Re: Tales From The Outhouse by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	god'swife 67.73.29.154	2-Feb-04/11:11 AM
You are so fucking brilliant '...Laquered land...' '...Lowly throne...' '...Entwined in shame...' I wish I had your talent for words. Who the hell are you? it's been a pleasure, sincerely, your the tops.
regarding some deleted poem...	xxx 68.165.172.185	2-Feb-04/11:26 AM
Kinda cute.
regarding some deleted poem...	xxx 68.165.172.185	2-Feb-04/11:29 AM
Almost like behind closed doors. Is this the aftermath?
regarding some deleted poem...	zodiac 152.18.130.20	2-Feb-04/12:23 PM
Do you think we are in the End Times?
Re: In love as in war by zodiac	zodiac 152.18.130.20	2-Feb-04/12:28 PM
I'll thank you, CLS/lydia, to not multiple vote me. I feel dirty now and overdue for as compulsive scouring.
regarding some deleted poem...	andrewjthomas 192.150.10.200	2-Feb-04/1:07 PM
reads like a bad harlequin
Re: aggression by ThePariahDog	zodiac 67.240.192.231	2-Feb-04/7:41 PM
For being the second person ever (after me) to rhyme divan, but still not editing this poem in any meaningful way except to erase votes: -1-
regarding some deleted poem...	Goad 80.132.182.147	2-Feb-04/3:15 PM
To the best of my scrutiny, this pome is devoid of self-pity. Good for you!
Re: Friends come and go, but sisters lasts forever. by devina	andrewjthomas 192.150.10.200	2-Feb-04/1:10 PM
you need to read up on verb/subject agreement and your sisters aren't things in your life they are people in your life
regarding some deleted poem...	zodiac 152.18.33.186	2-Feb-04/1:22 PM
Why be euphemistic? And I'd appreciate an answer on the End Times thing -- it's research.
regarding some deleted poem...	richa 81.178.221.163	2-Feb-04/1:26 PM
Sometimes you remind me of chef from southpark. You start with the words of love and then its all limbs entwining and stroking.
regarding some deleted poem...	-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 131.111.212.215	2-Feb-04/1:44 PM
Did your boyfriend tell you this was beautiful, and then did you let him call round the tradesman's entrance? 10!!
regarding some deleted poem...	zodiac 152.18.33.186	2-Feb-04/1:46 PM
You want it. You know you do. Go on. Jesus will wait.
Re: His Master's Jodhpurs by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	[mojo] 195.92.194.18	2-Feb-04/2:27 PM
I'm British, and therefore i naturally know what jodhpurs are, in fact i wear them frequently whilst shooting foxes etc... 10... (Toots on horn)... ;)
Re: Soft Speak; Hard Emotion by Blindpoetry	-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 163.1.146.87	2-Feb-04/2:58 PM
A colossal booby of indignity.
regarding some deleted poem...	Goad 80.132.182.147	2-Feb-04/3:09 PM
This is marginally better than the others, Lydia Evelyn Crystal Lane Swift. But only the first stanza. You can keep the fourth for now too. Throw the others away and write what happened to you, not what happened to the Hallmark card. Did drops of passion fall on you? Nope. Maybe drops of sweat fell on you. Did you like his sweat falling on you, even though liking dripping sweat isn't something you'd feel comfortable saying you liked? Whatever, write something that actually happened to the physical you, not the this-is-the-Hallmark-version-of-my-life-why-does-it-make-me-feel-shitty you. Wow I just hyphenated 15 words. I've been living in Germany too long. In German they probably have a word for exactly that 15 hyphenated word phrase. It'll have a bazillion throat-gargling syllables, but it'll be one word. No doubt I'll be mocked for making this comment, but I don't give a fuck. You hear that! I don't give a fuck! lol
Re: Tales From The Outhouse by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 131.111.212.215	2-Feb-04/4:40 PM
Speaking of Tales from the Outhouse, here is a horrifying one. 1900 hrs: I drained and consumed an entire diplomatic pouch of Sainsbury's Mozzarella Cheese. 2000 hrs: I began breaking wind. 2030 hrs: I noticed that the wind was significantly more foul than a normal farte, and that I was accumulating a full gas chamber at least every ten minutes. 2130 hrs: I realised that I had never before released such an inconceivably disgusting and protracted series of nauseous, sweaty, cheesy fartes in my entire life. If anyone else had been trapped in the room with me, they would have been pounding on the door and crying and pleading to be let out. I opened my window as far as it would go, to not much effect. 2200 hrs: The Browne Winds continued to blow ever more fiercely. I realised I was almost certainly permanently staining my jodhpurs, and quickly stripped to long-johns and cummerbund. The side effect was that each increasingly sickening fart was released instantly into the atmosphere instead of being caught in the ventilation chamber of my jodhpurs, and I was therefore assaulted tenfold by the awesome concentrated force of each new breaking. 2300 hrs: The length, frequency and punguency of the emissions continued to sail from strength to strength, with no end in sight. Despite my inbuilt resistance to the smell of my own gas, the stench had become quite unbearable, and my eyes were watering. I retired to the bathroom where there was a ventilation fan and hoped for respite. 2315: Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. As anyone familiar with Boyle's law knows, the size of the room in which one fartes is inversely proportional to the mind-blowing intensity of the rectal outburst when it happens. With the pressure in my abdomen suddenly growing, I had no choice but to hold on to the towel rail, steel myself and to Jesu pray, though well I knew that He was why the Browne Winds blew. 23:20: Armageddon. 23:30: I stagger back to my desk, a broken, reamed husk of a man. Whether I will ever recover physically or morally is unknowable. My poor brave jodhpurs, upon inspection, have a colossal browne crater in the gusset; they will have to be put to sleep. The lingering stench of immoderation continues to taunt me from all corners of the room. The one thing I have to be grateful for is that I myself seem to have ridden out the storm. But -- but what's this? My bowels seem to be filling at an unthinkable rate! Good God, what if this were to escape? No -- no -- for the love of mankind, I must hold it in! I -- I can do it. I can hold i
Re: thinking while sawin' a few logs by Freethinker1602	Freethinker1602 68.48.30.210	2-Feb-04/6:34 PM
Smack! Smack! Smack!...Head hitting desk... Smack! Smack, why did I write something so infernal and horrific! Well congrats on finding it fortune cookie and now to hid it again.
regarding some deleted poem...	zodiac 67.240.192.231	2-Feb-04/7:53 PM
ACT OF CONTRITION (a lyrick) --- Sunday, the grounds are all bright and still-o, Dreaming things already half-forgotten – And Crystal Lane Smith is scrubbing her bottom Seventy times with a bit of brillo. Monday, conscience-husked-clean and meek-ened, She faces the class, almost seems convincing, But cannot sit down for a fear of wincing And letting them know how she spent her weekend.
Re: Soft Speak; Hard Emotion by Blindpoetry	Blindpoetry 68.106.171.15	2-Feb-04/8:22 PM
Wow... A 0? Please post what I did wrong, or what I need to work on. please? thanks.