Archive for the 'poem' Category
Sunday, March 2nd, 2008
i am the most neen person that i have ever met
and using this standard i judge everyone else
of course everyone is inferior to me
when it comes to being neen
some would probably disagree to this
but no one is really sure what neen is
so i win
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Sunday, February 17th, 2008
i feel
i could
just roll over
and die
because
jeff skoll
has already done
everything
i could think
of doing
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Monday, February 4th, 2008
fuck all the hungarians
and their moustache and sausages
fuck all the white south africans
and their apartheid money and bullshit pr
fuck all the black south africans
for being such fucking spineless pussies
if you allowed yourself to be slaves
than you deserved it
you miserable fucks!
fuck all the americans
nation of fagots and hicks
who all know they don’t know shit
fuck hollywood movies
in […]
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Monday, December 24th, 2007
the older i am
the more i like him
i guess when i am hundred years old
i will like him a lot
hundred years old, 100, a lot, like, old, neen, Miltos Manetas, artist, poem | No Comments »
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
polka makes a lot of sense
when it is than
mustard is eating my brain
so now what
pokemon rules and dogs
do not care if cats
combined with cars
can go the distance
however if you are ever around
make sure potatos
are rotten
when you enter the castle of evil
forget the color of your underwear
sun is green only
when jupiter is on purple ice
rats are […]
dogs, care, cats, brain, eating, jupiter, underwear, potatos, cars, poetry, history, poems, surrealism, distance, polka, poem | No Comments »