If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
Published on October 11, 2004 By propagandhi In Philosophy
The smell of cock is so wonderful. Like a good mushroom stir fry in a black bean sauce.
The smell of cock turns me on.
And I don't know why.

I hate myself and I want to die, I'm starting to roll down the hill. I hope its not biological takeover.
The smell of cock will keep me happy.
I think I'm just really lonely and I miss my bu.
But my Bu is a big fat nasty angry lesbian.
But he holds me tight at night.
That's what I miss, being held tight at night.

I could call my Bu.
But it'll be all about him. And his ranting and raving.
Why the fuck do I love him.
Because I've never loved anybody else.

This island will drive you nuts.
And I hope I conquer Australia before I leave this island.

Comments
on Oct 11, 2004
very enjoyable poem
on Aug 05, 2005
Takes guts to comment things like dese in places like dis. Myrrander has that. Poems not bad. Now Americans think this is my life. Well it happens not to be right now, and it would be ok if it was. And dis aint profanity, its art. Differentiate or make a fool out of urself in many other countries. As long as this is in an art or adult area.
on Aug 06, 2005
This should be in the Game Developers section, not Philosophy