On 23.01.2017 03:12, NEMO wrote:
On Sun, 22 Jan 2017 22:26:10 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

On 22.01.2017 02:59, NEMO wrote:
On Sat, 21 Jan 2017 22:30:47 +1300, Peter Keller
wrote:

One day God looked about
to find all dying and awhither.

Especially YOU, lying pancake-style under a bus!

TO the wall of the old green garden
A butterfly quivering came;
His wings on the sombre lichens
Played like a yellow flame.

He looked at the gray geraniums, 5
And the sleepy four-o’-clocks,
He looked at the low lanes bordered
With the glossy growing box.

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.

What, no more ****ing pansy nonsense? LOLOK

I’m Pansy P. Petunia
and I never take a shower.
There isn’t any need because
I smell just like a flower.
My breath smells like forget-me-nots.
My burps smell like impatiens.
My armpits smell like daisies
and my feet smell like carnations.