The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On 23.01.2017 03:12, NEMO wrote:
On Sun, 22 Jan 2017 22:28:11 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 22.01.2017 02:59, NEMO wrote:
On Sat, 21 Jan 2017 22:32:04 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

He longed for the peace and the silence
And the shadows that lengthened there,
And his wild wee heart was weary
Of skimming the endless air.

And now in the old green garden,—
I know not how it came,—
A single pansy is blooming,
Bright as a yellow flame.

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.
But maybe I’m mistaken
and could use a bath today,
’cause everyone who smells me
holds their nose and runs away!

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On Mon, 23 Jan 2017 22:36:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 23.01.2017 03:12, NEMO wrote:
On Sun, 22 Jan 2017 22:28:11 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On 24.01.2017 03:00, NEMO wrote:
On Mon, 23 Jan 2017 22:36:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 23.01.2017 03:12, NEMO wrote:
On Sun, 22 Jan 2017 22:28:11 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;
confound-a bamboo reed,
that can only see
..... the stained glass shards-
of a window-you paint with your words;
are these snow covered hills?

gently

Oscillating trees;
in the winters breeze-of minus degrees,
dropping
snowflakes- with ease...

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:08:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 24.01.2017 03:00, NEMO wrote:
On Mon, 23 Jan 2017 22:36:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 23.01.2017 03:12, NEMO wrote:
On Sun, 22 Jan 2017 22:28:11 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;

Evil smelling putrefying remains of a two-wheeled pansy under a bus.

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On 25.01.2017 03:49, NEMO wrote:
On Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:08:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 24.01.2017 03:00, NEMO wrote:
On Mon, 23 Jan 2017 22:36:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 23.01.2017 03:12, NEMO wrote:
On Sun, 22 Jan 2017 22:28:11 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;

Evil smelling putrefying remains of a two-wheeled pansy under a bus.

Coyly smiling at the sun
with brightly colored face,
a demeanor quietly homespun
garlanded with ruffled grace;

wherever planted, sheds crisp cheer
all about the garden plot,
sophisticated peers may proudly sneer;
bravely, she smiles on from her spot.

Determined through the winter cold
to continue blooming by the walk,
I love to see her shining there;
oh, if that simple face could talk!

There are others, I confess,
who possess more glorious flair;
but, to me, in all the world of flowers
to the pansy they cannot compare.

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On Wed, 25 Jan 2017 22:49:53 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 25.01.2017 03:49, NEMO wrote:
On Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:08:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;

Evil smelling putrefying remains of a two-wheeled pansy under a bus.

Coyly smiling at the sun
with brightly colored face,

Enough of your racism here, you two-wheeled pansy!

SIck nazoid... pedo AND forger!
 

In article ,
NOT Nemo, but a ****eating, child-raping cowardly nazoid, wrote:

[sub-drivel flushed]

He raped kiddies BOTH in Warsaw and London, the filthy
nazoid perv!

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On 26.01.2017 03:02, NEMO wrote:
On Wed, 25 Jan 2017 22:49:53 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 25.01.2017 03:49, NEMO wrote:
On Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:08:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

And I have no ****ing interest in looking good in YOUR eyes.
After all I ride a ****ing bicycle.
And we all know what YOU think of bicyclists.
And because it is YOU who think that, that is an extremely great
compliment.
We must be doing something right.

See previous ****ing post.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;

Evil smelling putrefying remains of a two-wheeled pansy under a bus.

Coyly smiling at the sun
with brightly colored face,

Enough of your racism here, you two-wheeled pansy!

There once was a pansy named
Fancy and she was as pretty as
could be.
She would stretch high above the
other flowers as tall and straight
as a tree.

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On Thu, 26 Jan 2017 23:12:58 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 26.01.2017 03:02, NEMO wrote:
On Wed, 25 Jan 2017 22:49:53 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 25.01.2017 03:49, NEMO wrote:
On Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:08:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:
A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;

Evil smelling putrefying remains of a two-wheeled pansy under a bus.

Coyly smiling at the sun
with brightly colored face,

Enough of your racism here, you two-wheeled pansy!

There once was a pansy named
Fancy

And another called Peter Keller!

The relative unimportance that speeding plays in road accidents
 

On 27.01.2017 02:50, NEMO wrote:
On Thu, 26 Jan 2017 23:12:58 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 26.01.2017 03:02, NEMO wrote:
On Wed, 25 Jan 2017 22:49:53 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 25.01.2017 03:49, NEMO wrote:
On Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:08:25 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:
A two-wheeled corpse under a bus NEVER smells like roses.

Scented pinecones of adoration;

Evil smelling putrefying remains of a two-wheeled pansy under a bus.

Coyly smiling at the sun
with brightly colored face,

Enough of your racism here, you two-wheeled pansy!

There once was a pansy named
Fancy

And another called Peter Keller!

A dying man lies silently
The bravest of the brave
He be the enemy most foul
But his life I must save
So many boys be dying now
For fools and their ideas
Yet I be there to do a job
No room for pansy tears.