Reuben Spiteri
on Here In The Heart of Amber by Lenore
8 Oct 2002, 1:14 PM
great work....
Last line should instead read: Kermit the Frog said. It would make this halfway interesting.
what no feedback no reverb. no syringe. perhaps an oatmeal cookie down the wrong pipe.
cravat. you mean cravat, don't you?
change friends to peeps.
Forget it Jake, -- It's Charlottesville.
Oh... I... *weeps*
DAMN THAT COUCH! DAMN IT STRAIGHT TO HELL!
0/10
ooh. 10 since im from vancouver
bay and days dont rhyme.
he is a TURD. Yes yes yes. With all those periods it took me two hours to read this. I could have been working on your poem.
perfection.....
beutiful poem
you have way too much time on your hands. if i were you i'd donate it to some fucking starving nation in the middle of a desert. cuz it's doing us no fucking good here. apparentlyz
'Wrecking ball' takes a half second to work. 'Takes no holidays' a bit longer, because it seems a bit out of place, but it works in the end. The 'I know your...' bits are excellent.
Dear gods. I cannot imagine why Hades would ever want to steal you away. I think I'll go warn him.
I remeber reading this, what, two weeks ago? It was no where near as good as I remember. Is it my mood or did you edit this? So much clearer.
THE BACHIAN TRIBUNALS pick of the day. why i will not say. okay...this once. cuz it makes me feel tiny and hated. and cuz it gives a great rim job (cave kissing is kuel) we should hide now. before chassidic release our shabbas goy to the lions pitted. the lamb has been spitted. spiteri &rossi asti spumanti. jonestown coolade for the afterglow.s
I think it's time you get out of your house and start looking. Yeeshus.
You are the kind I'm looking for. Peter O'Toole in Lawrence of Arabia, executing the man he saved from the desert. Only better. Do I own that kind of couragous love? I doubt it.
Either you're a genius like -=Dark_Angel=- or else you're an utter idiot. The jury's still out.
nice one.. one of ur best i think vulcan...... and thks for ur comments
There you go. What's 'mujer', by the way? I understand the rest of the Spanish, but I don't actually speak the language and haven't a dictionary handy.
I get the feeling I know you from somewhere. it's the way you speak, so familiar and pleasing. there's some pretention in this poem but I don't believe it's intentional. Odd how this is sort of a companion to my Untitled III. He kept my heart in a velvet lined box. Interesting. "The oh, don't worry" line feels abrupt, and unnecessary considering you'll never tell her about them. How would she worry?