RuMR Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 a royal pain in the ass...so i've heard anyway... Quote
Dechristo Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 when you go to kiss your honey and her nose is kinda runny and you think it's kinda funny well, it's not Quote
RuMR Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 bug...i have to ask...WTF is up with your avatar pic??? Quote
Hugh Conway Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 it's a zen thing, you wouldn't understand Quote
Dechristo Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, It's the rest of a stump, It's a little alone  It's a sliver of glass, It is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, It's a trap, it's a gun  The oak when it blooms, A fox in the brush, A knot in the wood, The song of a thrush  The wood of the wind, A cliff, a fall, A scratch, a lump, It is nothing at all  It's the wind blowing free, It's the end of the slope, It's a beam, it's a void, It's a hunch, it's a hope  And the river bank talks of the waters of March, It's the end of the strain, The joy in your heart  The foot, the ground, The flesh and the bone, The beat of the road, A slingshot's stone  A fish, a flash, A silvery glow, A fight, a bet, The range of a bow  The bed of the well, The end of the line, The dismay in the face, It's a loss, it's a find  A spear, a spike, A point, a nail, A drip, a drop, The end of the tale  A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light, The shot of a gun in the dead of the night  A mile, a must, A thrust, a bump, It's a girl, it's a rhyme, It's a cold, it's the mumps  The plan of the house, The body in bed, And the car that got stuck, It's the mud, it's the mud  Afloat, adrift, A flight, a wing, A hawk, a quail, The promise of spring  And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart  A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road It's the rest of a stump, It's a little alone  A snake, a stick, It is John, it is Joe, It's a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe  A point, a grain, A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard, A sudden stroke of night  A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain, A snail, a riddle, A wasp, a stain  A pass in the mountains, A horse and a mule, In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue  And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart  A stick, a stone, The end of the road, The rest of a stump, A lonesome road  A sliver of glass, A life, the sun, A knife, a death, The end of the run  And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the end of all strain, It's the joy in your heart. Quote
AlpineK Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 Well.....WHAT THE HELL "IS" IT??????? Â It ain't what it ain't. Â Does that help? Quote
RuMR Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 it's a zen thing, you wouldn't understand well....that's cool and all, if your into cocks... Quote
minx Posted June 17, 2008 Author Posted June 17, 2008 Well.....WHAT THE HELL "IS" IT??????? Â It ain't what it ain't. Â Does that help? Â more than any so far! Quote
Hugh Conway Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 it's a zen thing, you wouldn't understand well....that's cool and all, if your into cocks... Â I like mine Spicy! Â Quote
minx Posted June 17, 2008 Author Posted June 17, 2008 i don't really care for feathers on cock. and cock in my soup is just gross. Quote
Hugh Conway Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 i don't really care for feathers on cock. and cock in my soup is just gross. Â feathers > leather Quote
G-spotter Posted June 17, 2008 Posted June 17, 2008 To do is to be To be is to do Do be do be do. Quote
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