Culburn was vicious! Spurs and Mave fans was beggin for him to be ban.
& you guys begged me up & down to stop it, cuz it was drivin' ya's nuts.
Culburn was vicious! Spurs and Mave fans was beggin for him to be ban.
Yep, they were writin' Kori night & day trying to get me ousted. I'll give her credit though, she never bought it.
Hated the incognito Italian stint he tried to keep up, even for the the mere short time it lasted.
Otherwise, Cubby's one a' my ST favorites...regardless of whether or not I can makes sense of all his posts.
That quickly became a gd habit, even around the house, even in my head I was thinking that way:::"what a you a want for a breakfast, a Cubby?"
It was like subconsciously I'd been so frightened by Kori that I took to the Daniel Day Lewis school of acting/I actually lived as an Italian xchange student 24/7. I didn't want to slip up and make a mistake. I shaved my legs, my ass, crammed my ass into a used Speedo I bought at the Goodwill and carried a book bag around on my shoulders.
I'm sure it was one of the most erotic experiences of your life too, Cubster.
Tumescence was still not achieved, Dunc.
he's still a pedo from phoenix. what has changed?
#16 made it ok.
tee, hee.
Here's an oldie, but, a goodie:::
March 19, 1840 - Bexar Council House, Texas Republic: With cold fury, three government commissioners, several local ranchers, and a squad of Texas Militia gazed at the ravaged countenance of 16-year-old Matilda Lockhart, kidnapped years earlier and brought for ransom to the Bexar Peace Council by Penataka Comanche chief Maguara. Every inch of the girl's body bore bruises, sores, and scars from beatings and repeated burnings; Comanche squaws had seared her nose off all the way to bone remnants protruding from a ghastly hole in the center of her face. Asked by hard-eyed commissioners for 200 additional captives he'd promised to deliver on the council's opening day, Maguara stupidly demanded more blankets and ammunition in ransom, adding, "How do you like that answer?" as he returned to his seat. A heartbeat later, blazing militia guns shredded the entire Penataka delegation, leaving 65 Indians dead on the floor and declaring total war-with no quarter-until Comanche depredations on the Texas frontier ended forever.
the internet forum
boy writing weird poetry
the light of the screen shimmering in darkness
fingers tap lightly on the keys
the tapping stops for a brief moment
letting his mind drift away to thoughts of passion
suddenly he's startled back to reality
mom calls from the next room
dinner is ready
In culburn's case, mom is calling from the other side.
I will cherish it always, Princess.
Ln, write a poem for Kori.
Ha! I can't do much better, but I know good poetry when I see it. But heck, since we're all sharing bad poetry, might as well give it a whirl.
There ya go CulbyCulburn's hairy arms
Rest patiently on digital threads
Waiting in the half-darkened room
for signs of life
His heartbeat quickens; he senses
a young Spurfly, nervous
frantically hiding himself
beneath silk blankets
And Giuseppe's arms delicately
Tap the guitar strings of webbing
And Giuseppe's mandibles gently
Pierce the warm skinI'll let you decide who you want the fly to be.
Good stuff, Ln!
Eh, it's all about creating vivid sensory images.
As an aside, if you really want a good place to start figuring out if your poetry sucks or not, go to everypoet.org/pffa and go to the amateur section. You'll get a lot of good info. But I wouldn't post anything there... they're the most brutal mods I've ever seen.
Some people post generic "I was a flower, now I'm wilted" garbage, and the mods regularly say things like, "Read 1,000 more poems before you write another" and things of that nature.
Perhaps I'll submit my "Kori in the Deserts" series.
If you enjoy your works of art being ripped to shreds callously, feel free!![]()
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