Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes it stings
I'm over you
But I'm stuck on all your little things

I've still got scars
I've still got pain
I'm over you
But I'm still stuck out in your rain

Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I forget
I'm over you
But I don't want to remember yet

*whuffle*

Said Mortis Half to Half Than
Who translated:
Take this...i don't know if I can!
Am I a horse?
Or am I man?
Somehow I don't think wenches
Will quite understand
But forget about wenches!
Neeeeeigh!
I'd rather have apples
Any day.
What am I talking about?
I don't eat fruit!
Yeah, I do, fool self,
And I like it, to boot!
Maybe I should go
Stomp on Margo
Nah, I'd rather
Be chastised, you know
Well, I'll have to on something
With myself agree!
Maybe I should go
Defribulate Iggy...

The day was warm and sunny,
Far from being rude,
The Unwashed were going skydiving,
So they did it in the nude.
Brother None arrived - the first,
And to encourage good luck,
He arrived in his two ton  rabbit's foot,
A machine gun laden truck.
AriaMech had no concerns at all,
She would play the game,
For a naked robot doesn't change,
The look just the same.
The only thing that caused concern,
About this I do not josh,
She likes to step on little things,
Just to see them squash.
BlueCross broke the rules a tad,
Timid as a mouse,
He wanted to jump on this day,
Wearing Tandi's blouse.
Ymir was unconcerned about being embarrassed,
By anything that protrudes or juts,
Such pieces of his anatomy,
Were covered by his guts.
Skeleton made a welcome appreance, 
We new what the rules are, 
But undressing to Skeleton level, 
That's undressing gone too far!
The time came for disembarking,
From the soaring plane,
The jump was one of trepidation,
For did the future hold much pain?
Lerk was envisaging the toon for this,
But he gave a start,
The height was sending his pacemaker haywire,
Negatively affecting his heart.
Though, Lerk was doing wonderfully,
But as the Earth neared,
His rapidly increasing velocity,
Whisked off his ample beard.
Ymir was up above him then,
Sky surfing at its best,
But Lerk's folicular missiles were,
Deposited on his chest.
Alexand was doing the latest tricks,
Trying really hard,
Leaving nothing out of his repertoire,
We praised the Junior Bastard.
SIE 132,
Looked quite the part,
Wearing nothing but some old goggles,
He was the consumate Old Fart.
Then there was High God Freddy Terwilliger,
As he flew he drooled,
We knew this must be Iggy Eater,
No longer were we fooled.
Enlightened One was suitable attired,
In a leopard skin hat,
He wore a tutu - quite crazy,
You can be sure of that.
Linus was a skydiving  favourite,
Decked from foot to head,
He came supporting communism,
Painted all over in red.
BlueCross was amused by such antics,
In short he was rather stunned,
He was enjoying himself to such a degree,
He forgot that he was shunned.
But the fun was spoiled by a howling,
Like a tornado that ever grows,
But all  relaxed when it was realised,
It was the wind through Night Owl's nose.
All landed safely on the ground,
Happy, fit and well,
The police were on hand to make arrests,
At least they'll share a cell.
Ymir                                                    

I saw the word "bastard" in your title,
I thought it applied to I,
And it does quite indirectly,
So I thought I would reply. 
Erm, I have a rather dumb question,
It hit be like a burst,
Your parents have taken action,
Did you do something first?
To take all the connections,
From you beloved PC,
Sounds like some form of punishment,
That's how it seems to me.
Now, I know parents can seem spiteful,
Incapable of having fun,
But they're trying to do the best by you,
I know 'coz I'm one.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                  

I’m here
my back
against the cold
hard ground
my friend at my side
as we stare up at the sky,
I feel her shiver slightly
while the stars shimmer brightly
and I offer her my arm
in hopes to keep her warm,
as the tiny speckles in the sky
twinkle brightly in our eyes
and the dust settles in our minds
the vastness so sublime,
the weightlessness pressing us
against the ground like the dust
that compromises the stars,
and I fold in upon my self
the piece-less puzzle
broken apart, jig-sawed
scattered across the space-scape
of my mind, filling every
nook and cranny,
hiding me from you, you from me
until the puzzle starts
to reassemble itself piece by piece
largest first, then down the line
until at last it gets to us
the two tiniest pieces, the ones
that nobody pays attention to
until it’s time to finish the puzzle.

A squillion vociferous, heart-felt apologies, 
I saw your post down below, 
You seem to be somewhat disenfranchised, 
Over what I do not know. 
So, please respond to my call, 
Don't be a lonesome fretter, 
Just tell me what I can possibly do, 
To make you feel a bit better.                                                     

Any shunning was not intentional.

Most likely, we were just too wrapped up in ourselves to notice. ;)                                                     

Cheers from the Land of Oz

A Meop.
*lights a candle* *begins snapping*
Entitled "Woot"
Chocolate.
Thou Art.
Shibby.

Silly

So I'm sitting here at my desk
Putting my brain to an absurd test.
I want to write something pointless
That will show I'm aimlessly aimless.

Yes, I'm quite late into the contest you see
For head is buzzing like a hive of angry bees.
Mt. Dew has turned me mush, holding me on my knees.
I sit and shake, yet I ask "May I have another, please?"

My week has started off on two clumsy, wrong feet.
I was driving along in a rental, strapped firmly in my seat,
When along comes a crazy bat making my involuntary u-turn complete.
The car destroyed as I was on my way to get my own. Isn't that neat?

So I sit here amusing my caffeine filled brain
Churning through thoughts mild to insane....
As I try to pass my day that is quite plain
With my 6 am schedule causing my rear quite a pain.

*bow*
thank you very much.

next, i will attempt to translate some Vogon poetry in a fit of suicidal sillyness.....