Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Vicious Haikus

Old man dies on hope,
Eyes gauged out, strangled silly,
All rejoice inside.


A kick in the ass,
With a football boot, no less,
The footprint stays on.

Edited version
A kick in the ass,
With a football boot, no less,
The *studmarks stay on.


Red blood on the floor,
Mystery killer around,
Smothered Gollum at the door.

Too much rage and not enough time. I will be back.

* An alternative suggestion

14 comments:

  1. Oh, my.

    A very rare glimpse of the ultra violence within.

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  2. Too many contributing factors. Better this then scolding innocent people! :)

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  3. hee!hee!hee! sounds pretty aggresive.



    MsUniCorn Girl

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  4. Eek! Terra, hugs, it sounds like you need some xxx

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  5. Oooo rage! I can relate to that ... hehehe ... Hope things are okay though.

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  6. ANGER!!!! Me likey.....

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  7. Hehehe..hopefully no one provoke u to lose your temper/to manifest "the ultra violence within" ever

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  8. My goodness! Strong emotion is good for creativity.

    More please!

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  9. MsUnicorn Girl: Nah... I'm pretty harmless. I think ;)

    Hoozle: Thanks... Hugs back. But what is xxx?

    Nick: Yeah.. things will get ok. 5:30 pm today.

    Sabrina: LOL! Yes, I'd noticed.

    Jai: Hahaha... I hope so to. I only get violent verbally, though...

    Travis: I think I have to agree on that one... more may come, who knows?

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  10. Sorry, Terra, that was bad punctuation. It should have read:

    "Eek! Terra, hugs, it sounds like you need some! xxx", with the 'xxx' representing kisses/hugs. Teehee!

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  11. LOL! Thank you for the clarification, Hoozle... :)

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  12. Good grief! Will there be a post later about what is pissing you off?

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  13. The thought did cross my mind... :)

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  14. Don't hit me terra. I'm not out to hurt you.

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