Laird's Prayer

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Laird's Prayer

Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 7:49 pm

Our Dude who art beyond
mellow be thy vibe
give us this day our dame
and some dough;
toss us towards the
Big T......
O' Tempt-Tay shun....
and let us phuck over--Carpe
Diem as the phagglios say, raht ---
those who attempt to phukk with
us before they have the opportunity.

Se lah
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Post by stilltrucking » April 14th, 2007, 8:24 pm

A Preemptive fuck :idea:

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Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 8:36 pm

From the Book of Elevation


And the Moon
turned to sapphire;
dread chet baker
trumpets rang in the distance,
a velvety priestess on her
jeweled horse approached,
opals adorning her nipples--
and Babylon
tatted in 80 different
bar codes across her
lithely bod .....;
but she left with like
a rich RN from Burlingame
and phucks there were not,
preemptive or otherwise...........

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Post by mnaz » April 14th, 2007, 8:51 pm

what's so wrong with the big "T"?

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Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 9:07 pm

That was the Big Eye
as in Irony, dewd--not an ethics lecture.
(or better big S as in Satire, from satyr)

We are working with Screepture, here, Einstein.

From the Sermon on the Couch

Consider the lilies of the valley--
they give little thought for the
morrow. What punks they be.
Why Solomon in all his glory
was never as spineless
as the cafe peasantry

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Post by stilltrucking » April 14th, 2007, 9:08 pm

and Babylon
tatted in 80 different
bar codes across her
lithely bod .....;
Hell of a reply totenkopf
8)




T for Texas
T for Thelma

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Post by stilltrucking » April 14th, 2007, 9:11 pm

And you are a mind reader too
As if these fucking words meant something
You write I read em
Fuck off
I mean that in the nicest way possible :)

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Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 9:17 pm

Go away ST if you dont like it alright? Before ah write some code that keeps stoogey hecklers such as you away from my posts.

Ansteigen !

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Post by stilltrucking » April 14th, 2007, 9:23 pm

I get it totenkopf
Trouble is you take everything too serious
Just goofin
cause you reminded me of George W Bush
who has fucked us all over good.
We are working with Screepture, here, Einstein.

Yep. You got my number.
Fuck your scripture too
fuck and eye for an eye
fuckitall

I liked the poems for what it is worth
What the hell is a poet anyway

are they all slime balls as e dog says?

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Post by stilltrucking » April 14th, 2007, 9:26 pm

No problem you are right
I don't get your genius
but don't take it personal
I don't gett nothing anymore
it is all a brave new world to me.
an alien world
I am just "old and in the way"
okay totenguy
I willl never reply to another of your posts again

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Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 9:34 pm

Promises.


And they saw a Star
to the west
beckoning on high;
the eldest
taking it for a sign:
"the brat
lies that away, you
meshugginahs."
And then the Magi
three in number
being named
Moe Larry Curly
turned
their caravan
towards the star....
barely eluding
the hittite authoritays
(nyuk nyuk nyuk, you'll never
take us alive copper!)

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Post by stilltrucking » April 14th, 2007, 9:37 pm

I am a liar too

Ok I will explain myself in case I used the wrong emoticon
:wink:

Obviously I was playing with the double meaning of the f word.

While I was posting back to that harlot of babylon reply which I liked very much. you posted your einsten crack cause you could see that I did not get it. Violence is such a touchy feely thing to me, anytime you make reference to that mighty smighty G*d of my mothers I tend to knee jerk. My appology for that, hell I will even appologize to al sharpton if that helps. maybe U say I did not get your point about irony, but I could see the humor in it. Like I said I must have used the wrong emoticon :wink:
nice work
done.

please feel free of me.
I, my first reply was purely visceral.

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Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 9:58 pm

Golgotha Drive-through

Initially it wasn't greek
they squeaked;
neither Caesar's latin
nor schweet Shebrew--
but aramaic, sort of
thieves jargon, ah wager
street arabic: tho'
Kid Galilee probably knew
the torah and such, like
a cleric would. So. WTF.
Centurions gathered;
old feds, the solons safe
in their villas
and some weepy
broads, and perps strung up.
Many a miserable tale told,
yet no spook there (or at
history's other state executions)
as the soldiers played craps
in the shadows: Nolde sorta
did it up right

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Post by mnaz » April 14th, 2007, 10:10 pm

hittites... heh... ya

I love being a part of your story.

hell, i love being einstein.

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Post by Totenkopf » April 14th, 2007, 10:32 pm

Screepture feature:
Hay Zeus his posse of Apostles 12
and Big Paulie (nee Saulie); the scribes
Marky Mark Luke and old Matt--
weird as any sputnik sci-fi....
Yet the wiggiest words of all
are the conclusion (that is following
the Pax Romana agit-Prop of Piedro
I and II, and the nearly irish-boy James);
the Book of Revelations, the meaty Apocalypse
---farmer's kids
swallowing cod liver oil.
TJ didn't care for it:


"It is between fifty and sixty years since I read it, and I then considered it
as merely the ravings of a maniac, no more worthy nor capable of
explanation than the incoherences of our own nightly dreams... I cannot
so far respect [the extravagances of the composition] as to consider
them as an allegorical narrative of events, past or subsequent. There is
not coherence enough in them to countenance any suite of rational
ideas... "

Ah. Apollo surveys Dionysius at the steps...................

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