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horus8 on To dust by casey 14 May 2003, 11:04 PM
Opinions, unfortunately, go straight to dust too.
horus8 replying on Ode to the inafamous dark angel by Lucifer 14 May 2003, 10:23 PM
Surprise! "Review of Another funeral hymn by horus8 N/R Urban Western Goth This song/sound pleases cinematically. . .the cross-weave of western desert acoustic & hip-hop/r&b is engaging, as well as the lyric references to psychic vampire, etc. Enjoyable mix! " I thought you would enjoy this more then say some other layman.
horus8 on Typical Day by thepinkbunnyofdoom 14 May 2003, 9:40 PM
"To met the big cheese" meet, but met's funnier, oddly enough. This was a bomber. Be proud. the other day my friend informed me I smelled like a giant roach clip. I wondered to myself, amazed, shit... No wonder no one has hired me in five years. Well almost no one. Pot head producers love my work.
horus8 on form: haibun by Poetsettle 14 May 2003, 9:24 PM
Virginia, when you eventually come out from underneath all of those shiny poetry medals and Heretofores. I will still be here, stripped of my many almost poetic awards. Naked, reading the paper. Waiting for you to fix me a hero's sandwich, and organize my confetti parade for the new world record setting yawn I've just let loose.
horus8 on Sanctuary by Lolly 14 May 2003, 9:01 PM
The world passes over. I watch from the peepholes. Neither friend, nor foe is welcome here. I am hunkered down. Waiting. Watching. Knowing. Deep within this watchtower. Protecting what is left. Well hidden within a greying. Folding hills, silent. Opening fields, hushed. listening to the rush of distant rivers and my heart thumping, Aching, but still undetected. Safer, this sanctuary These ancient walls. My thick hide. A guarded keep. For heaven's sake.
horus8 replying on Sanctuary by Lolly 14 May 2003, 8:42 PM
Good Shabbas.
Plasticgirlwithgun replying on Life of some girl. by Plasticgirlwithgun 14 May 2003, 8:41 PM
Maybe I should ... ssssssss
horus8 on Ode to the inafamous dark angel by Lucifer 14 May 2003, 8:35 PM
Could we call this "Chode to the incombustible chia cricket" ? Thanks.
thepinkbunnyofdoom on Sanctuary by Lolly 14 May 2003, 7:17 PM
Well Said. -10-
thepinkbunnyofdoom on Search Engine by OneFingerAnswer 14 May 2003, 7:13 PM
Deeply touching but I'm not sure why. -10-
Bachus on Erased by joydoll 14 May 2003, 3:53 PM
Is there not a drop of joy left in that precious doll's frame?
razorgrin on fuck that bitch by Lucifer 14 May 2003, 3:10 PM
It's not a poem, either. here's a hot tip to assist in your 'artistic suffering': Step One, find a belt sander, preferably Black & Decker. Step Two: Apply genitals to said sander. Step Three: turn switch to 'on' position. Now get off the fucking stage, you polyp-picking little twit.
asimpleman on fuck that bitch by Lucifer 14 May 2003, 2:37 PM
So u were the bitch and Aaron ur daddy huh?.............hahaha.....don't worry i know u'll get his ass too.....just don't try to write poetry next time
baughworm replying on Continuation by baughworm 14 May 2003, 11:38 AM
Well thank you.
Caducus on Continuation by baughworm 14 May 2003, 9:03 AM
A vivid, classy poem big on imagery and very flow like. 9
Nicholas Jones replying on Cussedness by Nicholas Jones 14 May 2003, 7:26 AM
I'm glad I made you chuckle. A good chuckle is a beautiful thing.
Nicholas Jones replying on Homecomings by Nicholas Jones 14 May 2003, 7:23 AM
Hello again Mr. Christof. Yes, much of this poem is a bit rubbish. It needs a lot and more work, and should be about a quarter the length. Still, it was worth a try.
Jeremi B. Handrinos on form: aware by Poetsettle 14 May 2003, 7:01 AM
Your new homepage is simply a work of infinite joy. I am moved. I knew you had the gift, but lordy, lordy. Sheer genius. As perfect as a steaming clump of peat. "Yet heretofore" This opening was most delightful to mine eye. So was that you flipping me off then a while back with the greeting card? how you got a luscious asian hotty into the body of a 60 some odd year old lord of the graphic arts manor. A work of pumping valor, I tell you. I am wheeping openly in a tinfoil protected room currently, dodging solar flares, but I'll come out for some of your fine tutilage. And send me all of the books ASAP, I want to steal some of your sacred oats of regularitty.
Well, isn't this pleasant. Taming your hair again I see.
Poetsettle on Anouk by daniella 14 May 2003, 6:43 AM
Just lovely.