Bachus
on Truths by Nicholas Jones
26 Oct 2002, 10:04 AM
see what happens when you spray pina colada car scents to fast while on the freeway.overdosed on fruitiness.6.
such memories bachus must keep you up late at nights wide-eyed and longing....
Garbage
a total fucking towel head..i recommend you go to gangbox.com and listen to little johnies jihad.mp3 and then the phoebe snow, for maximum quotable lip smacks...cuz right now your lingo isn't even quite bingo. g7. 0.
apparently not very much.
your right you can't...perhaps you can bullit kiss? or maybe wrist the razor? have fun.0.
Yes. Yes. Peasants are important too, aren't they?
This is socialism: "Look at those people. They're wealthy and splendid. They have butlers. Look at me. I have straw in my hair and dung in my slippers. I've got a great idea! Let's make everyone's life as shitty as mine! Then at least it's fair!"
Nice one!!
Bachus is an undesirable loathsome wretch of a man with a very tiny mind and penis..i doubt he even remembers what he ate for lunch on a daily basis..poor cad. i fear his beak hasn't fully recovered from the beak hoof war of 1777.
very negative... i might give it a higher score if i was more into the style of it
not exactly a haiku but i guess it works...
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
26 Oct 2002, 5:58 PM
sounds really angry, hope this is one of your older ones
Bachus
on The wonderful happy relationship between two wonderful and caring people by Dark Angle
26 Oct 2002, 9:49 AM
heathers have been known to do this..they also appear in quite a few of my 'pieces' of shite also. bitches. whores.junkies the lot of them. in fact in spoken word tromp..youthfullfountain..the evil wench in that is a heather..fucking whores!there there brother..together we will clad them in leather and ride there slimy gashes straight INTO HELL!!!!!HAHAHA. 9.
it's fucking amazing..somehow you manage to mispell shit and pull it off..cheers.lol!7.
what is this arbor day? THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! there's your title, and or statement? what the fuck is this tree hugging shit? some sort of metaphorical coming of age poem to the family and nature...well you lost me in the first stanza..and i'm not coming out for anything less than a handfull of pistaccios. capeesh. bastard. fuck! you've gone a tangled my noodle. bastard.
lots of hurting soals on this site, cheer up!!
This poem definitely is a tradegy. A great tradegy.
I do believe I have stepped onto holy ground. Who could have guessed there were so many angels in the world, and who all wrote poemes? Have these people no imagination, no capability to think of some other name? Or are they merely all so self-aggrandising that they take themselves for things above the human? Pah! And people call me pretentious.
Has anyone ever told you that all your poems sound the same?
whatever you do never let em see you sweat. the satanists..that is. homewreckers.
Poor her.