before last with HCW. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 148 Posted October 22, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Monoclinic 39 Posted October 22, 2007 Build your own Sputnik 1! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bald rick 9 Posted October 23, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lady Die 63 Posted October 23, 2007 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? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CarolAnn 924 Posted October 24, 2007 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
