h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

yes after all this is where a lot of them started but remember ,you cannot edit these threads , only Guide entries , so if you've promised me your heart it etched in pixals till the end of time.

my very own post 42 on my page

you still signing in via get writing, just posted on proper placement and see its being moderated, this isnt as in the goo, whoopee ,you never told me you played guitar ,!

so not been here for a week ,hnmn very interesting

have i seen this before all this talk of blood and gore
or have you got so far into my head instead
that part of you is me ,that’s the wicked part
you see so clearly the ethereal
all misty and mysterious
Now the cat is dead
Was he far to curious ?
I liked this one and this is a strange fact
That for my opening act I was born
The day after all hallows eve
So if I’m the saint
Who’s the sinner?
Who’s experienced
And who’s the beginner
But I think be much more fun to play
By asking to look upon it another way
If I play the Master will you play the Mistress

And some of us with feet of clay may or may not want to stay,
Firmly rooted to one spot ,disagreeably fixed or held by something
fed up with what we’ve got but wasting away day by day
Trying hard to fit right in ,but what can we do when nothings
New all we seem to do each day was same as before a different way

Sometime we feel that slippery slide not the glide a crossed ice ring
But helter-skelter down the hill. Stomach churns feel quite ill,
Doctor calls spouts all physicians decisions ,leaves a bottle often brown
Take three times a day you feel better, this you cant tell until
You have been taken off them since the effects of swallowing down
To often make the day and night all run together and your to weak to fight
So for four years then on to ten your right back to where you started again

Master? Mistress?
How could
I have missed this?
I went to
a class last night,
got home late,
and did pour my wanderings into one short poem
it had you written all over it...
now I've sent you some pictures
of girls prettier than me
to secure your lust
by association,
unto me,
I must be really
into you,
to send you things
to make you hot,
especially,
things,
which I am not!
Oh dear, this is public innit,
so these things I overheard,
my own murmurings,
an I will leave little hoof preents here for you to find
L

ah found an represented ,complimented
not as may be intended belief suspended
comprehended heavenly blende then upended
derrier did i stare then lust by asosiation,
badly spelt intention , inverted converted,
diverted sent on in tune with the moon
the loon spooned another dollup of cream
on his buttered scoone

noone spells scoone like you doone

Bob Copper BBC southeast donation to museam