horus8
on Choose by joydoll
19 May 2003, 6:13 PM
Go watch the secretary with james spader, it will help.
Pluperfect.
Way good. And so condensly true.
Yes, copyright it, because I'm sure someone is just dying to steal it away and use it for their own lack of writing ability. Good luck with your writing.
"Here we are, why? (Other) by Shardik
6.
Was that your beaver trap?
I need some fucking superglue.
I wish you'd stop writing about crap:
Was that your beaver strap?
I'm going to give you a map.
On how to find the soul-less shoe.
Was that your beaver clap?
I need some fucking friends.
That can deal with my odor.
Take out an ad for a front door ramp.
Was that your beaver trap?
No, it was mine.
6.
You've got a disgusting idea -
That you are better then everyone.
Take it some place else:
Like to the 99 beak store.
and buy some fucking tic tacs.
Note: ask the stock boy to reach that box
of disposable diapers, since I hate his face.
Your mother thinks you're gay;
because when you're that fucking smart.
You just are, but are all rocks round?
Were you beaten with a toilet paper roll?
You've got a disgusting idea -
that you are a special person.
Of this we are convinced,
and you are.
6.
You're the biggest blow hard I know;
You get everything possible right!
From your life, you've got family money.
And a passion to knead meat.
Now we all know you are special.
It's generous to call you a genius:
Because you're gay and open minded.
regardless of your two inch dick;
and love for shit like napkins.
How do you see over your own chin?
From that precarious level, talent.
Sir, your life inspires me, it's
like watching my tv rape an eggroll."
Here! Here! To aahhhhhhh. A toast tooooo, ah... Beaks with four holes stead three < the vikings all raise their horns, but one sad viking does not. He is ashamed to show the others the truth of his beak, that being, it's not, SHE eats with a gashed hoof a puss-ie with infection and a foul stench, she is no viking at all, she is an imposter.>
well it started badly, tailed off a little in middle, and the less said about the end the better. Apart from that, I loved it!
ace / 10
"my age defying makup" makeup.
Some capitals and punctuation might help also.
Other then that, terribly boring and hopelessly self absorbed. nice job. here's a six.
Great stuff.
"All fine examples of secret movement."
Here's a tenner. Don't spend it all in one place.
"I can't bare the thought of how badly it got to be" This gives new meaning to the "American" sentence. No, wonder the brits think we're fucking idiots, thanks.
I cannot bear to think about how bad it had become.
"I can't run form it" Good, either can I. lol.
nightmare, unless yoou mean the mare of the night? I thought I sold that old nag? Other then that, guess what? Your poem is not poetry, not original, not sad, not informing, special, enlightening, 'cool'. Sadly, I'm ashamed of you and American poets. Good job. 1. By the way, do you even know what a nova is? because after reading this I'm concerned that you are a pathetic tail chaser if anything.
So do what we do. Grab a youngster by the tonsils and flail him/her like a rag doll. It's quite amusing, really.
Septic, and hopelessly without style, or base.
shit pure fucking cocca, fucking waste, but what timing. Yipee, for you.
"So let me be alone in my own little world"
You are.
The title? That's easy. "Eject"
No, but I can stick a 2 lb. fist right up your ass with jet fuel lube and a box of blue-tips on the night stand.
No, you deserve every reverse impalement handy.
God actually is what should lead us to our garden of eden.... this is well sung, and screaming for some truths.
looks like a nightmare i once lived in.
you have a sweet way of bringing that wee bit of light in, just enough to clear the haze of darkness shrouding the landscape. love just dancing to be flowers.
Do you always talk to your mother like that? Honestly beakism, I thought you were a very mature young man, but after hearing this recent outburst of yours I'm not sure what to think. I knew something was wrong when I discovered those brown footprints leading up to your bedroom door, but my faith deserted me completely when you shoved the sun up your arse and farted on Christ's balls.