Scriber's Night Game

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

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Brain Dead

What say you're brain dead; like thu world give a rabbit's fxxk; just write what's in your head; good luck to nonsense anyway. Don't give wid de used material, or similar ter Shakes own digested; cut from your cloth of the long deceased inspiration. Who gain production, viewing your brain dead... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Thy Cheeky Kiss un Hug Habit...

She came from a family who were "huggers and cheeky kissers." And actually, I was not into that, but didn't know how to handle it except to cheeky kiss and hug back and smile, but it made me somewhat uneasy. Well, I was sort of "sexed up" one evening when I went to pick up my girlfriend. She and I... Sign in to see full entry.

the wise man and the dufus...

The dufus and the wise man were talking, pontificting on world affairs, the witches of Salem, how the world turns, state of the state, and how to relate to nations of less fortunate circumstances. It was a typical conversation and always the same: the wise man learned from the fool, but the fool... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

So Long Ni-ag-er...

Down by the Niagara river sides, newly wed mens and der hairy brides, were standing in line fo Maid-o-de-Mist rides. Meantimes, he sees sume pissing in the green back foam for aleatory relief, and In belief, heard said, "it brings good fortune ter de newly-wed." Guessin dey need a fren or break, he... Sign in to see full entry.

I began to lose coherency approaching moon glow. Sex, forbidding sex can do that; do it all in many ways; the mind follows the body trail and deblack conductor follows me, unbidden. Together, we jump ter tar gravel and bloody grail, clean our skins with kerosene and cold water, rest until dark along... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 7, 2007

Self Abuse Muse...

Convince of his love tellin ability; might say overconfident, de self styled Bard went more and more ter his inner self love makin event: self abuse, thy name is muse, often ignoring or fogettin, his past history uf non performance when it counted in word or deed: "Jes like uh fukin poet," de bes... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Self Love Bard?

We, who seriously claim to be, members of the bardy nations, expect others to actually read our blithering blau summations; praise our self love uf erectile formations, and how we plays with our dansing fairy creations? Oh, we de wan un weary travelers, players in de bardy blau seas un fertile... Sign in to see full entry.

Playin' With Yo Fok-n' Mind...

He look about thirty, maybe nearer forty, handsome in an oily black Irish way, he say: “ You got to be nuts ter trust, ah woman, and always thinking keep ahead with 'em.” “ How so, my man,” de bes fren went, encourage mo confidence: “ I’m here waiting the other night, steak nearly done; drinks... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Bardy Love...

De bardy man in love lorn torn 'tween de babblin brooks and blau sky above, seen reality in fantasy like a self indulgent sissy; jumps on the Shakes' shallow image, adding lover lore. Went love ho: "Yo bro, yer top de Englishman in integrity, you are my glimmer in the sky, shine like de blau... Sign in to see full entry.

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