Shuushin
replying on The dog that loved a chicken by <{Baba^Yaga}>
4 Nov 2003, 7:24 PM
AND not his mother The Third Isis
AND Jeremi B Handrinos
AND Bachus
AND shardik
poem, put it in a poem
If you paid a guy to read this in a drunk Irish accent? I'd pay to see it. My favourite was "Hearken".
I, for one, had to read the bible several times whilst I was at the private boys shavery. Forced to sing beautiful Psalms in their entireties. Lord, it was a bore, but I believe your mentally retarded approach to preaching (great gimmick by the way) is much better. Because, it really speaks to the underdogs. The mistreated people of a lower more depraved caste in our indifferent society. The illiterate.
I am horus8. HETERO!!!
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sorry man, just can't get through this shit- doesn't hold my interest. May have it's merits but I've nary the patience to find out. HORUS8 is much better & much less self-indulgent. Happy trails, FAG!!!!
you mean fairy-tied!
too much reminding me of "my body's like whoa". Hip hop it's not but - interesting. the last line didn't work for me - you've already mentioned the spit dripping poison and all I could see was pussing eyes...nope, not a pretty site.
I, for one, am terrified.
My Secret Person Torment Staying Sane Happy Kid "Turmoil Prelude to a Legend Legend Alone The Trail Confusion Rain Doesn't Seem to Stop Playing Games Bottom Can't See Black Heart Disbeliever Self Winged Beauty Blinded by Your Kiss Reality Day Dream The One I think About Existence"
If you put all of your titles together? It looks just like one of those signs that those Jesus freaks carry in the subways of New York. Facinating, truly fricken fascinating.
Owie! but good. imagery. mm.
is the title ironic, or are you a cynic?
like a love poem, only yes and only no.
so sweet - and so sad.
I wonder about the "unique body" . . . I'd typically crit for the simple descriptors (doesn't show much, tells alot) - but they fit with the simple emotional theme, so; fine.
This would easily make a very nice ghazal.
The more you pass off that brazen trite aroma that you're attempting (though with a special ed hobble) that you're some sort of POET? Is the more I gaze at your sixes like 'your' not 'mine' lovely baby steps towards eventual Cro Magnun status. Put your pimplistic thesaurus
down. You have no clue as to what I'm talking about, or what you're even implying you daft tuber scrubling.