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| Name: | the saggy-ass corpse of jerry, man! |
| E-mail address: | greatfill ded.org |
| Comments: | hey, man- it's 4:19...time for some heroin! where can i score some denim, dude? i want a jacket...could you make me one with obama on it? do it like Frazetta, have him surrounded by bitches, holding a giant cleaver. in the background, i want an army of vampires and frankensteins attacking him. but don't worry- he's the goddamn chosen one! he ain't getting hurt. not today, motherfucker. |
| Name: | Barack Obama |
| E-mail address: | Death Row Records.com |
| Comments: | Hello there, little TJ- I understand you are positively apeshit over me. Good for you! You are the smartest white person I know. Of course, you are only half-white. Same here. Yeah, when I get in it's gonna be a whole new ball game- no more of this Military-Industrial bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'? We're going to get hip to what our extremist enemies have been talking about- that America is a fucked-up piece of shit no-talent hole, motherfucker. Don't worry, bro- when I'm president, you'll get that grant for your sculpture. Can you make one of me? That would be wonderful. That cow Hillary don't have a prayer. Neither does that fossil McCain. Shucks, I got half a mind to go back in time and prevent the Viet Nam war from ever happening- that would fix his ass, wouldn't it? Listen, thanks again for your support and don't believe any of that nonsense about me being the Antichrist. Remember, in Islam, Obama means "blessed one", not "accursed charlatan from Hell's darkest pit". Take care. |
| Name: | m. night salamiham |
| E-mail address: | the director of dickass |
| Comments: | hey little brother, heard you liked my movie. thanks, i really poured my guts(and soul) into the fucking thing. for my next project, i'd like to do a movie version of you..your story. we'll start off in madison, down by the railroad tracks, where your parents(played by dame judy dench and ving rhames) are setting you on fire. next, we cut to brooklyn for your meteoric rise. i got the monkeys at ilm working overtime to construct a jukebox outfit. i'll need lots of permission to use people's songs and shit. finally, we fade out on your tragic fall from grace, showing you shuffling your sad ass through the wind-swept streets, all but forgotten by mtv. your face is wrinkly and your clothes don't fit. you start to jack-off uncontrollably, shaking your peanut at a cold and indifferent world. the end. |
| Name: | disconnected |
| Comments: | i am choking on powdered Chinese water. |
| Name: | disconnected |
| Comments: | i am choking on powdered Chinese water. |
| Name: | balsawoodjr |
| E-mail address: | clwheretogo@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Concrete is used more than any other man-made material on the planet. |
| Name: | apairofbrowneyes |
| E-mail address: | WooWoo |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.youtube.com/user/WOODENTHOMAS |
| Comments: | SPATULA ‘07
G D 335553 -007650 557775 005550 133200 332010 133200 355400 133200 332010 G she D held a spatula in the back yard, by the propane tank. 007650 557775 a tarantula alighted its feelers upon her ankle. that’s when I began to sang. 133200 I must escape from the 332010 barn. 133200 I must escape from the 577600 leppera 355400 chaun 332010 133200 G G D 335553 -007650 557775 the propane tank is emotionally over loaded I think theres going to be 007650 557775 a big huge firey explosion she began to speak in flames. 133200I as bubbles rise and 332010 blimps spy on our parade 133200I must escape 577600 from harm’s 355400 332010 133200 G she held a psychology book under her arm. by the apiary where honey bees wax their fangs. 007650 557775 she held a spatula in the back yard by the propane tank. 133200I I must escape from the 332010 rabid monkey, 577600 And CI 355400 A 332010 133200 G 133200 I must escape from the 332010 barn. 133200 I must escape from the 577600 leppera1544300chaun 332010 133200 G 332010 Late 002500 bloom, slow G decay. Whirled peas in D5 bottle Autumns was her G name. Slow 002500 bloom, my pregnant G head in labor, But there will be no D5 pain. Just a G parade, for the 002500 Pageant winner, she and I wither G away, slowly, we decay. together (*) 002500 to 000250 fertilize the 025000 mariGolds By the river bed, under the sun, the Roman 002500 Empire was never G undone, well, not in a D5 day. Wasteful war, no one G won. A Late 002500 bloom slow G decay. I threw a party for D5 my self Autumn she G came. She’s the pageant winner we darken in the sudden rain beneath the shrubbery we dream together (*) + we’d love to live another day, L.B.S.D. G 030030 003300 H G G 030030 003300 H A G 030030 003300 H C 000555 D G Ambiguous Blues 50 foot tall chicken grabbed me by the head just as I was listnin to every word she said. Old man he planted roses chrysanthemums and mint he planted hermit crabs and they grew beside them. Saw their claws movin up from the soil. thought I heard you scream my name roof flew off the house, now my muse is runnin round bare breasted in the rain. Let’s go up to the old mill and listen to the stream. I wanna nibble your ear and smell your hair blowin across my dream. I’ll stick my tongue into your soul. Taste like Cherry ice cream. |
| Name: | fATS dOMINOE |
| E-mail address: | INEEDTOMEMORIZEMYSONGS |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.youtube.com/user/WOODENTHOMAS |
| Comments: |
Late 002500 bloom, slow G decay. Whirled peas in D5 bottle Autumns was her G name. Slow 002500 bloom, my pregnant G head in labor, But there will be no D5 pain. Just a G parade, for the 002500 Pageant winner, she and I wither G away, slowly, we decay. together (*) 002500 to 000250 fertilize the 025000 mariGolds By the river bed, under the sun, the Roman 002500 Empire was never G undone, well, not in a D5 day. Wasteful war, no one G won. A Late 002500 bloom slow G decay. I threw a party for D5 my self Autumn she G came. She’s the pageant winner we darken in the sudden rain beneath the shrubbery we dream together (*) + we’d love to live another day, L.B.S.D. G 030030 003300 H G G 030030 003300 H A G 030030 003300 H C 000555 D G Ambiguous Blues 50 foot tall chicken grabbed me by the head just as I was listnin to every word she said. Old man he planted roses chrysanthemums and mint he planted hermit crabs and they grew beside them. Saw their claws movin up from the soil. thought I heard you scream my name roof flew off the house, now my muse is runnin round bare breasted in the rain. Let’s go up to the old mill and listen to the stream. I wanna nibble your ear and smell your hair blowin across my dream. I’ll stick my tongue into your soul. Taste like Cherry ice cream. SPATULA ‘07 G D 335553 -007650 557775 005550 133200 332010 133200 355400 133200 332010 G she D held a spatula in the back yard, by the propane tank. 007650 557775 a tarantula alighted its feelers upon her ankle. that’s when I began to sang. 133200 I must escape from the 332010 barn. 133200 I must escape from the 577600 leppera 355400 chaun 332010 133200 G G D 335553 -007650 557775 the propane tank is emotionally over loaded I think theres going to be 007650 557775 a big huge firey explosion she began to speak in flames. 133200I as bubbles rise and 332010 blimps spy on our parade 133200I must escape 577600 from harm’s 355400 332010 133200 G she held a psychology book under her arm. by the apiary where honey bees wax their fangs. 007650 557775 she held a spatula in the back yard by the propane tank. 133200I I must escape from the 332010 rabid monkey, 577600 And CI 355400 A 332010 133200 G 133200 I must escape from the 332010 barn. 133200 I must escape from the 577600 leppera1544300chaun 332010 133200 G 332010 |
| Name: | WTJK |
| E-mail address: | WooWoo |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.youtube.com/user/DEPARTMENTofPEACEusa |
| Comments: |
Volcano o vlove In the Volcano o Vlove , I met a little ol’ lady bug, Come in she said close the door. It is drafty outside, and the wind swept chairs are flying.I saw a Giraffe come out of hiding. She came to the window , so I fed her an apple. someone gave me a cool loving tap on the shoulder. It is the fickled Misstress , She invited us down to breakfast , I picked a bunch of flowers from inside the house , one contained a honey bee. Laying in the fetal position, in the candle lit solar kitchen, The radio transmitted a wobbiling whistle , through out the house we tuned in! Beside my lantern. Oh Thee (G) other side of the © mountain, 054030 I can (C) see. (G) Beside my lan©tern I 054030 fell asleep (G) (G dreaming.) Of what could © be, what we’d 054030©find. (G) I fell © asleep in the 054030arms of © the arms of 054030 the arms ( C)of (G) Vishnu. (G) A giant© caterpillar woman of054030 Krishna, on my (C) mind. (G) I awake in © Love, I awoke in the054030 city © named (G) Love. (G) Had lunch there with © you oh my furry 054030 insect (C) lady. (G) Together we © ride the 054030 subway (G) Trolley. Played © crochet ate ca054030shews © and decked the054030 halls with Holly © in (G) love. Oh Thee (G) other side of the © mountain, 054030 I can (C) see. where bears , ghosts and goblins live in (C)harmony.(G) I can feel the © lights of the 054030 city, I’ll a©wake again in 054030Love the © city above and(G) beyond. (G) Beside my lan©tern I 054030 fell asleep (C) (G) dreaming. Of what could © be, what we’d 054030find. (G) (G) I’ve been climbing four © a week, 054030 we never met but I miss you © . (G) I fell ©asleep in the 054030arms of © the arms of 054030 the © arms of (G) Vishnu. 320300 in (G) Love. Elephant Dung. (Climb) G Sometimes I (C) feel like an (D) elephant getting paid (G) peanuts. Some nights I stare up at the (A) moon from my lonely circus tent. And when no one shows up for my (d) show of shows I (BM)feel like a monkey having (E) no fun, CH (G) Searching for peanuts, (A) in (D) Elephant (G) dung. I am just the janitor forking up hay. I sleep on a hard board. And this big top will come rolling your (A) way into your (G) town. and after all the three penny opera (BM) clowns have all sung,…. I’ll be CH (G) Searching for (A) peanuts, in (D) Elephant (G) dung. There’s no bizniz like show bizniz, its great work if you can get it .Everything about it is (A) appealing; this dream is not too far flung………. Sometimes I awake and meet the (D) eyes of jugglers (Bm) juggling. in the sun , So off I go sifting for pe(a)nuts through elephant dung. All afternoon I’ll be mopping up feces, and raking hay . I feel like an old guitar unstrung, My monkey and me searching for (D) a banquet, (BM) but we are always getting shunned. so we’r (G) Searching for peanuts, (A) in (D) Elephant (G) dung. So I’m searching for peanuts, sifting through for breakfast and lunch, theres no bizniz like showbizniz, brothah the hours are long . but the future seems promising….,so (BM) I keep movin (E) on. like a monkey, on my knees . it’s no fun. searching for peanuts (A) in Elephant dung. Gluttony and Sloth. G in the year of the Em monkey Ize a G teenage coffee E junkie ize a vessel for Em gluttony and Am sloth A7 thn the autumn wind came round carved a whistle out ‘v my head. staulks of hemp they towered from the ground. *mi head is but a whistle in the wind, standing out like a scarecrow so still even in the city streets I don’t kneed to think , the eliments will move me at their will. When Louie Armstrong walked on the moon I was still in the womb.I was destined to be atrumpet playing astronaught too. * Greenhouse C02 gases floating up like ballons causing us to follow in the footprince. G Of TYRANASAURUS and every extinct folklorist from anchient Pompe to the plaet of the apes. Jiminy cricket l’n’ver steer ye wrong direction, s’got a compass in his heart and seeing eye dog in his brain. **Woodstock69. that would be one small step for man one giant leap for a bullfrog G out of the frying pan AND into the pond , wheRE swim the polly wogs that bursted to be free. 100 years after the death of Beethoven , I was Cryogenicly frozen , in my vaudeville years.an now I am released. *V’got such an Irection for the future I ‘ve every intention of a flower child lost/ G in the year of the Em monkey Ize a G teenage coffee E junkie ize a vessel for Em gluttony and Am sloth TRANS atlantic 1.Let us stare across the abyss of green. 2.I’ll kiss your arms with words and songs. 3.As you sing about your seahorse dream. 4.Across the Trans Atlantic pond she sings. 1,through Wires under the sea 2,A voice travels in vibration 3,If vipers leap out do not be alarmed my friend. 4.Across the Trans Atlantic pond . i am. 1,Hello Amsterdam 2, you’ve got flowers in your brain. 3,Let’s go to lunch up in the Cathedral . 4,Across the Trans Atlantic pond she sings. 1.Wires under the sea,. 2. light me up with just a ring. 3. the distance is long b’ I’m listening 4.Across the Trans Atlantic pond she sings . 1,2,540050 054005 A 3,760070 076007 760070 004440 4, 540050 054005 003330 A Roller Coaster in Me Head 1.*G ;Ohhhh Roller coaster in my head , oh D my Am fate in my own C hands ,G space shuttle in my C heart , Am warm gooey , C 054030 lightning in my G pants. I was Hypnotized by the wa ter the very second I saw her./ she’s the daughter of a very powerful man. Fishing woman over your shoulder you did not look, my heart jumped like a frog / into the brooke. I was riding my bike down by the water. I heard her father call her,/ the same man who called me a bastard. ch?* I fell off my bike , I put my finger in the dike. she / whistled softly and hooked me in. She pulled back her line to cast it she wore a green and yellow basket, /on her pretty Victorian head. woman girl with fishin pole down by the river. I / came under your spell, you turned me into a lizard. *G ;Ohhhh Roller coaster in my head , oh D my Am fate in my own C hands ,G space shuttle in my C heart , Am warm gooey , C 054030 lightning in my G pants. BLACK HOLE Warm vacuum a vortex, Deep flower cosmic black hole. These labia pedals have me perplexed endless and infinite there goes my soul. Ch: she’s attracting me like a magnet like the undertoe crushin’ me like matter into a black hole. bent time, bent light, curved space, I am null and void by her tunneling flume this gravitational crush I can not escape black widow spider of lust I am consumed. Ch: standing on a later she reaches for an apple, I reach up and stare at the event horizon crushin all matter into a black hole. radiant flower here comes the honey bee relative to time and deep space venus flytrap of gravity where not even light can escape Ch; Black hole spinning she’s sucking me in is this reproductive nature, pointless death or biblical sin? CHASITY BELT. Is that an octopus in your chastity belt ,or are you just happy to see me? waving it’s arms all about, can I get you another martini? Is that a chandileer hangin’ from your ear , or are you joining the navy? you never need to screan and shout , your friends are so devout , youre always bathing, which beggs the question which begs the question, is that an octopus in youR chastity belt, or are you just happy to see me? is there not an ocean wave that that maketh the sound to the human ear with pleasant function ? Is that a flash of flammable whisky on your leg or spontaneous combustion? sometimes you smile and sometimes you don’t , depending on your position to the sun, which begs the question, which begs the question…. Snow Ball’s Chance. G oh D5 boy Am that’ll be C swell gotta F snowballs D chance b’it’s A cold in G hell. kiss me all over don’t cha throw me down the well. F they D say I got a A snowball’s G Chance C>F<Gc…; reptilian rooster vampire soup F silly D ego trash A burGning . A G two headed D5 church mouse. Am up my C skirt, F if you D love me I A can not G tell . G kiss me all over don’t cha throw me down the well. F they D say I got a A snowball’s G chance. C>F<Gc…; oh boy Am that’ll be C swell gotta F snowballs D chance b’it’s A cold in G hell. it’s A cold in G hell G we can procreate under the liberty bell F if you were not D under A society’s G spell. she flew out of my mouth like Tinkerbelle. F they D say I got a A snowball’s G Chance C>F<Gc…; Two headed church mouse. up my skirt, F if you really D love me I A can not G tell. …; G reptilian rooster vampire soupF silly D ego trash A burGning G Oh boy that’ll be swell, V’got a snowball’s chance but It’s cold in hell. A It’s cold in hell. The Present. By Wooden Thomas May 6th 2007 G I like to spend D time in the Am future. C Building genetic Am codes and D killing evil G robots. G I like to spend D time in the Am past, at a C petting Am zoo as a child D eating G popsicles and D starring at the Am pheasants C. But there’s no Am time, D there is no time. G Honey oh D baby there is Am no time C-c5 like the G now. G Like a present un D wrapped I Am see Nostradamus, C In my Am mind he’s calling D me from centuries G ago. G Starring at a bowl of D water, in Am candlelit meditation C I Am feel the future it D can be undesir G able or it can be D very Am pleasant. C But there’s Am no time, D there is no time. G Honey oh D baby Am there is no C-c5 time like the G now. Ambiguous Blues 50 foot tall chicken grabbed me by the head (A) just as I was listnin to every word she said.(C) Old man he planted roses chrysanthemums and mint 000555 (D) he planted hermit crabs and they grew beside them. Saw their claws movin up from the soil.(A) thought I heard you scream my name © roof flew off the house, now my muse is 000555 runnin round bare breasted (D) in the rain. Let’s go up to the old mill and listen to the stream.(A) I wanna nibble your ear and smell your hair blowin across my dream.(C) I’ll stick my tongue into your soul. 000555 Taste like (D) Cherry ice cream. Suburbs of the Galaxy (oooo33) (330033) mid-eavil (G) banquet @ the 557000 milky ways (033000) edge. in the 330033 suburbs of the G galaxy. Where 110033 Ize born n’ 3G0033 bread. (oooo33) 330033 every word out of (G) context. 557000 Free headed (033000) nonsense 330033 Promoting indi (G) vidualism and 110000 pagan G rights (ooo033) 330033 long live their merry (G) band 55700 of Unarmored 033000 knights 330033 Whom apparently G love 110000 to eat fried mice with G rice. (ooo033) Smoking the constitution 557000 a vision of their 033000 own dream. In the 330033 suburbs of the G galaxy 110000 where Ize bone n G0033 raised in. Psychedelic G indulgence Without feeding the 033000 head. 330033 the only substances at hand. 110000 wine sliced apples and G baked bread. 330033 songs from the terrifying G 557000 90’s Ring the bell of my 033000 tree, Where I answer the door with a 3G5000 rabbit face. 110000 in the suburbs of the 011000 new jer (G) seys. in the suburbs of the galaxy. Paganistic Heathen 355400 332010 133200 554030 She’s a disaster of genetic engineering. she says she sprang from a bad seed .and she walks around looking like a weed. Everyone stares, when she walks up the stairs like a spider, like a dog, like a 332010 miiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillipede. She’s a magnetic field , a black hole, the undertoe, , at her feet on the beach, sh questions all that I believe in, , she may be a heritic, a scarey chick but I’m undaunted , she’s a haunted house I’m just a harmless PaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaagonistic Heathen. shes got twoo houses in her rising sign, ten fingers on all four hands, eight legs smooth and long, with wretched little toes, she’ll alarm ya her eyes balls move like an Iguanna’s off we go, to the latest Harry Potter piiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiicture show. shes full of Amusements, it’s very confusing, She is the queen of the trees, and every spider in between them. friend to the chickens of the sea a very scary chick, in fact she’s a Heritic! Me, I’m just a PaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaagonistic Heathen. I I wanna tell the world that shes mine , but she is’nt. she’s an agnostic with atheist leanings.I want her ooo she’s wanted for treason. I’m a life,sky, water, dirt , tree lovin’. PaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaaagonistic Heathen. Seasonal wheather of the mind 1. 070000 050000 030000 020000 2. 032000 003200 3. 070090 050070 030050 020040 4. 070090 007009 070090 1.Seasonal wheather of the mind, 2/ a cool breeze. 2.a feathery sun , 1.Be my morning orange dawn, 2.the crashing souls, 3the clashing light.the loving fight ,4.a candle lit summer night.. 1. be my foreign object that becomes with me as one. 2. what my camera retains. 1.My stormy day rain coated lady running home. 2.blustery brain (chemis3.try ) 3.oh be my snowy blizzard , in an alley way, girl. a tall walking 4. stickthat guides me. 1.seasonal wheather of the mind, , the youthful 2,unknowledable time 1.of being dumb and free. 2.NAKED and stung. 3.where is the beehive this wisdom is aquired from, 4.in the back yard near the driveway by the woods. vbeen 1.fired and hired but mnot on the run. 2.I ALWAYS SURE DO INTEND TO DO 1.GOOD. Viney Garden Wall E I layd Em out ‘gainst the (E7) garden wall (D) like a little E girl. 050070 I lean out from the (030050) viney garden 300500 wall just to (G) see the (D) army ants (G) working. 002500 ………(D G) E I am a little (Em) baby gargoyle, E7- - scantily () clad in - D shoes and E stocking. I layed out along the viney piney wall , just to (G) gulp a (D) ray of (G) sun……………(D) ……002500………(G) light! an’ th (E) leaves they did wave like (Em) flags they did wave as E7 does the (D) ocean (E) does. a spider stood she 10 feet tall , just to (G) see the (D) fairy goddess in the bath ……002500 ………D (Ba(G) thing and I E leaned out with one eye tele(Em) scoped far away E7 so’ I could hear the D geraniums E laughing. 050070 then crawled a little bug like a strawberry down a (G) spicket (D) water pump (G) shafting. (E) I layed ‘gainst the (Em) crumbly garden wall (E7) like a (D) little (E) girl. 050070 an’ sparrow and (030050) sheep together they curled (G) beside the(D) soft clam’s (G) Pearl ……002500 ……………..(D)…………(G) napping . uNdEr A GiAnT BooBie (A) I am I (D) am a (A) nephew of my uncle (D) Walt (A) Whitman, (G) I smell the ( C ) flowers (G) swirled into the ( C ) wind. I look up into the eyes our mother. and her arms , not the arms of ammunition , but the ones that I am held in. 870080 760070 760500 076050 540300 054030 I am a sleeping brain, equal parts absence and presence of light, I am in a hammock in a sling. (G) Under a giant ( C ) boobie (G) tonight, under the © other giant boobie (G) too. (A) Under a (D) giant boobie I (A) suckle (D) oh (G) nipple so (C) true, (G) I dribble and (C) drool (G) until the 779997 white morning (A) moon. Oh Nipple that glows and beams I am Emily Dickenson’s, Illegitimate dream. I flew out the window , I bit the queen in the thigh. But everything ‘s alright like the weather vien told me, it would all be . 870080 760070 I am a cradled soul, equal parts Timeless and in the context of time. I suckle with closed eyes, (G) Under a giant © boobie (G) tonight, under the © other giant boobie (G) too. (A) Under a (D) giant boobie I suckle oh nipple so (G) true, I dribble and drool until the 779997 white morning moon. 00077(-8) 5 Am re1 Dm Am 00099(-10) 7 re1 A A7 (557775) A 779997 A Sheryl jack Horner purple polka dot umberella flying down the street (Dm7) off to meet the queen. (Dm7) Waiter theres a wrench in my soup , 997 making sport of (A) me 997 now I don’t feel like a (A7)king , (557775) more like a dead (A) praying mantas 779997 screaming on the (A) beach. hector hector circus tent erector , how do you get it up so tight , (Dm7) up so high in the sky at night. (Dm7) Sheryl jack Horner, you charmer, 997daughter of a peanut (A) farmer 997 up in a hay loft lyin (A7) down (557775) Falling in love with a (A) clown , 779997 in the shadow of A cloud. Dancing monks float down my chimney, every other evening protecting me from Satan, little froggies crossing the road, 997may angels protect(A) them , 997 Show them the A7way , 557775 hooo(A)me, 779997 before they wind up (A)late. Prehistoric Bird Sunshine on your bosom. Dog biting at the water. Strait up from the garden hose. Armidillo sniffing your toes. Peeping Tom looking strait up your nose. Til you open your eyes. Sammanilla on the grill. In thebreezey summer air, a delisious smell. Maple leave rustle and sigh Prehistoric (870080) 087008 (D)bird in the (G) sky Chances are ! That I will wear a silly grin. When I puke onto your grassy lawn kneeling. Lizard shapes mylard balloon, Up on the ceiling. Oh what a feeling a cave mole sees with no eyes. Sunshine on the lawn The blue pool glistens on and on. The suns they shine way up high, (870080)Prehistoric 087008 (D)bird in the (G) sky Strange News. 076450 doin his fire 006654 rutine 466540 the funeral clown (G) cheers up © the berived 076450 tightrope walking on a spleen. 100,million (665000) condominiums (G) © 000565 Burning 000454 out at (d) sea. Time to tie the shoes you know. her heart it speaks in toungues she never grieves A time machine ufo. Hendinberg moving 665000 slow, in the November cold 000565 Directly 000454 over (d) me. green spaghetti in the trees. autumn leaves spiral around in the eye of the storm. high rises the steem. to whitch the scarecrow 665000 replied its raining gasoline 000565 And hot 000454 green leafy (d) tea And the ducks fly with the geese as the Earth quakes, She rumbles, and pets the kitty cat king under his jaw with softness. and chickens run for 665000 local office. running backwards headless to serve us dearly. (A) (D) PartyinMyDream 007650 Theres a party in my G# dream (A) Today. D I just awoke into a A butterfly, 007650 its May and G# it’s time its time its time. C’mon lets not be A late. Am Theres a party in my dream, 009870? 007650 All the Gods shall be G# de(A) lighted. (D) And you’re all invited. To this(A) breastival of foods 007650 and beers and G#dances. (A) Deep in the valley I (Am)walk 009870 enchan007650ted. 007650Come sing a lullaby to G# reality, A D Oh flying spaghetti Goddess of A morning. 007650There’s a perfect waterfall a G# falling. And a groovey lamp of A fur. Am And a serpents daughter calling. 009870But I can not awake to 007650answer her. 007650 There’s a party going on G# and on and on and on. A (D) Where silkie wings on my hands (A) alighted. 007650 Where ideas G# are deep A ignited. Am ) There’s a party in my dream. 009870 Yes! you are 007650 invited D5But don’t (D) bring your (A) friends.D5 dead goldfish (E) When daffodils are (D) sighing, bitten (A) by the winter’s (E) end. (E) spiderman (D) is climbing (A) building hand over (E) hand, (E) look up and see the (D) gargoyles scream at the (A) flying carpet (E) men. They are so well dressed, (in their liver colored vests) but they are (A) rotting like dead gold fish. when the clock struck zero /and the birds in stereo rendered the /sundial is out of /tune. and the tit mouse tatters the beaky/ pitter patter of /pecking at millet seeds /strewn. well the pollen landed on /castle grounds, yellow like/ orbs that /drift. o’er the coy pond hovered / the smell of sound, swirled /in with the ghosts of dead gold/ fish. When honeysuckle roses/ sneeze and blow their /sperms all over/ you in a wind of seeds a /future knows where your /offspring will take/ root . Well the moon jumped /o’ve a cow and the /spoon ran away with the /dish. I hope the peace makers shall / inherit the Earth , or we’ll be /rotting like dead /gold fish. Boomerang of love (355433F#M) Coming (E7) from you coming back 002013 at you F#M look out from (Bm) above.(E) 355433F#M you have (E7) thrown a vibration into the 002013 Universe F#M a boomerang (Bm) a (E) boomerang of love. (D5) 577655 flying away but not flying astray, it’ll hit you in the (Bm) head with a (E) thud. will it be creativity , romance or kid gloves in your (Bm) boomerang, (E) your boomerang of (D5) 577655 love. .A boomerang, from long ago came flyin at my head. My fingerprints all (Bm) over it (E) It made me laugh it made me 002013 cry it caused me to forget to bleed my own (E) blood. A boomerang , A Boomerang a Boomerang of love. toosed it years ago, it spun away over the002013 ocean a (Bm) prayer echoed out for every race, 355433F#M) Oh how I desire to give and to serve in this cycle, this (Bm) Karmatic state (E).(D5) boomerang577655of hate spinnin’ toward its target it may be early it may be late look out from above the boomerang of love! 000124 ~ wooden thomas |
| Name: | Detective Vargas |
| E-mail address: | Buenos Aires |
| Comments: | Hi, TJ, when is the next gig? You are the Human Jukebox! No, I mean it. You dress up like a jukebox and your eyes light up when I stick a quarter in your ass. It is wonderful music. I love cover songs- nothing like hearing them again and over. Could you maybe learn "Pour Some Sugar On Me, Baby" by The Deth Leopard? That would make your next gig extra special! Who knows, maybe a talent scout from a subsidiary will catch your act and SIGN YOU!!! They will give you an advance and you will end up owing them money. They will own your fucking soul. |
| Name: | bloody snowman |
| Comments: | Hi, you plagaristic fucks. I'm coming to the farm for your big neo-zappa hippie jerk-off contest. I'm bringing my new baby- that's my instrument. Yeah, gonna load up on nutmeg and pummel the little tyke til it squeals. I'm huge in the bay area, you don't wanna mess wif me. You are a boar. You like def leppard? What about the replacements? All that shit is great, that old '80's shit. How 'bout reagan, you dig him too? That's what rock$roll is all about, you decrepit old fart. |
| Name: | FOOM- Friends Of Ol' Marcus |
| Comments: | I heard that Glenn Marcus was convicted of sex trafficing and forced labor, looking at life. He was a groovy guy in the old '80's, bought some "Bloody Rags". He actually turned me on to Underground Comics. Yeah, he loved Vaughn Bode. He was offered a plea deal with no time and turned it down. What a sick freak! He had a great comic collection, though. |
| Name: | Rachael Ray |
| Comments: | What's up with that fat ass calling himself Bloody Snowman? You're supposed to take care of these things- he's gonna sue! What does his shit sound like? Maybe it would be easier to just pay him off- do it, if it'll, if it'll save the plan. |
| Name: | Rachael Ray |
| E-mail address: | Oops! I menstruated on the chicken salad.com |
| Comments: | Hey bastard, we are kicking you out of The Movement. Don't bother coming to the next demonstration or we will beat you with your fucking "peace tie". We have it on good word that you are secretly funneling your welfare check to various right-wing causes. You John Birch-sucking faggot. Remember this- the blood of innocent towelheads is on your hands! P.S. I dig your Bloody Snowmen Myspace page! |
| Name: | Dagobert Peche, USMC |
| Comments: | Dear Wooden Thomas, I am an Iraqi war vet, age 49. I too am a Democrat. My fellow vets laugh at me. Behind my back, they call me "Uranium Lungs". I have repeatedly called for a stop to the slaughter, and have attempted to surrender many times. My CO tells me the next time I try it, he'll kill me himself. What can a poor boy do? Except put on a filthy cardboard outfit and raise money for Barack Obama? You are the only person I can trust, the most enlightened political expert I know. You must read a lot. Book reviews, liner notes, etc.. I hope to join you at the next protest. We are planning a march on Skull & Bones hq. I will set my "peace tie" on fire and toss it on the lawn. They will have no choice but to hear our demands. No blood for oil! |
| Name: | Lookie |
| Comments: | Lookie here. You wanna be famous, right? With all the trappings, hang-ups, suicidal pressures and the steady drain of vitality- hell, we all do. So- our next band is called "Sly and the Family Stallone". It's gonna sell, man! Pure Caucasian Funk. His fans will eat it up. Then, after we're sued, we come back as "The Rolling Stallones". We can suck that guinea's tit 'til Armaggedon or Ragnarok or whatever. I'm gonna have a diarrhea attack on Leno! |
| Name: | matty |
| E-mail address: | mattunowho@aol.com |
| Comments: | TJ! Rock on! Never not wishing you the best. Missed you last Christmas. Maybe this year... Peace. |
| Name: | Paul Simon |
| E-mail address: | carriefisher'ssnatchstinkslikeme.com |
| Comments: | I saw you play Sat.nite. Not bad. I liked the way you would spit out a couple of teeth after every song. I actually caught one! It's black and green and smells like good beer. I'm putting the little fucker on my windowsill. |
| Name: | cath |
| E-mail address: | takeahike |
| Comments: | =) Thanks for a good time on Sat. night. mmmmm aaah! |
| Name: | Jelaluddin Rumi |
| E-mail address: | JRumi@RumiInHere.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://tinyurl.com/nl8g9 |
| Comments: | "The Guest House"
by Jelaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks in his book *Essential Rumi* This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. |
| Name: | thgin DIM retsim |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/cuppycake.htm |
| Comments: | http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/cuppycake.htm |
| Name: | thgin DIM retsim |
| Comments: | http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/cuppycake.htm |
| Name: | Kim Gb Xajk |
| E-mail address: | Wikipedia |
| Comments: | Hey bastard. This is Kim Yt Spong from Wikipedia. Stop putting your shit on our thing! This is your last warning! My fellow Eagle Scouts are getting pissed. They're talking about coming over to Garwood and putting a cap in your ass. I must go now and prepare a bio of the Bloody Snowmen. Even us braniac gooks must admit they wail. |
| Name: | BlessedBee |
| Comments: | The Wiccan Rede: Bide ye the Wiccan laws ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust. Ye must live and let live, fairly take and fairly give. Cast the Circle thrice about, to keep unwelcome spirits out. To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be spoken in rhyme. Soft of eye and light of touch, speak ye little and listen much. Deosil go by waxing moon, chanting out the Wiccan runes. Widdershins go by waning moon, chanting out the baneful tune. When the lady's moon is new, kiss the band in Her times two. When the moon rides at her peak, then the hearts desire seek. Heed the North winds mighty gale: lock the door and trim the sail. When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth. When the moor wind blows from the West, departed spirits have no rest. When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast. Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them quick and burn them slow. Elder be the Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed ye'll be. When the wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn. When the wheel has turned to Yule, light the log and the horned on rules. Heed ye flower, bush and tree, by the Lady, Blessed Be. Where the Rippling waters go, cast a stone, the truth to know. When ye have and hold a need, hearken not to others greed. With a fool no seasons spend, or be counted as his friend. Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart. Mind the threefold law ye should, three times bad and three times good. When misfortune is enow, wear the blue star on thy brow. True in love ye must ever be, lest they love be false to thee. These words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An ye harm none, do what ye will. |
| Name: | Cappy |
| E-mail address: | I got loads of caps |
| Comments: | Hey, what happened to your "Wikipedia" entry? I tried googling it, but you're listed as "NN". What does any of this shit even mean? I tried to warn you about playing with nazi pinheads, but you wouldn't listen. If I were in your shoes, I'd work on leaving my mark on a treadmill. |
| Name: | Lil' Thommy Haywood |
| E-mail address: | IlovetheBangles! |
| Homepage URL: | http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2005/09/shit_from_an_ol.html |
| Comments: | Thank You Mr Bniblet! For all your Know How and the generosity there of.
And Mr Berger for the link above! |
| Name: | Edmund O. Greisedeck |
| E-mail address: | tanya@ircops.org@ |
| Homepage URL: | http://goatse.cx |
| Comments: | hey what happened to my gay porn site?s? I used to use this guestbook as my bookmarks@!!!!! Damnit now my whole day is RUINED! |