At the bottom of the page.
Jesus H Christ.





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1 1/4 oz. strawberry vodka such as Stoli
1/8 oz. Rose’s lime juice
3/4 oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream
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"Every now and then, the software market blossoms and an incredibly different hybrid evolves. Always, just when you think it's safe to banter about the banality of the current software selection on the high street shelves, something new comes along heralded by the fanfare of enthusiastic reviews from all and sundry. Such a program was Quicksilva's Ant Attack. Or perhaps more in keeping with the recent trend towards the 'software superstar', one should say Sandy White's Ant Attack."
“the world best poem”
I pull out a pen
And wait for inspiration.
Wait for the first
Few words.
She enters.
“you could have
Moved the cum tissue”
“thats not the cum tissue”
“yes it is”
“ah, okay, i found
The opening line.”
I say
and shift my pen
Into motion.
The opening lines to the
Greatest poem ever written.
Better than howl,
than gakau.
The best.
I say this aloud.
“Pfft,
If you recon”
she says
And opens
the 3 buckWine
Like it was the neck
Of a turkey;
She pours it into
A tea cup.
I get up,
Fall into her chest
And say
“Give me receptions number
Woman
Im going to call them
and let them know the
Greatest poem
In the world is being written.”
I step back,
Breath –
a little bit.
Her wild eyes lock onto mine
And in the second
Before i crack
We share a brief
Moment of pure
Understanding.
I pick up the telephone.
“and im not paying the
50 bucks for
The garbage removal”
I sleep like a king
Amoung
Men
on a bed made
by the most true feeling
of worthlessness
life has to
offer.
or not.
you cunts.
“the dumbest thing”
“I cant promise ill
Always love you”
she says;
chips in her mouth.
“yeah dee,
I can understand that.;
At least no one can call you a lier."
I hear the sound
Of a spoon clink
In a bowl
and
2001 space oddisy
On the telly.
“words cant
Describe how hrd
It is to say.”
Words cant describe.
I hug her feet.
The cat
Eats the custard from
The bottom of the bowl
and
pretends he
Dosent know
Whats
Going
on


It really depends on how you use them. Usually you can go much deeper into them to create things that would be difficult or very time consuming to do by hand. How much is your time worth? If you spend 30 minutes messing around with layers, blend modes, built-in Photoshop filters, etc. vs. 5 minutes applying a filter, I wouldn’t say that’s smart design. Especially if your client comes in and wants changes. But, yeah, some people are a little too reliant on the presets that ship with most plug-ins. There’s a certain level of user that really wants presets, so we always have them… but we always try to give users enough control that they can get in there and create some unique effects fairly easily.

The shades of night were falling fast,


“Lick”
She licks her fingers
And rubs the spit on
The bottom of her feet
Which gets me stiff
so i walk to the toilet
And play with a bottle
Ontop of the ledge that
Drops its lid into the water
And i rummage through
Toilet paper and shit
To pull the bottle top out
And flush the toilet so i can
Rinse my hands in the
Blue water that slowly
Rolls around the bowl.
two times now the
water of a bodily function
has fucked up my afternoon
that was supposed to be
spent watching munroe flicks.
The joint collaborative of Catfish McDaris and Ben John Smith is on the shelves and ready to rock ya jocks. Featuring flash fictions, poetry, rare photographs and zine scans, this bad bitch should make a nun cum. Hard cover, 130 pages, split right in the guts - half BJS and the other CD, as cheap as it could possibly be made for, or download the PDF file for a buck or so.
Its like putting your dick into a blender and drinking the mush like a smoothy.

My horrible typos and silly word slinging has been painstakingly edited by my good friend and fellow writer for HST, Ian Shearer; with special thanks to Mike Daily for being such a dude. This is not the collection of artists featured in HST over the past few months, this is a book i started long before the HST was even thought about.
108 pages; 6" x 9", jacket-hardcover binding, cream interior paper (50# weight), black and white interior ink, white exterior paper (100# weight), full-color exterior ink. Jacket Wrap and gold embossing on cloth spine.
While i have tried to keep the price as absolutely low as possible (I'm making about 1 dollar from each book) i know it's still scrapped in a little steep but with out pissing in my pocket - it really is worth the money spent, not only for my poetry but for the entire feel and complete package only a hard cover like this can embody.Obviously for adults only, i am very pleased to send this sucker out into the world and hope for a wide reception of feedback in any form, from any one! Please DO NOT buy this book if you are easily offended, have any shred of respect for me at all, don't want to hear stories about my penis, fear you may be exposed in one of these poems, are a family member of mine of D'Arnes,if you drink soy latte's or enjoy poetry about flowers and rivers. Any one else, please check it out with a grain of salt and a giggle and i thank you in advance for your support and on going communication.
Lets all get pissed and say silly things!
Double Penetration is Horror Sleaze And Trash's first publication; featuring the poetry of Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith. A collection of 70 off-beat and low brow poems you imagine the pair to come up with in this mix of madness. 10 Aussie bucks will get this sucker to your door. A5 in size, about 80 pages, soft card cover with black and white insides. Buy it now, or don't, and wish you hadda, 25 limited copies. Great gift idea for your Grandmothers!
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
"I fucking love you, Bitch" is my new
card cover chap book, 25 pages, color cover
and b/w insides. Poetry based on the duality
of the sexes - but mainly filth and stories
that made my girl laugh.
Date: 2009
Details: Gluebook, 21 x 25,5 x 2 cm, mixed media (adhesive tape, spray paint, oil/color sticks, acrylic, paper, color and black&white prints on kid’s book), 24 pages, handmade, signed, unique piece
Art work by {THS} http://www.ths.nu/
With poems by Ben John Smith, Australia.

