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    Poetry?

    For me, I love Larkin:



    Or:


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    That was pretty stupid. Nice tits on display, though. Now I know how to undress an American girl: "If you love your country..."

    What is the difference between an American high school student and a cruise missile?

    --The cruise missile knows where Iraq is.

    Two Australians are walking along a beach, they see a dog licking its balls.

    "Christ Bruce, I wish I could do that" says one.

    "Well Stan, you probably could--" said the other

    "but I think you should ask him first".

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    Quote Originally Posted by dasein View Post
    That was pretty stupid. Nice tits on display, though. Now I know how to undress an American girl: "If you love your country..."

    What is the difference between an American high school student and a cruise missile?

    --The cruise missile knows where Iraq is.

    Two Australians are walking along a beach, they see a dog licking its balls.

    "Christ Bruce, I wish I could do that" says one.

    "Well Stan, you probably could--" said the other

    "but I think you should ask him first".
    lol @ all 3. i deleted my post though as i didn't want to derail your thread. i'll post it elsewhere.
    i'm rocking to my own beat

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    Never thought i'd see a thread like this on BCSB!

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    Quote Originally Posted by malamikigo View Post
    Never thought i'd see a thread like this on BCSB!
    why don't you put something in it?

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    Dont delete unless asked too....

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    I've always like this one:
    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I've tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.
    --Robert Frost
    "I dread beyond all else the growth of the petty tyranny of restrictive legislation, the transference of disciplinary authority from the judiciary to the constabulary, the abandonment of every constitutional safeguard of individual liberty."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Axel View Post
    Dont delete unless asked too....
    you can find it in "if you love your country" in the open forum

    easy link: http://www.bcsportbikes.com/forum/sh...e-your-country...
    Last edited by hols; 08-02-2012 at 06:53 PM.
    i'm rocking to my own beat

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    I was thinking some pic might have been removed

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    Leah Sublime:

    Leah Sublime,
    Goddess above me!
    Snake of the slime
    Alostrael, love me!
    Our master, the devil
    Prospers the revel.
    Tread with your foot
    My heart til it hurt!
    Tread on it, put
    The smear of your dirt
    On my love, on my shame
    Scribble your name!
    Straddle your Beast
    My Masterful Bitch
    With the thighs of you greased
    With the Sweat of your Itch!
    Spit on me, scarlet
    Mouth of my harlot!
    Now from your wide
    Raw cunt, the abyss,
    Spend spouting the tide
    Of your sizzling piss
    In my mouth; oh my Whore
    Let it pour, let it pour!
    You stale like a mare
    And fart as you stale;
    Through straggled wet hair
    You spout like a whale.
    Splash the manure
    And piss from the sewer.
    Down to me quick
    With your tooth on my lip
    And your hand on my prick
    With feverish grip
    My life as it drinks—
    How your breath stinks!
    Your hand, oh unclean
    Your hand that has wasted
    Your love, in obscene
    Black masses, that tasted
    Your soul, it’s your hand!
    Feel my prick stand!
    Your life times from lewd
    Little girl, to mature
    Worn whore that has chewed
    Your own pile of manure.
    Your hand was the key to—
    And now your frig me, too!
    Rub all the much
    Of your cunt on me, Leah
    Cunt, let me suck
    All your glued gonorrhea!
    Cunt without end!
    Amen! til you spend!
    Cunt! you have harboured
    All dirt and disease
    In your slimy unbarbered
    Loose hole, with its cheese
    And its monthlies, and pox
    You chewer of cocks!
    Cunt, you have sucked
    Up pricks, you squirted
    Out foetuses, fucked
    Til bastards you blurted
    Out into space—
    Spend on my face!
    Rub all your gleet away!
    Envenom the arrow.
    May your pox eat away
    Me to the marrow.
    Cunt you have got me;
    I love you to rot me!
    Spend again, lash me!
    Leah, one spasm
    Scream to splash me.
    Slime of the chasm
    Choke me with spilth
    Of your sow-belly’s filth.
    Stab your demoniac
    Smile to my brain!
    Soak me in cognac
    Cunt and cocaine;
    Sprawl on me! Sit
    On my mouth, Leah, shit!
    Shit on me, slut!
    Creamy the curds
    That drip from your gut!
    Greasy the turds!
    Dribble your dung
    On the tip of my tongue!
    Churn on me, Leah!
    Twist on your thighs!
    Smear diarrhoea
    Into my eyes!
    Splutter out shit
    From the bottemless pit.
    Turn to me, chew it
    With me, Leah, whore!
    Vomit it, spew it
    And lick it once more.
    We can make lust
    Drunk on disgust.
    Splay out your gut,
    Your ass hole, my lover!
    You buggering slut,
    I know where to shove her!
    There she goes, plumb
    Up the foul Bitch’s bum!
    Sackful of skin
    And bone, as I speak
    I’ll bugger your grin
    Into a shriek.
    Bugger you, slut
    Bugger your gut!
    Wriggle, you hog!
    Wrench at the pin!
    Wrench at it, drag
    It half out, suck it in!
    Scream, you hog dirt, you!
    I want it to hurt you!
    Beast-Lioness, squirt
    From your Cocksucker’s hole!
    Belch out the dirt
    From your Syphillis soul.
    Splutter foul words
    Through your supper of turds!
    May the Devil our lord, your
    Soul scribble over
    With sayings of ordure!
    Call me your lover!
    Slave of the gut
    Of the arse of a slut!
    Call me your sewer
    Of spilth and snot
    Your fart-sniffer, chewer
    Of the shit in your slot.
    Call me that as you rave
    In the rape of your slave.
    Fuck! Shit! Let me come
    Alostrael—Fuck!
    I’ve spent in your bum.
    Shit! Give me the muck
    From my whore’s arse, slick
    Dirt of my prick!
    Eat it, you sow!
    I’m your dog, fuck, shit!
    Swallow it now!
    Rest for a bit!
    Satan, you gave
    A crown to a slave.
    I am your fate, on
    Your belly, above you.
    I swear it by Satan
    Leah, I love you.
    I’m going insane
    Do it again!

    --Aleister Crowley
    "I dread beyond all else the growth of the petty tyranny of restrictive legislation, the transference of disciplinary authority from the judiciary to the constabulary, the abandonment of every constitutional safeguard of individual liberty."

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    THE BATTLE OF THE ANTS

    That is not which is.
    The only Word is Silence.
    The only Meaning of that Word is not.
    Thoughts are false.
    Fatherhood is unity disguised as duality.
    Peace implies war.
    Power implies war.
    Harmony implies war.
    Victory implies war.
    Glory implies war.
    Foundation implies war.
    Alas! for the Kingdom wherein all these are at war.

    --Frater Perdurabo
    "I dread beyond all else the growth of the petty tyranny of restrictive legislation, the transference of disciplinary authority from the judiciary to the constabulary, the abandonment of every constitutional safeguard of individual liberty."

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    "Seniors" by George Stanley

    Seniors know everything.
    Correction: Each senior knows everything.
    The others don't want to hear about it.

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    Veracruz
    by George Stanley

    In Veracruz, city of breezes & sailors & loud birds,
    an old man, I walked the Malecón by the sea,

    and I thought of my father, who when a young man
    had walked the Malecón in Havana, dreaming of Brazil,

    and I wished he had gone to Brazil
    & learned magic,

    and I wished my father had come back to San Francisco
    armed with Brazilian magic, & that he had married
    not my mother, but her brother, whom he truly loved.

    I wish my father had, like Tiresias, changed himself into a woman,
    & that he had been impregnated by my uncle, & given birth to me as a girl.

    I wish that I had grown up in San Francisco as a girl,
    a tall, serious girl,

    & that eventually I had come to Veracruz,
    & walking on the Malecón, I had met a sailor,
    a Mexican sailor or a sailor from some other country —
    maybe a Brazilian sailor,
    & that he had married me, & I had become pregnant
    by him,
    so that I could give birth at last to my son — the boy
    I love

    http://www.parl.gc.ca/About/Parliame...4&id3=3&id2=54

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