royalflesh
on crispy by skaskowski
16 Sep 2002, 11:48 AM
i'd like to see more effort. Cringe-daggers in my back and make them come back for more. 5
Ok! Thanks for the tip!
your diaper needs a changing, but i'm a bad mother, so change it your self.
ok. there's much to be considered adhearing to such a disaster of language. You sir, wear a cloak and spin nervously through the day to find the other twin that beckens your lousy name. Ciao, good day. 3
"brotherly," my ass.
you should talk to dougsoderstrom. he knows jesus, and will even ask hima question for you.
listen god damnit..thou hath made my pet hobo ernie blow his last shrill...he is no longer for rent...his blow is spent..."would you like to rent a trailor or a boat instead?", asked the young vaguely goatied pierced eyebrow lad from behind the mask of a ten day rc cola binge..."should of drank tab kid" replied this Int 25. russian witch. "i'll take the motor home and both of your legs...anyone care for a drumbstick? 20 roll critical...exp points infinity. duck next time. Now the dust pan.
nice rhythym. went to 2 funerals myself in the past week and this seems to capture it pretty well.
I take it you are either wanting to getting married or already are...still very sweet and loving!
Wow! I find this one really meaningful cus I was just sucked into it's emotions!
Oh, Soylum. It's OK to be jealous of me! You should stop trying to rationalise your bitterness and just let the tears of shame flow. For it is you who is the one who does not see.
i'm quite fond of your work, just not your moral insights. leave that for the chinese. great! moving on to the others.
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
on The lack of graffiti in an art centre lavatory by BEBO
16 Sep 2002, 11:38 AM
You, Sir, are an insult to the hallowed ranks of poemes making reference to faeces. You use foul words like 'fart' and 'plopp' as if to say "POO IS FUNNY LOOK IT'S GROSS HA HA". Do you have no artistic wision? No sense of the grand and mysterious? If my poemes are the sound of a frantic, frighten'd orchestra (which they are), yours are that of a broken whistle blown by a hobo in a feeble attempt to summon a djinn. Good day.
SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME NO DON'T TELL ME YOU LIKE NIRVANA
the captain isn't on crunch berry island he's moved to the milky way, and i'm out one free shopping spree at toys r us. stupid crunch decoder ring was right...i just didn't think the cap[tain could breathe in outer space without a helmet. science can be a bit to decisive. so can i.
YES USING A CIGARETTE BUTT IN A POEME HOW POIGNANT. WHAT DOES IT SAY ABOUT OUR CULTURE AND URBAN LIFE?
Do you write about anything except "love"?
What are you trying to say with this piece?
GREAT METAPHOR FOR LIFE - A TURNTABLE.
now that's better lover. bend.