Gazoontight

I don't know how many people have experienced the sensation of sneezing while having an erection, but I have, and I don't particularly enjoy it. I think it hurts. If it didn't hurt, then I think it would just be weird. Human beings are creatures of simple pleasure. If sneezing with an erection felt good, then it would only be a matter of time before people started sneezing with erections instead of masturbation. You would soon become conditioned to get an erection when you sneeze. The next thing you know every time you sneeze you would have an erection. You would have uncontrollable erections every where. You could be in a crowded supermarket and oops there goes a sneeze. When the lady next to you says, "oooh God Bless You" instead of, "Get away from me you perv", I guess you would have something to smile about. Then again I don't want to feel like I am in the 6th grade again, so I am glad the whole painful sneezing erection thing exists. Mr. Grippo please come to the board... Sorry, but I can't I just sneezed.

Picture Perfect

I want to sweep aside the mountains
To reveal a clean clear canvas
On this canvas, I shall paint a portrait of peace
With twighlight colored tones

Only to have a storm
shower the surface shiny
Then I shall start anew
With partially persistent patience

Here Kitty Kitty

It would seem that my house mate has a new girl friend. She won't admit it and neither will he, but they seem like they are dating. If they aren't dating they are definitely having sex. How do I know this? I know it, because I can hear it. I have never actually met or seen her, but I have heard her. She is loud. It sounds like he is killing a cat, which is really annoying when you are trying to sleep. I came home the other night, completely hammered, and got confused because I thought I walked into a Chinese restaurant, where they were actually filleting a feline for the main course. I think she only comes over when I am really drunk or when I am sleepy and can't see straight. For example, the other night, when I thought I was in the Asian restaurant, I was too drunk to even stand and all I could hear was Alley Cat Theatre in the next room. I even thought I felt someone crawl into bed with me. That was how drunk I was. I remember when I was growing up my dad taught me the greatest lesson of my life. If you don't remember anything when you wake up the next day, then it is a sure sign of a good time, unless you wake up with blood in your underwear, then regardless of the reason it is bad, but I digress. Now that I think about it I had blood in my underwear the next day and my house mate was passed out on my floor. Dammit, did he call me his little love Lynx the other day?

Spring the Optometrist

Falling snow flutters
White blinds mans discerning eye
Spring restores vision

Beat to Death

Ephemeral heart
ungaurd and love for you will
beat not forever