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on Untitled by vulcan
4 Nov 2002, 11:23 AM
these are disjointed images splattered about, with a hint cohesiveness to them. but not enough, and not pleasantly so. finish the thought. weave it together.
this is just awful.
Hey Nicholas Jones. Are these friends of yours from that fucking Marxist club. Have you had your brain beaten in at too many hoodlum riots at soccer games? Read DeLillo, yet another superior American writer, to learn the power of the crowd and you will see it is all old hat and that putting a goofy web boinking virus as your home page does not make clever or even one that possesses the devices to write good poetry, which of course even on a sunny day in merry old England, you could not do. The soccer punch effect. Watching such a mindless and boring sport, what else must you do? Drink, shit, cuss the rival. Fight. It makes it all that much more interesting. But if you avoided the fisticuffs and stopped watching so much TV and wearing your mommy's under garments, you might find time to read a few books and develop those devices of writing and then no longer bore the fuck out of us with this shit.
pretty pretty words. what's behind them? have a 3 until you put some flesh on these bones. this did not satisfy.
prescription drugs can solve this for you, birdman
Christof? Hey Christof? What the fuck is happening over there in England. Has that lovely sense of irony spilled down one of those 10-gallon release toilets? There is a German that lives in Earl's Court, a mere block of the metro, down from the putrid Burger King. I forget the name of the street. He is a clever sort and obviously has stolen all you abilities of humor (yes, a German--that is how bad the situation has become). Please, see him. Save your country.
again, seek the aid of a qualified dispenser of pharmaceuticals...
i don't think beevers is the one with the sexual obsession.
you're really, really gay, aren't you? so gay you're homophobic, right?
more pointless lip service from the lap of the queens son.everyone knows that california has the tastiest quails and snails...don't you watch caRTOONS! bastards.??
this is a truly forgettable fire. i've forgotten it already.
even marry queen of scots is rolling her eyes right now.you truly have a way with sharp objects mr. snipes, and a huge, black cock, angeling for stripers. wwe need rowdy rowdy piper and less wastings of our time. from you. fucking puddle of day walker ooze. bastard.
i know where u live, FF. watch for yer own drive-by, for the crime of foisting this off on the ranker.
you should try colt 45. it works every time. just aske billy dee.
have some points for "I am the aluminium drink can of inadequacy."
she's got no rhythm and you know it. stop mocking her, or i'll setme bobbies on yeh.
wicky wicky wicky WHACK. one less gansta: rollin' home in a body bag.
you're not worthy to sip from ron's cum-jar.