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Boyzz!! I got wasted last night, drank shitloads of gin and snorted some opium - You know, I was too drunk to mess with the waterpipe.
Well, I wrote this poem, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. Pretty gay, huh. That bitch, she dumped me for some guido on the football team! BTW, thy Naiad airs, that was the smell from her cranky ass, as I was slammin it home in the glory that was Greece. Not so gay, huh!
 I don't think I ever mentioned it before but I'm a big football fan. I live in Baltimore so the Ravens are MY team. The Ravens have the hottest cheerleaders and there is one raven-haired beauty that I met at a calender signing at Hooters that has inspired my best work ever! I call it The Raven.She spreads for some opium and gin. The linemen all knew her, The safetys both do her, Nevermore am I wanting for sin.  >>cheerleader-cheerleader-cheerleader-cheerleader-cheerleader-cheerleader<< >>>BAWDY BUXOM BARMAIDS<<<
Man, I don't update for awhile and you guys disappear on me. My hits are way down. This is gonna be a shit update. I've discovered the charms of Jamaican spirits and my muse has left town. Here's some porn. Its the only reason you fuckheads come here anyway. While you're diddling muse on this.   >>>TWISTED TEEN TROLLOPS<<<
Yo! I got trashed last night and got that stupid song from Blues Traveler in my head. You know , the one that goes... Once upon a midnight dreary... Shit, the lead guitarist in GodSmack kicks ass! I play guitar. People used to say I was real good! I think its under the bed, maybe I'll start practicing again. This poetry thing is going nowhere. I got to thinking which is a better high? Opium or Ether? Maybe I'll put a poll up and you guys can help decide, but for now.
>>>TASTY TEEN TARTS<<<
Whoa! About last night... I found this poem when I woke up this afternoon. into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long and dishevelled hair; it was blacker than the raven wings of the midnight! And now slowly opened the eyes of the figure which stood before me. "Here then, at least," I shrieked aloud, "can I never - can I never be mistaken - these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes - of my lost love - of the lady - of the LADY LIGEIA. Jeez! Lady Ligeia is always e-mailing me about getting together >>>Visit her site - LadyLigeiaCam<<< But does she want me for me or all the daily traffic Poe Project delivers? Besides, I prefer a hairless peach - not huge masses of long and disheveled hair! That bitch has really got into my head.
Man, I have been growing more moody, more irritable. Last night I came home really drunk and my cat pissed me off! He was avoiding me, the big, black pussy. I grabbed him and frightened, the cat bit me - not too hard - it barely broke the skin. I got so fucking mad that I grabbed the pen-knife I keep in my pocket, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity. I only wish I could have found my digital camera so I could have posted a picture for you guys.
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