May 11, 05
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Friend.
every so often,
out of the deep annals of humanity, comes someone so special, so pure, so real, so sincere in thier mysticism, that one cannot help but become instantly grafted; siamese. one wouldnt normally consider himself to be such a mench,* but every head must have a tail. when our worlds are thrown in the air because someone else cannot make up thier minds, we rotate furiously; spinning and spinning - but, immovable by outside influence, we remain one. *a yiddish word for "human being" Last edited by Bevvy Swift; May 11, 05 at 10:10 PM. 
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May 11, 05
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This is the poem?
crawling out of anuses? the rest of it is lovely... were one mench.... how do do you turn a mench in to plural by the way? two menches? a couple of menchi? kim best friend over yonder... i want to come drink beer with you but i tripped in a fence and now i am stuck here until some mench comes along and helps me down I hope I am not stuck here til friday... but at least im not crawling out of an anus. I pick a cat up by its tail and spin it furiously until it sees aliens on a backdrop. and then we bury it not on the wild prairie...cuz its not dead It is just a little dizzy. how you like that bevy? its like... a compilation of your greatest hits, put together by yours truely.
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May 12, 05
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Quote:
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May 12, 05
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Im sorry, but yes, you are an idiot im afraid...
maybe not though, maybe your sense of humor is just different ;) did anything in my post sound serious at all? good grief... Bevan I want you to write me one with my name in it though.. Ill help you with the title Princess Kim you are super duper. this time can we have a fun one... I wouldnt mind a country song again... those were the days.
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May 12, 05
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PS on a serious note,
Dear Heavy Bevy, I care for you more than words could even begin to express. Im always here Bevan. ALWAYS. as long as we got each other, we be aight ;) keep writing, and one day some people may be sitting around at christmas dinner one day.... and the John will send his son to fetch another bottle of wine and a certain book.....and then they will start reading.... and it will be out of a book you wrote.... and then...the girl will have to go make a drug run...and appoligize to the Jonh...and there will be fake russians...and and people like that aquarium bartender bastard who really doesnt like other people.. and even people on acid with a paddle.... Im going to bed now.. good luck on all that job stuff tomorrow, hope it goes smashingly. cheers. Kim.
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May 12, 05
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i know.
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