I might be in and out...

[.silence.]

...of consciousness today. Holy fucking shit I'm tired.

 

[areben]

A poem by areben:

Dear Silence
Your flux is fuxed
But do not fear
Ghost's fux is more fluxed
and he's a deer

(my best work ever)

 

[VintagePC]

Ode to wheelie chair;
Nobody can hear you let rip;
Silent, deadly farts.

 

[.silence.]

The moonlight shines on your pretty face
I try to rhyme while staring into space.
I had more lines before I got started,
Lines with grace, but then I farted.

Fin.

 

[Train in Vain]

 

[DeBo]

This one time... at Band camp.... Wicked put that shit on his balls.