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on Robe Lowe, Me and Icecream by RO-B-LOWE ME PLEASE
26 Aug 2003, 7:27 PM
he's short. i bet he has SMS.
good stuff here, but the arbitrary uneveness is really disruptive.
change the pace when you want us to slam on the brakes. and then only. no vote/
A triumph of the scrotum!
lmao. 10.
agreed. questions and poems make sad bedfellows.
A kicker.
GQT Awarde.
Iâm pegged.
Strung up by my own fabrication.
Strung out on a series of puns
Theyâll be my undoing and hampering.
(How to write a poem: never provide opportunities for puns: they'll be taken up, you'll be washed out.)
very nicely pu.
but, theses lines--there is too much knowing:
"Face to face with stones who know you
by name when you don't know when that
single foreign particle will break your
femur, your lung. You know that you are"
stones--face--blank--stones can't know. it's not that they don't know--but even if they did know, could they pronounce it?
Charming.
this just keeps getting better. nice job.
bouncygoodness. i 8 it up.
horus8
replying on My Show at the Whiskey a Go Go on the 26th of August 2003 by Jeremi B. Handrinos
26 Aug 2003, 5:28 PM
Yes, he's very good.
Shizzolate that mofo.
heh
Thank you.
Yeah, there's some pretty interesting fairy tale porn stars they might want to marry.
No man dreams of a snotty princess bitch who orders them around, Jesus!
who invited the 16 year old suburban kids?
Sexton.. what the fuck?
No, she's coming back from Mexico. read the last line, fool.
Then drive to Mexico; the same thing'll happen to you. Promise.