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Posted: February 18th, 2005, 7:34 pm
by stilltrucking
smirnoff
absolute
spirits

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 7:53 pm
by jimboloco
mArge simpsion
coming out if
th clozetttttttttttttttt


"Hey"!!! she sayzzzzzzzz''
"We ain't Gonzo gonna make it,":


real life megred wid jammminnnnn mon

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 7:56 pm
by jimboloco
next
rhyme
solo tyme

abzolute
slurs an
vodka

sophie aim't
fried your brain

be careful
new prescription
gklassez

eight hourtz
A
DAY

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:03 pm
by jimboloco
step an fetchit zomn
zayz
" a year an a half,
hiz brauinz gaijna be fruyed"

brainz or braun

who
wan
wan an inutíl

debil

he sayz

one yes sir one an a half yearz
your brainz a gonzo be fryed, mon

ever do th flamenco

a luv uf labborz
yo
ab-solute
aback
noth-ing-mess/ness
in a rectangle room

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:06 pm
by hester_prynne
Five brothers from nova scotia,
whalers, vikings, they be,
four went down with the fishing ship,
the one left ancestored me.

Grandpa left for the coal mines then,
and a union started he,
til they shocked his brain out of caring,
bout wages for you and me.

Mama's brood were swiss folk,
they immigrated here,
they pioneered the oregon trail,
to get away from fear.

They settled in eastern oregon
where the desert hides the rain,
but grandpa was determined
to have a farm again

So he went out and started lookin
and he came up with a plan,
irrigation in the desert,
made him a famous man.

nows and thens and somedays,
generations strong,
everyone has a story to tell
bout who brought them along...

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:07 pm
by WIREMAN
wired here, been checking
out glass harmonicas and
Hang drums, which I gotz
ta have me one.......... http://www.oddmusic.com/gallery/om16250.html .........

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:18 pm
by jimboloco
eazt oregone
languid land
high dezert


glass drumz an hang drumz'ya can make wan

oh th vikingz
went t greenland
an th seed went on
down t ommmmmmmmmmm

ja

cold waterz
an a warm current

ship sailz
hemp
rope
Image
depth perception
anybody
wanna learn
t flyu?

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:21 pm
by stilltrucking
everyone has a story to tell
bout who brought them along
eva came to america with thirteen children, she about thirteen the oldest sister, she brought them through ellis island to a commune in woodbine nj started by a rich german baron.

but is was all a fabrication, none of them were really her siblings, they just grouped the children together in "families" to make it easier to get through immigration. The time was just before the pograms started in Poland in the begining of the 20th century. Rose was born in that commune, spoke no English until they moved to Baltimore. She married to crazy mike at 16 in one of those arranged marriages. But she was proud to be an american girl and women did have some rights in 1928, so I think she was ok with it. Crazy Mike was twice her age................

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:22 pm
by WIREMAN
jimbo I'm headin' to Scallio's bar
for a dose of the Capn' and they
better have some fuckin' limes..................

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:26 pm
by jimboloco
Jesus
whAt a history
of baltimore

ain't it hard
just t live?

Capn Morgan Rum
an limez

one dollah fer lemonz tho'
zittin high
in the balcony
in new hampzhire
bar

combo with friez
to go

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:29 pm
by Arcadia
Sea-fowls´loudness was for me laughter,
The mews´singing all my mead-drink.
Storms, on the stone-cliffs beaten, fell on the stern
In icy feathers; full oft the eagle screamed
With spay on his pinion.


sweet dreams

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:32 pm
by hester_prynne
t flyu
an apple pan dowdy,
whittlin on wood
whistlin howdy,
lonely as an empty beer
on saturday night,
feathers flyin,
poetic pillow fight.....

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:34 pm
by jimboloco
Image
rocks shaped like spray
a long way away
you go!

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:38 pm
by jimboloco
Main Entry: 1pin·ion
Pronunciation: 'pin-y&n
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French pignon, from (assumed) Vulgar Latin pinnion-, pinnio, from Latin pinna feather -- more at PEN
1 : the terminal section of a bird's wing including the carpus, metacarpus, and phalanges; broadly : WING
2 : FEATHER, QUILL; also : FLIGHT FEATHERS
- pin·ioned /-y&nd/ adjective

with spray on his piiñonzImage
In icy feathers; full oft the eagle screamed
With spay on his pinion.

Posted: February 18th, 2005, 8:39 pm
by Lightning Rod
Great Grand Daddy owned half of Baltimore
or so the story goes. About the time of Poe.
The wharf district was his. And the red light.

He was a famous philanderer rascal man
had his key in every hole. An Irishman.
Great Grand Ma'am was stern and German stock.

When he gave her the clap, she divorced him
These were the days when divorce was uncommon
and there was no penicillin.