This guest post was brought to you by Karl Finch, who currently has no internet address on account of his cyber-vagrancy. He asked me to use that as an intro. Karl is currently writing things. He has previously written other things - Confessions of a Tofu Addict. This is a thing.
A Turkish Poem - By Karl Finch
Urp gwop gwop gwop
Hurk hurk
Dwr plup plup
Drhr uwop
Buwa tuk tuk tuk
Guk guk
Urt brip brip
Mrrh gok
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Thursday, 16 August 2012
1066
Ten Sixty Six was some next level shit
Normandy represent
Holla
Normandy represent
Holla
Friday, 3 August 2012
I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 4 DAYS
Mister Java crawls,
from the crack,
meanders through.
Nooks and crannies.
Massaging his beans.
Squeezing sensuality.
Oozing the tar we all crave.
He whispers to me in the night.
from the crack,
meanders through.
Nooks and crannies.
Massaging his beans.
Squeezing sensuality.
Oozing the tar we all crave.
He whispers to me in the night.
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