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A poem (1)
« on: November 20, 2010, 04:15:52 pm »
Once I couldn't find my shoe,
I only had the one.
So what I did was shove it up your ass.
I fucking hate you.
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Re: A poem (1)
« Reply #1 on: November 20, 2010, 06:23:06 pm »
Once I couldn't find my shoe,
I only had the one.
So what I did was shove it up your ass.
I fucking hate you.

This is good Discordian poetry. I approve.
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.