Friday Haiku Class
by Chris Fontecchio on May 29, 2009 5:08 PM EDT
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What have ye? Lordy knows this Giro has presented us with plenty of material to work with. And it ain't even done yet. I'll start:
Centenary race
Rages, awakening ghosts
of millenia
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ctv sucketh
just as hard, if not more than
rolld on that egg
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The Love of Haiku
Why can’t I never
make this stupid fucking fuck-
ing fucking thing work
Crashdan: "Veni Vidi Vici beats Wing Kong Exchange... … and I’ll change my signature to a backwards smile for a month."
Franzoi wins Parijs-Roubaix and I win a date with the VDS of Team Txirrindulariak..
Green, White, Red, they are,
The horn-ed socks of evil.
and that one damn tooth.
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The nebulous past,
hides the shining eyed horror,
that is Girbecco.
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The yeti!
That’s a creature I would like to see more of, cracks me up every time.
Bork, bork, bork!
by TheFigurehead on May 29, 2009 5:56 PM EDT up reply actions
Reflections on what might have been:
Having lost Horner
Astana team cannot lead
Nor can they support
"Think globally, bike locally."
Down deep in my heart
I can’t trust the ex-dopers
but hope they are clean.
Long day--bad grammar. That's the way it works.--Lance Armstrong
If you win a race,
Lotto, I’ll buy your silly
Belgian snoring meds.
Long day--bad grammar. That's the way it works.--Lance Armstrong
The Epic of Girbecco
The nebulous past
hides the shining eyed horror
that is Girbecco
Not dead, not alive
a seething sinister love
questing for your soul
Among the elders
Ancient stories would be told
of colored horn socks
The festering green
The white of your fear filled eye
The sanguinous red
Bloated with moon light
thick red mists shrouding the rim
of Vesuvio
Ancient wickedness
spreading forth as an ulcer
from the crater
Cloven hooved horror
thus birthed volcanically
cannot be unmade
Our souls recoil
The old God descends among
this new mortal throng
A reaper of minds
Girbecco knows nothing, yet
encompasses all
His gloves of shadow
His boots of hardened evil
This, this kit of doom
The hoof at your door
You stand stripped of all reason
Now your mind is gone
The devourer.
The Ancient God consuming;
feasting on the sane.
A rippling wake
insanity clouds your thought
gibbering for him
New worshippers now
singing paens unto him;
unto Girbecco
The sycophants rise
Their minds embracing his love
strangers to themselves
The reaper recedes
the shattered minds and soulless
follow up the rim
His smile never leaves
as they dance over the edge
finding no bottom
Descending the dark
Girbecco attends their fall
Thus ends his Giro
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Dear Dan
Please consider getting a girlfriend or something. You have too much time on your hands. xo Beth
Sometimes I wonder...why is that Frisbee getting bigger?...and then it hits me.
you do go so good we no sho' we go no mo'
echo girbecco
you got da nippon verse purse
done sewed up wit silk
Maybe Basso will
come back in September and
reign in Spain. Please God!
Racing for Victory and Free Beer!
Work "momraths outgrabe" into that...
… and you’ll have a winner
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