Scattered are the remants of tuesday's ghost
― CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 03:53 (twelve years ago) link
Until you beat your chest to the rhythm of the snow queen don't shave your legs
― CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:13 (twelve years ago) link
ran adrift the reign of Thunder Balls
― CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:28 (twelve years ago) link
if you haven't been in a magazine, then you can't tell me anything about the law
― Z S, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:38 (twelve years ago) link
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of Aran goes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beacon in the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over you
― ledge, Monday, 19 December 2011 09:42 (twelve years ago) link
Ears are windows to the heart.
― Billy Dods, Monday, 19 December 2011 11:41 (twelve years ago) link
Whipping shitties in the field is sure to grow next autumn's yield.
― another suggestbanite (rusty flathead screwdriver), Monday, 19 December 2011 11:47 (twelve years ago) link
you can't read the leaves in a teabag
― bloating forecast: ruff swells (p much resigned to deems), Monday, 19 December 2011 14:20 (twelve years ago) link