i remember you. |
we used to hot box smokes on the corner of
the 76 station.
three peeps to a fag.
cherry a mile long.
(and i remember you)
maybe i used to walk you home
in the se...
Posted by kuman thong on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 01:00:00 PST |
distill the despised. |
i want to distill the despised.
make a nice paste.
maybe for salsa or a nice dip.
wipe the dust and treachery from their
eyes.
and replace it with apple blossoms.
-
mix. stir. an...
Posted by kuman thong on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 02:22:00 PST |
it's... |
it's starting something that you actually wanted to finish. it's a girl that's shorter than you, and wears glasses. it's dancing with said girl to the sound of no music. it's ba...
Posted by kuman thong on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:57:00 PST |
three things... |
...that make me rock out with my cock out.
1). getting off work, and it's still light out. that shite is badass!
2). seeing "300" at the imax. that flick just makes you want ...
Posted by kuman thong on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 05:33:00 PST |
she had nice teeth... for a yak. |
ever wonder what became of them? well, "she" strips and works at a truck stop. classic! i'm so glad things are working out for you after saying that i raped your scaggy ass. i...
Posted by kuman thong on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 11:59:00 PST |
the girl(s) next door. |
i'll miss them dearly.
Posted by kuman thong on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 08:34:00 PST |
sittin' back bumping some "her space holiday" and drinking a pabst... |
...and life is good. on a day that is suppose to make me feel like a failure for not being in a relationship with a significant other, i am content.
i have heat and hot water, plenty of ...
Posted by kuman thong on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 05:08:00 PST |
my popular performance. |
my popular performance,
subject to a needle exchange.
subject to interrupted phone calls &
glitches in space.
a private sector.
voices drop to hu...
Posted by kuman thong on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 07:12:00 PST |
one summer. |
she smoked black & milds and
had a sexy, raspy, voice.
and big tits.
you can't forget about the
big, fuckin', tits.
i knew her through a friend.
a flat mate.
a flat mate with a...
Posted by kuman thong on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 07:29:00 PST |
re-named: unkempt. |
he left written scripture for me.
i can't make it out anymore, but it was left.
and the ringing in my ears is absurd.
but i have chosen it.
and words were left, and read,
...
Posted by kuman thong on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 10:02:00 PST |
