Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
the pigpen
dead poetry everywhere
amen

"Aye aye, what's the craic here,
sommit to dee wi words everywhere.
Reet, got to use two words from tother poem,
ah, that's dead hard man, I'm gannin' home"
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"Aye aye, what's the craic here,
sommit to dee wi words everywhere.
Reet, got to use two words from tother poem,
ah, that's dead hard man, I'm gannin' home"


craic'd alien death ray
ah!
dead poetry everywhere

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I'm gannin home
miles stretch behind me
now forward to warmth

Never even saw
the blade coming
the path is littered
with bloodstains and false hope.
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craic'd alien death ray
ah!
dead poetry everywhere

Never even saw
the blade coming
the path is littered
with bloodstains and false hope.

(patching)

dead leads to imagined cliques
the same path retrod
imagined blood
each man stands alone
ah, dripping
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death leads to imagined cliques
the same path retrod
imagined blood
each man stands alone
ah, dripping


Take you this you bloody Danes,
you spawn of subsequented reigns;
we do not stand alone in chains,
though flesh may rot, the soul remains.

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Take you this you bloody Danes,
you spawn of subsequented reigns;
we do not stand alone in chains,
though flesh may rot, the soul remains.

The sole remains of bloody Danes
spawn mould on old war-horses' reins;
A feel'o'your tits before they change
to rotted flesh; necro remains.
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The sole remains of bloody Danes
spawn mould on old war-horses' reins;
A feel'o'your tits before they change
to rotted flesh; necro remains.

Skol, a toast to my dear mistress;
I’ll be your Great Dane,
by your side and fearless.
We’ll trek across fiord and moor,
where Valkyries will guide us
to Valhalla’s door.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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warrior waits at vahalla's door
I have killed and been killed
I will fight no more
done now is my last battle
heard the final sound
of my death rattle


This sword cast here, it cannot say,
what hate inspired its use that day.
Or was it love?  Some gallant schmuck?
They're all dead now, who gives a fuck.

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This sword cast here, it cannot say,
what hate inspired its use that day.
Or was it love? Some gallant schmuck?
They're all dead now, who gives a fuck.

A fuck is something I won't give
for those who'd rather die than live.
Make love, make war, it ends the same -
death always triumphs at the game.
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A fuck is something I won't give
for those who'd rather die than live.
Make love, make war, it ends the same -
death always triumphs at the game.

A fuck is something that I might adore;
I‘ve never driven a Mercedes before.
So, let’s make love with a living vengeance,
give that reaper a fleeting good riddance.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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A fuck is something that I might adore;
I‘ve never driven a Mercedes before.
So, let’s make love with a living vengeance,
give that reaper a fleeting good riddance.

I do adore a good fuck,
whilst sucking toes on a nylon foot,
the odours that them feet secrete,
can keep me going for a week.

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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I do adore a good fuck,
whilst sucking toes on a nylon foot,
the odours that them feet secrete,
can keep me going for a week.

Hysterical

Ms. Ell had extremely good luck
never missing a meal or a fuck
her suckling toes curled
as her sweetheart she whirled
in the bed of his new pickup truck
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beneath the world's tallest tree
lay my sweet lover and me
we were getting down to it
when a tourist they blew it
caught in flagrante delicto were we

incarcerated by arboreal desire
with no writ of habeas corpus,
the lover kneels, mouth open,
beneath the burlap sacked root ball
of an unearthed redwood
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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mouth open
now is the perfect time
to ingest foot


Lurking in forums
it's too easy to catch foot
and mouth diseases
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Lurking in forums
it's too easy to catch foot
and mouth diseases

I put my left foot in
and my right foot
never tasted the same
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sounds like
we're doin' the hannibal
hokey pokey

covered in pig's blood
feet first I enter
the anaconda
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covered in pig's blood
feet first I enter
the anaconda

coming
to your city-
Houdini II.
Thistles.
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coming
to your city-
Houdini II.

look for him
locked in the river
under ice
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listen for him
reaching out to you
Ouija board

Do you feel her  
derriere against you?
Oui, Je suis content!
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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Do you feel her
derriere against you?
Oui, Je suis content!

Don't be so happy, Harry!
That's Mom, it's inappropriate
to respond like that.
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