Comments on: i can has love poems?!

By: Ted

Ted — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 16:16:55 +0000

I’ll give it a go. Ahem - ahem…

Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you

:=)

Cheers,

Ted

By: Suanie

Suanie — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 01:23:38 +0000

internet at home fucked la

By: Chen

Chen — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:34:56 +0000

THANK YOU PAUL! finally someone says it.

UPDATE PLEASE!

By: Paul Tan

Paul Tan — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 17:01:41 +0000

update your blog???

By: mrs jeff buckley

mrs jeff buckley — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 11:58:39 +0000

I is scared.

By: cmos

cmos — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 06:24:02 +0000

Your skin glows like the ripe papaya, blossoms sipek sweet as the bunga manggar in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Doreamon voice and leaps like a badak sumbu at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great gagak wing.
I am comforted by your boxers that I carry into the twilight of bulanbeams and hold next to my bontot.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of love juice.
As my long John falls from my sarong, it reminds me of your afro.
In the quiet, I listen for the last moan of the day.
My heated tongkat ali leaps to my birthday suit. I wait in the moonlight for your secret keriau so that we may belongs as one, tongkat ali to tongkat ali, in search of the magnificient pink and mystical bong of love.

By: mad

mad — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:18:29 +0000

I may never have to write another haiku ever again!

By: Dabido(Teflon)

Dabido(Teflon) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 14:56:17 +0000

Your skin glows like the Peach, blossoms Smelly as the Kangaroo Paw in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Glockenspeil voice and leaps like a Poodle at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Galah wing.
I am comforted by your Tennis Shoe that I carry into the twilight of Housebeams and hold next to my Uvula.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Sulfuric Acid.
As my Eustrachian Tube falls from my Death Mask, it reminds me of your Table.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Fart of the day.
My heated Cerebral Cortex leaps to my Football Sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Washing DC so that we may Scream as one, Cerebral Cortex to Cerebral Cortex, in search of the magnificient Violet and mystical Orange of love.

By: Notty Gurl

Notty Gurl — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 05:23:15 +0000

Female version is brYan?? Hmmmmmm…… meaning a man but inspire to be woman? Hmmm

By: Suanie

Suanie — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 04:43:26 +0000

GS: It is indeed! maybe female version is brYan

Chen: noes. i can has greatness too!