Alli` esta` una chica: Christina
La chica tiene mala sobaquina
Algu`nos osos corren cerca de ella
?son los osos osos de miel?
Si`, claro.

Translucency

A tale of a fish turned glass

If a fish ever turned to glass it would surely be S.O.L. because glass does not float unless filled with air. But, because fish are not filled with air the glass most surely would not be filled with air either. In otherwords it would be glass sans air. This new glass-fish would sink straight to the bottom and shatter on the hard rocks. Eventually a small child would come along and slice his or her achille's tendon and probably die, all because a little fish turned to glass.

Mr. Piston and Sr. Piston Meet the Muscle Monster.

MR. PISTON:  Look, Sr. Piston, It's a Muscle Monster!
Sr. PISTON:  Aye Caramba!
							(Muscle monster eats both)
							

THE END

The Bearded Man

by

Jeremiah Jacques

One fine day, in the deep dark woods, there lived a man with a beard. One day the beard ate the man and it was then just a beard floatin' about.

The End

The following is a poem about love and all of its complexities and their affects on the you life. This is a poem that touched my so much I had to put it here. Its called:

Love Is Like A Bowl Of Fruity Pebbles, Cause You're Just Like, "Hey, I Love Fruity Stuff," And You Take The First Bite And You're Like,"Boy This is Good," And then You Take The Second Bite And You're Like,"What The $@&& Is This Lumpy ^*$% ???!!!???"

by John Hawthorne Daniels

love
man, thats just a bunch of bullarky
thats all.

Now for one I actually wrote, called:

My Philosophies on Safety Pins and Other Household Dangers

by David Robbins

Dogs falling out of trees
Believe you me
Its not what I need
I'm partial to cats
Now you beat that
Do it with a bat.

You don't have to be gay
To use nasal spray
But don't Let that
Get in your way.

Safety Pins
Can puncture your skin
And once you get one in
You will say,
"Ow, I got a Safety Pin
In
My skin!"
And Thats Bad

        No son peras,
          Ni son perones,
           Pero, son mis huevos,
         Que, están pelones(?).
         
         (They are not pears,
         They are not big pears,
         But they are my eggs,
         That are hairy.)