erickvisions
replying on Pills by erickvisions
19 May 2004, 1:17 PM
hahahaha, i didn't think anyone would ever find the hidden message.
My thesis made excessive use of spelling sinister (and yes, slightly gay) messages with the first letters of each line. I win.
sometimes i think it sounds too much like a rap song...
How many damn visions does erick get?
Are you one of dem serial killers?
Is this about new found land?
In addition to writing it, as you say, did you also invent your own language system, undecipherable to most, which you've shared with only your closest friends (i.e., Blindpoetry)? No? You meant for this poem to make sense in English? Then you fail.
At any rate, this conversation was innocent enough until you claimed I hadn't passed the fourth grade three comment-deletions ago. Now I trust you know who is the spanker and who's the spanked? Good. You may delete this comment at your leisure. After this, if you ever delete another of my comments I'll break your legs, punk. Okay? Thanks.
Should that ring a bell?
I don't like the last stanza. up until then, i had 10.
Attn: Nicholas Jones -
Why do you think this poem deserved a 2, rather than a 1 or 0? Was it the line "I feel an unbearable ache"?
WARNING: HIDDEN LEWD ALERT!!!!!!!!
"Cold and white... stiff and dry...
some... new...d...
have her... Or...a...l...l...y...
deep...ear... re...ming
bit..ing... her ...chin
...finger...ing... her...aking...rug
sheâs taking... It... a...n...all...y...
b..ake... his dar...t
i...m ...very t...ight
-10-
Fantastic use of "twitching" to rhyme with "itching" and "bitching"!!!1 -10-
Bulging with a bum-like idiocy.
Judith Chalmers
Mr T
Flowella Benjamin
I have devised a cunning new means of commenting to reflect how good I feel the poem is. It is a simple formula the strength of the poem is the inverse of how unbrown the celebrity I leave as a comment is.
A sample may look as follows:
Ainslee Harriot : They don't come any browner -10-
Robert Kilroy-Silk: The colour and texture of a shamy leather -6-
David Dickinson: Orange - A fraud in my brown catergory -bow'ls-
David Dickinson