Harryson 0 #1 February 4, 2010 In lore there there is a mountain made of meat the executioner. The jolly hairless, hammy hands for pain. The distributioner. At toil he smiles and lust defiles. His glee beguiles yet eases trials for other guys who may despise or otherwise apply disguises to their angst considered pranks to him. Electrocutioner. A part meant higher, clouded daze invokes the curious to gaze up into heaven's future sight and ponder what he's made of. To wonder how from milk and cow and watered plant does nature grant the jolly hairless, hammy hands the pain. Can olive pay dove? Suppose in all there were no call or need at all; poor Hi-rise. Pity Dad controlling lad at battle needing bad guys. Mother home be victim then to mountain meat and curry. Cast them out to stomp about with needs to kill and bury. Be someone else's problem while The mother's rug stays furry. Fear not little High-rise. It will all come good come someday. Daddy coaches up your greed and lust to toil at fun play. Never mind those women folk and teary-eyed appellates. Uncle Brown needs boys like you, a product. He can sell it. 01/04/10 v. #4 harryson "Remember when it was all ABOUT something?" Robert Redford in Spy Games Answer: "Yes." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freestyleleigh 0 #2 February 5, 2010 I liked that, well done! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
