tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51842955439899596482024-03-08T23:35:27.986+00:00PIFFLE.n. trivial nonsense [syn: balderdash] v. speak (about unimportant matters) rapidly and incessantlyAni Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-78922440170696483572010-03-18T01:06:00.003+00:002010-03-18T01:15:25.859+00:00i found the instrument but lost your songthe main differencebetween usisjeremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13536779108190430035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-36650357595419142892009-12-20T23:12:00.004+00:002009-12-20T23:18:19.406+00:00The pitsI am lying with my pits upwardsI am drowning in this pit, downwardsI am so fine, lick thatI am so right, taste gravelI am inside your prayersI am sellotaped under your prayer matI am shedding lambswool clothingI am (b)eating defenceless animalsI am mutually masturbating with shadowsI am making a list and checking it twiceI am hammering a nail in your round robinI am lying in this pit, downwardsI An Unreliable Witnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14793797429064159501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-34539382196397793812009-12-17T15:51:00.003+00:002009-12-17T15:55:37.578+00:00Fucking in the coldSo cold that fucking is the only optionMust find something to fuckMust find something to put my dick inIt is so cold it feels like outdoorsIf I were actually outdoors I wouldn't fuck anythingThat's not okBut I am indoorsMight bake somethingChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-55278366833364627382009-12-08T00:05:00.006+00:002009-12-08T00:21:41.902+00:00Teens dig my thingEvery one of my attempts to engage you
turns into this jelly baby;
my diction shifts beside you.
Like a Wikipedia page that leads to nowhere.
One day, our ideas will fuck each other like we do:
without lube—
or with,
if they can find it in the dresser drawer.
Maggots clean and piercing
so not maggot- like
It's hard to be yourself when you don't Ani Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-31384919452270541782009-11-22T23:59:00.001+00:002010-01-10T05:33:22.244+00:00Sharpie King Size Permanent MarkerYellow photo from the '70s with
Rounded corners and naked
Kids — could be porn in the wrong hands
Incense shot glass
Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane mug
Waxy candles and I want
To punch you to death
With hugs
~O~~otto~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-34830586521548297502009-11-21T14:33:00.008+00:002009-11-21T15:28:44.026+00:00The PIFFLE Reading Sessions #10: Lannie Jennings's Two Clits Candy corn scorn, aceI've got your poem right here!Pecker diddle,addresses itself to my right nipple, goes:I think you're really swell sweetheart, I'vegot a bucket of buckets forya right here.I'm so sorry, I pout pretty,as the peeping curtain draws.Ani Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-69785933403341191332009-11-08T22:15:00.002+00:002009-11-08T22:23:37.134+00:00don't fuck meyou like me but this makes me unhappyi am starving and i love itsinuous bends get me goingi sin, you throw your own shit, shut upshit out a limb and then shit out anothershit out a forest of limbs before you diefill your bowels with me, who drinkswater instead of your piss and eatsa big ol' slice of shitty limb meat, droppedfrom you when you gave up onwatching what an asshole, you suckChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-60684135714536148932009-11-08T02:38:00.003+00:002009-11-08T02:39:45.115+00:00Fuck mei adore you, you are unhappy about lifeyou are starved for love you lap up, the sinuous bends command meyou sin, you throw a tantrum, you pityfight and sin and sin and tear limbfrom orchards who want to see the deadempty their bowels at night, who drinkwater to pretend it's piss who eatthe frothy carcass of eaves dropping ona shoulder when you should've been watching what an asshole, you suckAni Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-56582777437132231862009-11-01T11:12:00.004+00:002009-11-04T14:36:22.853+00:00Dear Saint PeterTake the girl, wrapped up and send her to churchTo learn about ghosts and shitSleep for hours and my body achesGreen shit comes up out of my eye sockets as a cloudDear Saint Peter"No shit, tell me something I didn't know"When you open a curtain or open a door do you already know what will be behind the curtain or door?Are you sure?Thee saviourEven you use a play on words, just to make a pointI Chris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-84831099801483456742009-10-30T23:22:00.005+00:002009-10-30T23:32:11.536+00:00                 LISTTHINGS THAT DO NOT MATTER                       *THINGS THAT DO MATTER                      <3jeremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13536779108190430035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-29658473947622055062009-10-21T23:15:00.008+01:002009-10-22T00:06:09.932+01:00roofies for a dead corpse, bennies for a live oneyou said something about me and i have a right to know what it wasnot this, not now, look hereall i have to give are fragmentsmostly disconnected, lest you take the bird's eyemy insecurities are hanging on the outside of melike the intestines of a disemboweled corpse or a babywhose cord's not yet been severedcontinuing to suck the lifewhat are we for?that squirmy worm, that ratzingerswings onto Ani Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-68541498174925071492009-10-11T23:44:00.002+01:002009-10-11T23:48:01.893+01:00On my way to the shopsI pukedIn a holeI fell intoThe holeI was stuckIn the holeWithAll of the pukeI staredAt the pukeUntilIt caught fireNow I amBurningAnd coveredIn pukeMy own pukeChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-17859665386652399452009-10-05T21:42:00.005+01:002009-10-06T01:39:47.445+01:00the roar of tomorrowin the bathroomtaking a massive shiti hear the yip and yellof a distressed poochi finish and flushonly to findthe pupon kitchen floorbathing inwindow sunshinecrying atits own shadow"silly little dog," i saywhile smacking it on the noseshut the fuck up alreadyyou'll have somethingto be terrified oversoon enoughjeremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13536779108190430035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-72475227752331588142009-10-02T14:32:00.002+01:002009-10-02T14:35:05.977+01:00The Lost WorldI know something about PterodactylsThe 'ptero' part means wingThe 'dactyl' part means fingerWingfingersFrom now on, you shall be known asDickdactylChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-67738795296511541252009-09-30T21:23:00.002+01:002009-09-30T21:27:18.919+01:00a cock in hand is worth two in the bush (?)and when the girls shake their feather dustersit will all be for youand their fathers they will cringe with moral superiorityand oh how the weak have flown with babieswith incensewith bottles of jack thirty-seven red reedsdust and cobwebs on their weed cigaretteswith seventeen six-packs of beer ice coldbeer head bigger than Australasiaor Arkansasor the jungle gym by the schoolwhere he taught me Ani Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-23771852256082201082009-09-29T17:55:00.004+01:002009-10-01T13:26:01.883+01:00PUSSY ABUSEi could start off slow slap your deep inner thigh until it blushes bright or take a leather strap go at it hard beat your crotch until you weep or tie you up and blow hot and paced until you beg for me to penetrate your fleshbut i think the best formthe most efficientis to ignore youlet you walk aroundwondering whyyou've beenrejectedjeremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13536779108190430035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-39652083148398194732009-09-23T21:28:00.004+01:002009-09-23T21:32:49.607+01:00Slipknot by SlipknotYou are asleepI love youI will eithera.Use a surgical knifeSlice away your eyelidsLeft and rightShoot torch light at youb.DrawWith indelible markerSmall smiley facesInsteadChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-52352917231622731562009-09-18T19:18:00.005+01:002009-09-18T23:14:13.984+01:00little girl, let me have my way with your gentle soul                                                              ifingertips                          in my mouth                                    &jeremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13536779108190430035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-79769107309163197392009-09-18T10:17:00.003+01:002009-09-18T11:10:27.822+01:00Last dayDare me to drink this whiskeyDare me to make a messDare me to cause a sceneI am so tiredThis is the endGood luck with all the dwarfsAnd thatChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-49421194173420024942009-09-12T18:15:00.005+01:002009-09-13T16:57:49.924+01:00Still Frontin' (rap)Still frontin' y'allStill frontin'Still frontin' y'allStill frontin'Engine running, me sleeping in the backseatRead that you sleep fast reading from a factsheetAbout poems and feelings and women and shitThere's a hole in my chest with nothing left in itPunch myself in the face till it don't look like a faceLick a lightning bolt just to see how it tastesRub your eyes real hard till they bleedPeel Chris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-33627899068176349592009-09-12T15:33:00.002+01:002009-09-12T15:37:05.613+01:00HOT VIKING LOVEI imagined they made love last night;him in his Viking hat, her in her radiance.I imagine there were jokes about ‘pillaging your vagina’ Or about, “riding my longship”I imagined that, at first, it was probably fun and sillyand I saw both of their eyes with thatsmilingin loveNorse God, Norse GoddessI was sitting on the edge of their bed butwhen the hat came offand the smiles turned to moansI xTxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254729426129912546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-30838283726347140582009-09-10T09:55:00.002+01:002009-09-10T12:16:00.085+01:00homesickyou hugyou lightly pawan elbow or a kneepeople squeeze handsand firmly shakeonce or twice, they adviselean into each otheranother's skinboys place palmson the smalls of girls' backsno one stopsor draws backor cringesimperceptiblyhuman contacthuman contact!their bodies flowi never noticed thatuntilAni Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139009026964141906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-72948522117329459492009-09-09T20:53:00.001+01:002009-09-09T20:55:42.637+01:00nonIf I've told you onceI've told you a thousand timesPlease stop eating fresh babiesAnd molesting my elderly relativesIn bus sheltersAn Unreliable Witnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14793797429064159501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-70793889096102735552009-09-07T20:07:00.003+01:002009-09-07T20:12:24.244+01:00ouishouting for an encore from a shitty bandis like pushing your motherdown the stairsand then calling for her to get to her feetand make you a fucking snackChris Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040659579300238038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184295543989959648.post-46804340283467187152009-09-06T00:28:00.001+01:002009-09-06T00:31:02.283+01:00Human stainYou have far too manyeyes in your headYou have far too fewchips on your shoulderYou have one toomany hairs on your scalpYou have one lessventricle in your heartI eat pieces of youTo spit into your mouthWith longing, with disgustI wait for you to grow backI dip in the water toscoop up your gristleI swallow your fleshEven though I am fullI sickenYou sickenAn Unreliable Witnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14793797429064159501noreply@blogger.com2