The Escalation |
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A young boy of today reluctantly claims a bouquet, sunflowers enraptured,
To make light the clouds and rain, for his darling girl shutters to move, &...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 08:23:00 PST |
Crow |
When two poor Devils pick pockets for warmth, the Beast births worms, winter, then queens near palaces asleep gone wander in grave. Their teeth did dine the morning to mot...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 02:53:00 PST |
Lovers of the Lonesome Hudson Hills |
Crush stands straw, Kissing abandonment down hills.To stride, they say, is to live forever,As true centenarians fenced in,Once suspended at rest, bashful, innocent,Ceaseless unto ea...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 09:53:00 PST |
where clowns come from |
Where Clowns Come From Pasture. Open, gleaming sweeps of nobodys pasture but ours. A green grass sun spit shined by the scorched blue sky, ...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 08:36:00 PST |
Shrugs, the Octo-Giant |
Man eaters, little girls, and ageless everywhere make way for me. My egos the engine thatll up tick your crooked heart stings to a place no heaven could stomach. Better the bets...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Tue, 18 Oct 2005 08:43:00 PST |
yards |
Something about letting your legs reach the point of no return, that numbing tingle annoyance, seems to have our family and friends lost in their own respectable flood pools of eye tear tabernacles. W...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the holy glory gimmick |
And have we an ungodly courtship of saviors. Getting off on marvels
of themselves, stomaching the same shine they stole from the lunar dotted eyes of all those who horde them.
To blow kisses at ...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
swashbuckling |
i was in a pirate space ship last night with 2 porcelin cats i both fucked who also happen to be mother and daughter but they were ok with it after the tea party and fireworks display undergound... we...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
of loved ones and locomotives |
Of loved ones and locomotives....
The lungless, the most dismal, have inched up on promising wealth, in which they must loom defunct resuscitations to become endeared by.
Furthering for only adv...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
some fuck walked in my room and told me i was from a higher caste system |
A man with 3 symmetric heads brandishing only his crafted lenses, and linear thought processes that make no sense in loud sequences casually strolls into our room. Our lions den HE recites well rehe...
Posted by Shane Cashman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
