Call for Submissions
Horror, Sleaze and Trash is currently accepting poetry submissions for the Summer 2017 issue of HST Quarterly.
If you're familiar with our website, then you already know the type of shit we usually publish, but our previous issues should give you an even better idea of what we'd like for the book. Please visit our Submissions page or submit directly to the editor at arthur.graham.pub@gmail.com.
All contributors are entitled to print/distribute their own copies however they see fit, so send us your very best shit!
ConwayT wrote: "It's only fair that I inform you that it is my goal to look stupid on GR. You're playing right into my grand plan."I never would've guessed!
Arthur wrote: "ConwayT wrote: "It's only fair that I inform you that it is my goal to look stupid on GR. You're playing right into my grand plan."
I never would've guessed!"
Fucking Millennial wise ass.
I never would've guessed!"
Fucking Millennial wise ass.
This thread has been maybe as entertaining as the next issue of HST will be.
Are all the deleted users the same weirdo?
Jeff wrote: "This thread has been maybe as entertaining as the next issue of HST will be."
Longer anyway and the mofo's free.
Longer anyway and the mofo's free.
Jeff wrote: "Are all the deleted users the same weirdo?"
Same depends on the time which you are blessed to have a digital readout. Soon as you understand AM vs. PM you might figure out something.
Weirdo- Ultimate complement coming from a Bizarro hack. Thanks.
Same depends on the time which you are blessed to have a digital readout. Soon as you understand AM vs. PM you might figure out something.
Weirdo- Ultimate complement coming from a Bizarro hack. Thanks.
Your online presence is sketchy as fuck.
Jeff wrote: "Your online presence is sketchy as fuck."
Is this really Arthur with that Leyner induced "Who am I?" horseshit again? This on line crap ain't worth squat; so why should I care how anyone characterizes it? You don't even know how to spell "Big Boobinstine."
Yo.
Is this really Arthur with that Leyner induced "Who am I?" horseshit again? This on line crap ain't worth squat; so why should I care how anyone characterizes it? You don't even know how to spell "Big Boobinstine."
Yo.
One can never be sure if they've been lexicologically raped by an adept rapist. It's always possible that it was Hal's dream of Gately who also had a dream, which also had a dream; yadda yadda.
But, I'll tell you a little secret. No matter how you look at it; you've been fucked.
Welcome to Arthur Graham's "Fire." A song seems appropriate.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEKEl...
And Arthur facetiously asks the value of re-reading DFW's IJ.
But, I'll tell you a little secret. No matter how you look at it; you've been fucked.
Welcome to Arthur Graham's "Fire." A song seems appropriate.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEKEl...
And Arthur facetiously asks the value of re-reading DFW's IJ.
I only dream of Arthur Graham fucking me.
Jeff wrote: "I only dream of Arthur Graham fucking me."
So does Arthur. It's so sad. Now that it's in the open the dream seems near over. Much ado, much ado, ................
Uh, sure it's a dream?
So does Arthur. It's so sad. Now that it's in the open the dream seems near over. Much ado, much ado, ................
Uh, sure it's a dream?
And the "god," he is silent. Probably still trying to get his fucking pants on or sucking up to some useless GR reviewer who is faking being horny. The bullshit is much too easy on line.
I enjoy our little back and forth, but I'm curious as to what it is you do that places you on such a pedestal to judge us so harshly. You do understand that you're just a faceless troll whose only real accomplishment is becoming the laughingstock of a community? Right?
Gosh and golly with all due modesty, Jeff; I never feel the need to justify myself to anyone. I'm fabulously wealthy.
And au contraire; I have made no judgements. I'm merely reporting the obvious judgement made by the marketplace.
My brief "understandings" of what a self-important, miniscule, failed, and creativity challenged community think of me matters to me as much as the sales of Big Boobinstine.
I'm doing you jerks a favor. Face the fucking facts and get off the Bizarro bullshit if you have any hopes of making any money writing. If you don't I don't really care.
If you'dlike to read what most everyone, including me think of it; try this;
1) As has been demonstrated again here; childish Bizarro "stars" tried to take the right to ridicule everything; but think themselves above ridicule.
2) The vast majority of it is a sad old fart's view of a fantasy childhood, which real children would be embarrassed to relate to.
3) It was a minor short term novelty, and nobody is further interested.
4) Kenin Strange, one of the best Bizarro writers, has been ostracized and libeled by this "kind" community, likely because he is actually a creative writer.
5) Kevin has also exposed extreme and covered up perversity within this "kind" community including but not limited to rampant pedophilia.
6) It's top reviewer has abandoned Bizarro entirely becaus of this and other discoveries he has made while familiar with the group.
I could say much more. Want to ask any more stupid questions?
This isn't personal, Jeff. I'm just being a reporter who calls em as he sees em; and hope that the talented writers mired in this crap will do themselves a favor and get out.
And au contraire; I have made no judgements. I'm merely reporting the obvious judgement made by the marketplace.
My brief "understandings" of what a self-important, miniscule, failed, and creativity challenged community think of me matters to me as much as the sales of Big Boobinstine.
I'm doing you jerks a favor. Face the fucking facts and get off the Bizarro bullshit if you have any hopes of making any money writing. If you don't I don't really care.
If you'dlike to read what most everyone, including me think of it; try this;
1) As has been demonstrated again here; childish Bizarro "stars" tried to take the right to ridicule everything; but think themselves above ridicule.
2) The vast majority of it is a sad old fart's view of a fantasy childhood, which real children would be embarrassed to relate to.
3) It was a minor short term novelty, and nobody is further interested.
4) Kenin Strange, one of the best Bizarro writers, has been ostracized and libeled by this "kind" community, likely because he is actually a creative writer.
5) Kevin has also exposed extreme and covered up perversity within this "kind" community including but not limited to rampant pedophilia.
6) It's top reviewer has abandoned Bizarro entirely becaus of this and other discoveries he has made while familiar with the group.
I could say much more. Want to ask any more stupid questions?
This isn't personal, Jeff. I'm just being a reporter who calls em as he sees em; and hope that the talented writers mired in this crap will do themselves a favor and get out.
Heh. It all makes sense now. You dropped a Strange-bomb. I should have seen that one coming. I wish you hadn't because now I get you, and the mystique has vanished. Your antics are no longer interesting, and so pathetic that I actually feel bad watching. You, like Kevin, will probably die cold and alone. Good luck.
You guys always professed to be weird. Used to also say purposely offensive. Now we all know how true that was.
Again, rather than dealing with the facts, you make a personal attack.
If you just fuck off and don't watch me, I cannot adequately convey my degree of heartbreak. especially coming from a 3 book a month selling Bizarro ace, who is now the unpaid, big shot "editor" of another on-line zine no one looks at.
If I have a choice between dying alone and being in the company of 100 Bizarro retard perverts take a wild guess which I'd choose. Since you're a Bizarro minion, I'll give you a hint. It starts with A .... L? Got it yet, baldy? O?
The 100 Bizarro retard perverts really do think they're the center of the world; don't they? Get just a little real for your own good. Everyone else knows that it's just a circle jerk and an exchange of four and five star reviews on books which sell one per month.
You conveniently forgot to mention the disgusted reviewer, whose name I won't say out of respect. It's on his blog and he, like Strange has been in the inner circle, and he says 96% of you suck.
Save your wishes of "good luck" for your shithole books, or otherwise shove it up your fat ass.
Again, rather than dealing with the facts, you make a personal attack.
If you just fuck off and don't watch me, I cannot adequately convey my degree of heartbreak. especially coming from a 3 book a month selling Bizarro ace, who is now the unpaid, big shot "editor" of another on-line zine no one looks at.
If I have a choice between dying alone and being in the company of 100 Bizarro retard perverts take a wild guess which I'd choose. Since you're a Bizarro minion, I'll give you a hint. It starts with A .... L? Got it yet, baldy? O?
The 100 Bizarro retard perverts really do think they're the center of the world; don't they? Get just a little real for your own good. Everyone else knows that it's just a circle jerk and an exchange of four and five star reviews on books which sell one per month.
You conveniently forgot to mention the disgusted reviewer, whose name I won't say out of respect. It's on his blog and he, like Strange has been in the inner circle, and he says 96% of you suck.
Save your wishes of "good luck" for your shithole books, or otherwise shove it up your fat ass.
Geez, I walk away for one day, and I come back to this shit on my HST thread? This is not a Bizarro discussion, nor is it a forum for accusations, attacks, or the airing of personal grievances -- take it someplace else, if you must.
Arthur wrote: "Geez, I walk away for one day, and I come back to this shit on my HST thread? This is not a Bizarro discussion, nor is it a forum for accusations, attacks, or the airing of personal grievances -- t..."
Sorry. He started it all the way back on #105 and escalated.
Fuck really must think that someone gives a shit that he thinks my antics are no longer interesting. Mofo thinks he's Michael Pietsch.
Hehe. Gotta admit it got a lot of views.
Sorry. He started it all the way back on #105 and escalated.
Fuck really must think that someone gives a shit that he thinks my antics are no longer interesting. Mofo thinks he's Michael Pietsch.
Hehe. Gotta admit it got a lot of views.
A new day. My Gypsy Joker pals tell me there's no way they're going to mess with the Bizarro thugs. Last people who did got bombarded with tons of bitchy commentary on Facebook and GR. It's so disconcerting that;
I'm literally
sitting here
shaking.
Someone just told me that they could get me some sarin. I'm considering a pre-emptive strike in the down and out section of Portland.
I'm literally
sitting here
shaking.
Someone just told me that they could get me some sarin. I'm considering a pre-emptive strike in the down and out section of Portland.
THE CRAZY WORLD OF ARTHUR GRAHAM
FIRST FIRE EDITION
brings you Part One of an interview with Douglas Hackle
Q
Good morning. My pleasure. And by the way that’s Hackle with an H.
Q
Cool. Just wouldn’t advise saying that again.
Q
Of course it’s a nome de plume. I value my privacy.
Q
Well some might use that unfortunate word. Personally, I prefer to say that I’m camping out.
Q
Yes. They were so nice.
Q
My contract precludes me from stating precise numbers. Suffice to say it was enough to finance the purchase of 3 oh-zees of medical grade.
Q
Not regularly. I got it from this paranoid illegal grower I know. He’s always generous because he’s afraid that I’ll tell the bad guys about his operation.
Q
Because I can probably step on it three times and pass it in bulk. Or I can go dimes and sell it at the university.
Q
Most of us need a day job.
Q
I’m excited about it too.
Q
Well, it was pretty minor. The editor thought that my title; “The Hottest Gay Man to be Killed in a Shark Attack” was a bit cumbersome. So, we settled on “Gay Shark Dreams.”
Q
Yes, that might be construed as a bit misleading. But, he said there’s a market which Googles “gay” and that it was better to have that the first word.
Q
There was some discussion about the sexuality; gender if you will; of Rosebud, the talking sled.
Q
No, I was like “whatever, dude.” I mean did you ever meet a talking sled with any particular gender? Like duh.
Q
I don’t know. He was giving me all this schizz about some Derrida guy. I was like totally lost, because the first time he said it I thought he said diarrhea; and yeah, sure you can see it that way.
Q
Yes, of course the book is for adults. Why would you ask that?
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The espistomology of words in a deconstructed, post-structural sense. It was one of those things popular in the spaced 60’s.
Q
I find it most amusing that after having had the credentials necessary to write a book about a straight guy with unrealistic expectations, with the deception of gay in the title wherever placed, that screwballs now ask me questions about the world situation, the state of the US educational system, and my view on Syria and Trump.
Q
No, that was not generally directed at you. It’s not the least bit personal. As a matter of fact, I consider your particular questions to be quite astute. ........ Of course, if one puts any credence in that diarrhea theory, then the generality of what I said can be thought to indirectly be a signifier of the signified; you in this case. It’s best not to think about these things. You either become a recognized genius or spend the rest of your life at the happy farm. And the odds are heavily against you.
SEE ISSUE #2 FOR PART 2 OF OUR INTERVIEW WITH DOUGLAS QUACKILL.
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FIRST FIRE EDITION
brings you Part One of an interview with Douglas Hackle
Q
Good morning. My pleasure. And by the way that’s Hackle with an H.
Q
Cool. Just wouldn’t advise saying that again.
Q
Of course it’s a nome de plume. I value my privacy.
Q
Well some might use that unfortunate word. Personally, I prefer to say that I’m camping out.
Q
Yes. They were so nice.
Q
My contract precludes me from stating precise numbers. Suffice to say it was enough to finance the purchase of 3 oh-zees of medical grade.
Q
Not regularly. I got it from this paranoid illegal grower I know. He’s always generous because he’s afraid that I’ll tell the bad guys about his operation.
Q
Because I can probably step on it three times and pass it in bulk. Or I can go dimes and sell it at the university.
Q
Most of us need a day job.
Q
I’m excited about it too.
Q
Well, it was pretty minor. The editor thought that my title; “The Hottest Gay Man to be Killed in a Shark Attack” was a bit cumbersome. So, we settled on “Gay Shark Dreams.”
Q
Yes, that might be construed as a bit misleading. But, he said there’s a market which Googles “gay” and that it was better to have that the first word.
Q
There was some discussion about the sexuality; gender if you will; of Rosebud, the talking sled.
Q
No, I was like “whatever, dude.” I mean did you ever meet a talking sled with any particular gender? Like duh.
Q
I don’t know. He was giving me all this schizz about some Derrida guy. I was like totally lost, because the first time he said it I thought he said diarrhea; and yeah, sure you can see it that way.
Q
Yes, of course the book is for adults. Why would you ask that?
Q
The espistomology of words in a deconstructed, post-structural sense. It was one of those things popular in the spaced 60’s.
Q
I find it most amusing that after having had the credentials necessary to write a book about a straight guy with unrealistic expectations, with the deception of gay in the title wherever placed, that screwballs now ask me questions about the world situation, the state of the US educational system, and my view on Syria and Trump.
Q
No, that was not generally directed at you. It’s not the least bit personal. As a matter of fact, I consider your particular questions to be quite astute. ........ Of course, if one puts any credence in that diarrhea theory, then the generality of what I said can be thought to indirectly be a signifier of the signified; you in this case. It’s best not to think about these things. You either become a recognized genius or spend the rest of your life at the happy farm. And the odds are heavily against you.
SEE ISSUE #2 FOR PART 2 OF OUR INTERVIEW WITH DOUGLAS QUACKILL.
To ensure the continuance of this literary publication, please donate whatever you think it’s worth to our spot on Patreon. Better for us if you contribute a bit more than you think it’s worth.
PruneC wrote: "The editor thought that my title; "The Hottest Gay Man to be Killed in a Shark Attack" was a bit cumbersome. So, we settled on "Gay Shark Dreams"."Nice.
Arthur said; "Nice. "
A sincere thank you. You're a difficult audience.
A sincere thank you. You're a difficult audience.
Douglas wrote: ""
Smiling faces make me smile.
He is smiling, right?
Smiling faces make me smile.
He is smiling, right?
THE CRAZY WORLD OF ARTHUR GRAHAM
SECOND FIRE EDITION
brings you concluding Part Two of an interview with Douglas Hackle
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I start the process with the computer. Handwriting is so barbarian; don’t you think? And soon the story takes on its own life. It writes itself. Makes things easy for me. All I have to do is make sure the words are correctly spelled.
Q
Probably about three people so far.
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I don’t know. I guess so. I never really think about that. It’s just a matter of being able to do it this way. There’s really no other option for me other than to not write at all.
Q
Well, I don’t really care either wise ass. Ha ha ha. That’s a joke.
Q
That’s a bit of a dilemma for me too. I can only ask if it would be preferable for me to be consciously literary.
Q
Sure, Hansel Higginzhire is overdone. That’s so the reader doesn’t fully relate, as that would be super depressing. Ideally, the reader is able to sympathize with Hansel, but not see themselves as him. But in a ridiculous, unreal analogy of someone who is faced with difficult obstacles.
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Yeah, Millennial in 2017; Greasers in the fifties; Hippies in the sixties; Punks and Hip-hoppers thereafter.
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I’d like people to come away from it thinking; “If Hansel can reach his dreams so can I." Or ,"better not butt heads with a guy hoisting a wrecking ball."
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No, that was a comical accident. I only intend dazzling word play when I’m paid for it.
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We’re condemned to call it something. Buyers rightfully ask; “What are you selling?” So, we have categories, sub-categories, classifications of writing styles, etc. etc. I think it would have been better if this stuff was called Irreal. That was the original name. Most people don’t know that.
Q
Ah. Another brilliant and uplifting, Irreal offering from the impeccable Douglas Hackle; the prose of Henry James married to the comedy of the Marx Brothers, filtered through the rainbow prism of James Dean.
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If you insist; or schizz from a malcontent with little grip on reality; laced with urban diction.
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No, I didn’t say dick. That’s more Graham style. Did you see his nudie on Goodreads?
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Well, may as well have been. Dude got more views and likes on that blog than all his books put together.
Q
This is getting annoyingly serious. I mean like most of the time I’m just thinking about deformed unicycles and lobster dripping with butter.
Q
Thank you too. Try not to butcher the eloquent nuances.
Q- There you have it. Emerging Irreal writer Douglas Quackill. Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of “Gay Shark Dreams.” And while you’re at it, don’t forget “Clown Tear Junkies,” and the soon-to-be-released; “Is Wynona Ryder Still with the Dude from Soul Asylum? And Other Tales of Doom and terror.” This boy could really use that editor again.
Yo mama could use an editor.
Q-Whoa, whoa, hey. No mamas, dude.
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SECOND FIRE EDITION
brings you concluding Part Two of an interview with Douglas Hackle
Q
I start the process with the computer. Handwriting is so barbarian; don’t you think? And soon the story takes on its own life. It writes itself. Makes things easy for me. All I have to do is make sure the words are correctly spelled.
Q
Probably about three people so far.
Q
I don’t know. I guess so. I never really think about that. It’s just a matter of being able to do it this way. There’s really no other option for me other than to not write at all.
Q
Well, I don’t really care either wise ass. Ha ha ha. That’s a joke.
Q
That’s a bit of a dilemma for me too. I can only ask if it would be preferable for me to be consciously literary.
Q
Sure, Hansel Higginzhire is overdone. That’s so the reader doesn’t fully relate, as that would be super depressing. Ideally, the reader is able to sympathize with Hansel, but not see themselves as him. But in a ridiculous, unreal analogy of someone who is faced with difficult obstacles.
Q
Yeah, Millennial in 2017; Greasers in the fifties; Hippies in the sixties; Punks and Hip-hoppers thereafter.
Q
I’d like people to come away from it thinking; “If Hansel can reach his dreams so can I." Or ,"better not butt heads with a guy hoisting a wrecking ball."
Q
No, that was a comical accident. I only intend dazzling word play when I’m paid for it.
Q
We’re condemned to call it something. Buyers rightfully ask; “What are you selling?” So, we have categories, sub-categories, classifications of writing styles, etc. etc. I think it would have been better if this stuff was called Irreal. That was the original name. Most people don’t know that.
Q
Ah. Another brilliant and uplifting, Irreal offering from the impeccable Douglas Hackle; the prose of Henry James married to the comedy of the Marx Brothers, filtered through the rainbow prism of James Dean.
Q
If you insist; or schizz from a malcontent with little grip on reality; laced with urban diction.
Q
No, I didn’t say dick. That’s more Graham style. Did you see his nudie on Goodreads?
Q
Well, may as well have been. Dude got more views and likes on that blog than all his books put together.
Q
This is getting annoyingly serious. I mean like most of the time I’m just thinking about deformed unicycles and lobster dripping with butter.
Q
Thank you too. Try not to butcher the eloquent nuances.
Q- There you have it. Emerging Irreal writer Douglas Quackill. Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of “Gay Shark Dreams.” And while you’re at it, don’t forget “Clown Tear Junkies,” and the soon-to-be-released; “Is Wynona Ryder Still with the Dude from Soul Asylum? And Other Tales of Doom and terror.” This boy could really use that editor again.
Yo mama could use an editor.
Q-Whoa, whoa, hey. No mamas, dude.
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PruneC wrote: "Yo mama could use an editor."Talk about a hard-hitting interview!
Arthur said; "Talk about a hard-hitting interview!'
Thank you. But the interviewer owes everything to the brilliance of the signifier. ................ Hmmmm. When the signifier speaks of his own book he becomes the signified. Or is it the other way around, both, or none of the aforementioned? No wonder Derrida looked like he had his finger in an electrical outlet.
Thank you. But the interviewer owes everything to the brilliance of the signifier. ................ Hmmmm. When the signifier speaks of his own book he becomes the signified. Or is it the other way around, both, or none of the aforementioned? No wonder Derrida looked like he had his finger in an electrical outlet.
PruneC wrote: "No wonder Derrida looked like he had his finger in an electrical outlet."He did have pretty fabulous hair, if nothing else.
Arthur said; "He did have pretty fabulous hair, if nothing else."
For some reason I started wondering if he ever did a nudie.
For some reason I started wondering if he ever did a nudie.
We, here at The Crazy World of Arthur Graham extend our deepest sympathies to the many podcasters soon out of business. Having said that it is also recognized that it is your own fault. You should have done your homework and read at least part of the interviewed's books. It would also have helped if you occasionally did a follow up question, rather than just reading from your stupid list.
It's really pathetic when a writer says that his last book was savaged by critics and his mother died the same day, and starts bawling and everything; and then you ask; "Who are your favorite writers?"
Interviewing isn't a difficult job if you just pay a little attention. Sheesh.
It's really pathetic when a writer says that his last book was savaged by critics and his mother died the same day, and starts bawling and everything; and then you ask; "Who are your favorite writers?"
Interviewing isn't a difficult job if you just pay a little attention. Sheesh.
On another thread which appreciates me almost as much as the viewers here, an old "conspiracy theory" was again resurrected after the passage of a seemingly short two year absence. My, how time flies when you're having fun.
Why did the Peruvians make the Nasca Lines?
Aren't you all just dying to hear the spaceship stories once more? Aren't you just dying to hear the zealots again insist that they are only visible from the air, despite numerous testimonies claiming to have had that privilige at ground level? They seem to think that attaches some relevance to the "communication with spaceman" theory, as if it would make tremendous difference to Mr. Spaceman if the earth bound saw the momentous message.
For those still reading this bore, the answer is simple enough to give Occam an orgasm. As Peru was saddled with a plethora of unskilled labor, the country pioneered putting them to some use while hopefully establishing a tourist attraction. Their results have to date been lackluster, which the Wall Street Journal attributes to the inability of Peruvian tax incentive programs to attract a Trump resort/golf club.
You can vote on other stupid answers elsewhere.
Why did the Peruvians make the Nasca Lines?
Aren't you all just dying to hear the spaceship stories once more? Aren't you just dying to hear the zealots again insist that they are only visible from the air, despite numerous testimonies claiming to have had that privilige at ground level? They seem to think that attaches some relevance to the "communication with spaceman" theory, as if it would make tremendous difference to Mr. Spaceman if the earth bound saw the momentous message.
For those still reading this bore, the answer is simple enough to give Occam an orgasm. As Peru was saddled with a plethora of unskilled labor, the country pioneered putting them to some use while hopefully establishing a tourist attraction. Their results have to date been lackluster, which the Wall Street Journal attributes to the inability of Peruvian tax incentive programs to attract a Trump resort/golf club.
You can vote on other stupid answers elsewhere.
How silly of me. This site is primarily about poetry and I've neglected to include any of mine. I'm so excited as this one has been nominated for HST's best of the year. I can't contain myself. Here goes.
SOMETIMES YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED
A RECOVERING LOVE STORY
I sat
on the can.
Hope in
my heart.
Though I
pushed
and I pushed
I made
no splash.
My disappointment
did fade.
As I was blessed
by the scent of
blowing raspberries.
SOMETIMES YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED
A RECOVERING LOVE STORY
I sat
on the can.
Hope in
my heart.
Though I
pushed
and I pushed
I made
no splash.
My disappointment
did fade.
As I was blessed
by the scent of
blowing raspberries.
It's always difficult to follow a big hit; as expectations have been so elevated. A safe return to tradition is often the best route for the fartist.
"Raspberry Hill"
I found my thrill on Raspberry Hill
On Raspberry Hill, when I smelled you
The moon stood still on Raspberry Hill
And lingered until my dreams came true
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Though we're apart, you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Raspberry Hill.
"Raspberry Hill"
I found my thrill on Raspberry Hill
On Raspberry Hill, when I smelled you
The moon stood still on Raspberry Hill
And lingered until my dreams came true
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Though we're apart, you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Raspberry Hill.
May i suggest writing an informative DIY book since you seem to know everything. Maybe title it 'How to drive your child into mental illness using narcasstic abuse'. Something like that. I'm sure it will be a hit. What's this obsession with Arthur? I agree with Jeff. You are becoming a bore.
Casey wrote: "May i suggest writing an informative DIY book since you seem to know everything. Maybe title it 'How to drive your child into mental illness using narcasstic abuse'. Something like that. I'm sure i..."
Thanks for the compement and idea, Casey. The idea has great potential as it can be tied into all that conspiracy stuff about mind fragmentation and mind controlled assasins.
Besides my wife, Arthur is the only person who has tolerated me for more than six months.
If you had any knowledge of DFW, the recognized genius, you might have known that everything becomes a bore after a while; present company not excluded.
To return the "idea" favor it might have some market potential if you did a "poem" or two with five or more words per line which isn't about a male rejected, and consequently chronically horny female.
Just sayin'. You can make it up.
Thanks for the compement and idea, Casey. The idea has great potential as it can be tied into all that conspiracy stuff about mind fragmentation and mind controlled assasins.
Besides my wife, Arthur is the only person who has tolerated me for more than six months.
If you had any knowledge of DFW, the recognized genius, you might have known that everything becomes a bore after a while; present company not excluded.
To return the "idea" favor it might have some market potential if you did a "poem" or two with five or more words per line which isn't about a male rejected, and consequently chronically horny female.
Just sayin'. You can make it up.
I will write what i damn well please. And if you dont like what arthur writes or me or the bizzaro community, then dont read it. Pretty simple. Write your own book about that farting nonsense.
PruneC wrote: "chronically horny female"Chronically horny females are the very best kind, IMHO.
Casey wrote: "I will write what i damn well please. And if you dont like what arthur writes or me or the bizzaro community, then dont read it. Pretty simple. Write your own book about that farting nonsense." Here, Here! *throws beer glass up*
Arthur wrote: "Chronically horny females are the very best kind, IMHO."
Here, Here! *throws beer glass up again*
A. wrote: "Here, Here! *throws beer glass up*Here, Here! *throws beer glass up again*"
Also, chronically drunk females.
Arthur wrote: "A. wrote: "Here, Here! *throws beer glass up*Here, Here! *throws beer glass up again*"
Also, chronically drunk females."
^_^ ... o_O *falls off stool*
Casey wrote: "I will write what i damn well please. And if you dont like what arthur writes or me or the bizzaro community, then dont read it. Pretty simple. Write your own book about that farting nonsense."
Of course you can; thought it went without saying. Just trying to be as helpful as you.
And don't tell me what to do unless you can fork over a wad of cash for the privilige.
Of course you can; thought it went without saying. Just trying to be as helpful as you.
And don't tell me what to do unless you can fork over a wad of cash for the privilige.
Arthur wrote: "PruneC wrote: "chronically horny female"
Chronically horny females are the very best kind, IMHO."
LOL. Suspect that works well for you. Unfortunately, I have come to experience that it is better to avoid the factory rejects. Yeah, they're cheap up front, but damn, they soon need replacement after a month of piss.
Chronically horny females are the very best kind, IMHO."
LOL. Suspect that works well for you. Unfortunately, I have come to experience that it is better to avoid the factory rejects. Yeah, they're cheap up front, but damn, they soon need replacement after a month of piss.
A wrote; Here, Here! *throws beer glass up*
Arthur wrote: "Chronically horny females are the very best kind, IMHO."
Here, Here! *throws beer glass up again*
It doesn't seem to bother my dog all that much, but personally I don't like to puke. And glass? Wow, that can rip your throat out.
Arthur wrote: "Chronically horny females are the very best kind, IMHO."
Here, Here! *throws beer glass up again*
It doesn't seem to bother my dog all that much, but personally I don't like to puke. And glass? Wow, that can rip your throat out.
PruneC wrote: "LOL. Suspect that works well for you. Unfortunately, I have come to experience that it is better to avoid the factory rejects. Yeah, they're cheap up front, but damn, they soon need replacement after a month of piss."....You sound like a reject to me. Sorry you've been replaced one too many times.
Arthur wrote; "Also, chronically drunk females."
You know better than me, but some of the fem drunks get all argumentative, and just want somebody to fight with. That was all right until it got to the point where they can kick some ass.
You know better than me, but some of the fem drunks get all argumentative, and just want somebody to fight with. That was all right until it got to the point where they can kick some ass.
A said; "^_^ ... o_O *falls off stool*
If that stool was just a fart you'd be surely OK.
This is my last comment about drunken, horny females. Fuck 'em all or let 'em go write "poetry" for other drunken, horny females.
If that stool was just a fart you'd be surely OK.
This is my last comment about drunken, horny females. Fuck 'em all or let 'em go write "poetry" for other drunken, horny females.
PruneC wrote: "This is my last comment about drunken, horny females. Fuck 'em all or let 'em go write "poetry" for other drunken, horny females."Or just send 'em on over to my place -- either way works!
Oh, well. Did it again. So sad. I've lost another potential recipient of free books. Thank God or FDR (no, not DFW this time) for my "social" security.
See, problem is Casey, that I can only know that your poetry stinks after reading it. Take my word that this is harder on me than it is on you. The lamb is always slaughtered until Jesus does a re-run.
See, problem is Casey, that I can only know that your poetry stinks after reading it. Take my word that this is harder on me than it is on you. The lamb is always slaughtered until Jesus does a re-run.
PruneC wrote: "This is my last comment about drunken, horny females. Fuck 'em all or let 'em go write "poetry" for other drunken, horny females"Isn't that exactly the point to this lifestyle? "Fuck 'em all or let 'em go write poetry" Mmhmm, wouldn't trade it for the world :)
1) Do you go right leg first?
2) Do you go left leg first?
3) Do you go both at the same time?
4) How many legs do you have?
5) Are you aware of how much you have psychologically revealed by answering these questions?
6) Do you care?
7) Does anybody?
1) When seated.
2) When standing.
3) When dropped from the sky.
4) That's classified.
5) Alien eclectics are a whole new ballgame, terra crotchface.
6) About what?
7) Who cares?
See if you can do it. If you have to copy no one is looking.