Hahaha we all die alone - Anthony K

Let me tell you, Rochester is a juggling town. - Dave

Cousin Geoff's poetry

Golden sausages under my feet, there is a squishy sound like spoish spoish. 
Ketchup bottles guilty and treading silently in the night
A teacup glares back with the defiance of an angry forgotten race or crab people...in my pants
Feathers and syringes and condoms sail through the air like a tornado of tears and love songs.

 Groping Clinton clones meander across the ballroom 
Lukewarm potato wine and redneck pastries glow with prepubescent tastiness, like your face
I am like the grand piano that crashes down on many innocent children, maybe 5 or 6 
You may say I am a dreamer of butterflies and ponies and breakfast meats
But I am filled to the brim with breakfast meats...
Filled to the brim...

And I bedazzled the shit out of it! -Elyse

"You wack, ya family's wack, you don't know how to raise ya kids..."  - Woman having a seemingly serious conversation with another woman on the street, Flatbush.

Now I'm gonna sing you a song about the nature of time. - Someone who really should have stopped introducing their songs

Now I'm gonna sing you a song about the nature of time.