behold its been a long time since anybody posted here this site was started by a group of ppl who shall remain nameless, however if you know my name i am one of them. anyway i just thot i would say that the poetry on this site is top rate despite what a previous poster said. so i wish you a bar klaj day and lo if you dont like me i dont give a SHAT. oops, sorry nabob. k nabob obliterated my place with an atomic bomb for that so i gotta run kill him. K nabob died at the hand of my foot. er well, you figure that out. k i would like to explain some of the words used previously on this site but xanga would block the site forever if i did so i better not. anyway have another bar klaj day and long live anybody who manages to post on here

A little poem

DID YOU KNOW THAT WITH XANGA PROFESSIONAL, MEMBERS CAN UPLOAD 99 PROFILE PICS OF THEMSELVES????? why the heck would you want 99 PROFILE pics??? neway, the ways of xanga art filled with diverse feculence, and the stench of it doeth reach forth unto all the nations great and small, round and square. I keep wondering why none of my fellow colleagues post on this sight, but alas, my ways are far above their ways.  i mean it is kindof the WHOLE BLOODY POINT OF THIS WHOLE SITE, LUKE YOU DOOFUS, but watevah.  anyway life is great and death may be too, but i am not sure of it, so i will not stand fast in that knowledge, but only say that life is great, for i have assurance that it is. This week, i have been pondering the concept of annoying sounds. It is strange that when one scrapes galvanized nails on the rim of a ceramic flower pot, (making the distinct sound of scraping galvanized nails on the rim of a ceramic flower pot,) those in the surrounding reaches of earshot start to look at you funny, which then moves to wildly clenching the jaw and turning red, and in conclusion, they usually smash the ceramic pot over your head, and nail you to a wall with those nice galvanized nails (which makes the sound of smashing sum1 over the head with a ceramic flower pot, and nailing them to the wall with galvanized nails).  thus endeth the meditations of the Sij

                                                                     -Sij Fim

THE DEATH OF CATO

"Fodex," said the great Cato bar Clem

"Is the root of most of the evil among men.

Without it there would wars and death no more be,

And thats so poetic I've gotta go pee."

After Cato the Great came Phloracius the small

Who said "Why worry about philosophy at all?

Its all boring stuff that puts people to sleep

The world is better without all this shneep."

Then came Cato's son and said unto him

"Thats an insult to my dad. No one does that to him

While I am around, or he'll find himself dead,"

And after he said this, he chopped off his head.

The son of Phloracius, when HE heard of that

Came to bar Cato and said "PIECE OF SHAT!!!!

YOU HIT MY DAD WITH A .97 VLAJ!!!!!!"

And after he said this he chopped off his klaj.

Then came noble Nabob and said "None of that.

No foul language permitted; we dont say 'shat'."

"SHAT!!" said bar Phloracius, "You aren't my mom!!!"

So Nabob was forced to drop an atomic bomb.

With them all dead, and no great threat to me,

I will do as did Cato, adjourn and go pee.

                                                                                             -Sij Fim