The Fish

once googled for "Bovine high fashion"

should tell Brock that I'm turning over a new leaf and intend to be sickening nice to everyone forever.... even PhilK

should come to realise that I'm determined to be nice to people today

should realise to touch table is ok, touching cloth is a different matter entirely

makes me feel loved even though luckyluke said I was moronic.... should know I'm having a bad fucking day

should know I did in the other board, should note it involved alcohol poisoning, hospitals, and now thoroughly buggered kidneys

should know I'm medically unable to drink very much

blames it on the boogie

can dance like Fred Astaire

has engagerised in my favourmerate passtime of elongaterating words until they no longer make sense like gigantemerificoustic.... yayness

confuddles me with this question.

should realise that while I'm a quick editer, I prolong conversation to the point that once I swore I saw Gemmil actually grow a grey hair

I'm here.... hwo else matters? Me+ Phil K= much fun

was hoisted by her own petard

misses "Steves thread of Man Love"

you're right why fight sleep tight fair maiden tis time to climb nowt rhymes with maiden a shame my fame to blame for failing to greet your sleep and keep eyes fading

wants me to be scared.... gets off on the smell of fear

dammit I won't let this die a death there's no rules, no boss, no ref you have freedom to talk in rhyme without fear of closing time. it's about the joy of spoke word not a theme you'll find absurd and yes your post count will take a bump and catmag will aim a hefty thump but fear not for it's all a game and it's worthy of the auhors name poems about feline habberdashin always at the peak of wordy fashion you must be impressed and smiling bite a titter while your filing you'll find me waxing lyrical never cut, this cord umbilical

should know I watch episodes on the pc and have learnt how to judge the length of the intro so I skip it every time. this makes me fucking ace

thinks that making love to a flying rat is not only logical but something that is strangely beautiful, like the way the wind makes a plastic bag dance

should know that I don't have a babemobile, I have a pimped out trikey!

can't say the word garage without sticking his tongue in his cheek and desperately trying to look Ghetto

stole my thunder

that picture (Ruud and Keane) makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork

Can't touch this doo do do do do, do do, do do Can't touch this