Bobjim
on Lost love by Mikius
28 Apr 2003, 3:59 PM
YOUR PUNCTUATION IS BUGGERED! YOU ILLETERATE GOON!
I OUGHT TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A DICTIONARY!
late toilet paper?
did you left-hand it?
Black and white inspiration - photos - always so much more enamouring than color. This is a long poem from you I like its relaxed narrative telling a story from a vantage point of perspective coming alive from the 'phone call' which is where this poem to me became quite moving. Your prize is ...8
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on he was the one i had written about before i met him by rockinindividual
28 Apr 2003, 5:14 PM
Rub my quarter too? and raise him a pack of melting double mint in pocet number 'the rear'.
I love the word odiferous. so i gave it a ten, not ten for the poem just ten for the word, no more no less and the vote shall be ten for odiferous and nothing else but ten, Have i made myself clear?.... ten
Q:what if you died a hideous death by Ebola? A:I would rejoice and do a little dance, knowing that you would cease to shit out utter meaningless drivel like this. Make the endless, repetitive, cheese-laden tripe stop, and I'll stop doing voodoo rites for you to experience sudden massive hemorrhages. Deal?
i know a guy named nick
he makes me laugh
but i think your poem makes me laugh harder
9 for well constructed vulgarity
Ralph Lauren make a better sock at Neiman Marcus.
That's one way, but i'd end it a bit more 'out to lunch'and deatachable.
"in the dog house" or
With plastic covered furniture"
or
"high on flinstone vitamins". or not.
Sure! Why not. and tributing Dark Angel as well. how fun. coffee fiend? you should be.
Tell me more about this Gallant Hat, old hag! Or am I to beat it out of you? For 'twas on this very day, in the summer of sixty-four, that my Beloved Tricorne, Excellent Q. McSpecies, was stolen by an Elite Squadron of Advanced Combat Prawnes, led by that ghastly spastic: Darren D.D.D McDarren. It is with great sadness, and a heavy heart, that I recall the moist plushness of their velveteen tuxedos, and the terrible sight of their crumpled legs writhing uselessly as they danced beautifully from Platter to Platter. Before I could say "What in the name of Sodomy is going on!?" there was blood and entrails flying everywhere and landing on my face. My pants were horribly ensnared on an upturned croquet hoope, and Excellent Q. McSpecies was twisted by knaves from my very bum to make a trap for fools. And, which is more, Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstacy of fumbling.
how about velevted blood?
instead of beautiful?
I was perusing this on fine milled paper as do like to print the longer poems out and have a darn good gander at them. I was interested in the capitulaton of the piece and I think Mr Caducus made an interesting comment about perspective. It reads as a very adult piece, from the last 2 lines of S1 I felt empathy and solace in the fact we all share the hurt of a lost bond wish to to say thank you for writing this it left me feeling happy on my own with a half baked cuban and a glass of sour mash over ice: 9: Take care my kindred friend.
Oh sweet Columbus.
Who gave this a 1 I wonder? Ah, well each to thier own.
The only thing wrong is 'So my stallion and me turned away'. It seems wrong for some reason. Perhaps 'my stallion and I'?
Well, round here, a double double with cheese (animal style) meal deal at In & out is 5 bucks, and that my friend is Democracy with a vanilla sheik and change for a pack of gum.
Zounds. I like it!
Somewhere inside you
Is a mentally demented person
If SARS is so funny
How come the world's a better place
With you not around
also proves that inspiration is everywhere.