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So, once upon a time Julad had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Among a number of spectacularly stupid things she did to cope, not the least stupid was writing several 'nsync haiku. Then she decided she wasn't yet done being stupid for the day, so she posted them to the bunny list. Other people posted some in response, and since when it comes to 'nsync there's simply no end to public displays of stupidity, this page was inevitable. | ||
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In chronological order, since I'm far too lazy to sort by theme: | ||
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Should finish "Murder".
Not much fucking in it, though. Enthusiasm fades. --Julad |
Big feral bear-boy
Knocked up his dumbfuck girlfriend. Damn, that is sexy. --Julad |
Cute ones always gay,
And gay ones slash much sweeter. Still, insulin much? --Julad |
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Hair standing on end
Gives Spazz handsome qualities. Pride shudders and dies. --Julad |
'Nsync on special!
Need rocks my system, just like the music doesn't. --Julad |
Mad grief on Buffy
I'm depressed and need comfort I read boyband slash --Sinead |
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Nice new buzz cut, kid,
But that sack of red leather? Nothing compensates. --Julad |
The weird little runt
Sounds so hot in Lion Sleeps. Me want fuck him now. --Julad |
Leather slides sweetly.
Wet mouth smiles, dark eyes flashing. Oh, oh! Holy night. --Fennec |
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On your knees, sugar.
Leather creaks as Chris obeys Velvet voiced commands. --Fennec |
Track nine is best, y'all
includes the words "out" and "loose" (yet no rhymes for "y'all") --Ins |
I get Space Cowboy
It's 'bout this utopia where the boys ride free --Ins |
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I secretly like
when Justin really cuts loose and yells out "Messaaaaage!" --Ins |
"What rhymes with orange?"
JC asks. Joey leans close and murmurs "Door hinge" --Dale |
Fingers grasping curls
Head thrown back, pink lips parted Chris thinks, Damn he's good --Tiff |
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Heated breath on neck
Masculine fingers entwined Content sighs echo --Tiff |
Up against a wall
Knee slides between parted legs Hard muscles straining --Tiff |
Lance wears sparkly clothes.
Work it girlfriend, you look hot. Flame from the rooftops. --Strandia |
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Wearing pink, Lance smiles.
Sometimes sparkles aren't enough. He needs some pastels. --Strandia |
Lance looks like a girl:
Wide-eyed, shining, and pretty. Wear more eyeliner. --Strandia |
Justin grins like god.
He thinks he's hot, and plays it. Damn, I think he's right. --Strandia |
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Justin, you are white.
Ebonics are not your friend. Enunciation. --Strandia |
NSync piss me off.
They say stupid shit and dance. I want to lick them. --Strandia |
JC needs to eat.
Come over, I'll bake you pie. Eat it with whipped cream. --Strandia |
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Wasting time doing
close readings of MTV. Slash lives in those freeze frames. --Sinead |
See Chris hug. Hug his
dog, hug his pillow, hug Lance, and smile. Close his eyes. --Sinead |
leopard skin bed, like
a sultan's divan, on which you'll fuck your bandmates. --Sinead |
| Digital Getdown warrants its own special section, don't you agree? | ||
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Happens to all guys.
No shame, don't hide your screen-face. We'll reboot later. --Ins |
Perpetually
Running through my little brain Make it go away --Althea |
Attractive JC
Surely Lance available Why digital sex? --Althea |
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Drum machine on crack.
Keyboard played with twenty fists. Yes, JC. Freaky. --Julad |
There are more haiku
but no more pretty layouts. Find the rest here, dude. |
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