-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on sexy by elizabethann
13 Mar 2003, 8:50 PM
WELL LOOK AT MISS HIGH CLASS OVER HERE
LISTEN TOOTS IF IT WASN'T FOR ME YOU'D STILL BE FLUFFING THE CAST OF 'ROSEANNE' FOR $2/HR
check out www.smokinggun.com
the polanski transcripts are quite enlightening. Poor bastard was railroaded, she obviously deserved to have her underwear besmirched. (there could be a the or a before smoking to access the site, i'm sure you'll manage, LOVE!) hey, if i go to England in may can we meet? LOVE!
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The day Pan out-played Apollo (Haiku) by Bachus
The musical palm
deserves to be his, because
he never gets laid.
Hooves, horns, and Pan-pipe.
King Midas shall judge this match.
He enjoys ass-ears.
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-=Dark_Angel=-
13-Mar-03, 08:41 PM
I'M SURE THIS MEANS SOMETHING.
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<{Baba^Yaga}>
13-Mar-03, 08:45 PM
-=Dark_Angel=-
13-Mar-03, 08:41 PM
I'M SURE THIS MEANS SOMETHING.
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<{Baba^Yaga}>
13-Mar-03, 08:42 PM
In terms of psychic warfare? that was Roman Polanski's Quaalude.
Never, cement shoes.love.love.love.love.love.farina.
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<{Baba^Yaga}>
13-Mar-03, 08:42 PM
In terms of psychic warfare? that was Roman Polanski's Quaalude.
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-=Dark_Angel=-
13-Mar-03, 08:44 PM
OH
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<{Baba^Yaga}>
13-Mar-03, 08:46 PM
LOVE!
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LOVE!
-=Dark_Angel=-
13-Mar-03, 08:41 PM
I'M SURE THIS MEANS SOMETHING.
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<{Baba^Yaga}>
13-Mar-03, 08:42 PM
In terms of psychic warfare? that was Roman Polanski's Quaalude.
Never, cement shoes.love.love.love.love.love.farina.
OH
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
on Maud, After the Death of her Daughter Lynn by middenHeap
13 Mar 2003, 8:42 PM
ACES ANOTHER LOVE POEM! WELL GOLLY FUCKING GOSH I HAVEN'T SEEN ONE OF THOSE IN A WHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In terms of psychic warfare? that was Roman Polanski's Quaalude.
I'M SURE THIS MEANS SOMETHING.
REALLY? THAT'S GREAT NEWS! YEP. EXCELLENT! OK. OK. YEP. CHEERS. SEE YOU AT SEVEN THEN. OK. LOVE YOU. BYE!
HARD AS A SOCK
NOBODY CARES.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. You have stolen my heart away with your pure, simple words. Who needs fancifications like "writing in a style that isn't identical to prose but with random line breaks" or "non-default choice of words" or "a basic understanding of poetry"?! Obviously not you! You are so special that you have an innate mastery of the essence of poetry without even needing to read any other poems! You're so amazing that the last three thousand years of poetry is rendered irrelevent by your challenging, breakthrough work!
LOOK YOU STUPID BINT: YOU ARE A STUPID BINT.
WOW LOL STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS YOU REALLY BARE YOUR HEART AND JUST LET YOUR EMOTIONS FALL OUT I MEAN SO MANY PEOPLE COULD LEARN FROM YOUR EXAMPLE THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL PIECE AND IT MAKES ME CRY WITH HAPPINESS ABOUT HOW THE WORLD IS SO GREAT AND YOU JUST SAY THINGS IN SUCH A BEAUTIFUL, SIMPLE WAY YOU DON'T BEAT AROUND THE BUSH OR TRY TO MAKE THINGS MORE THAN THEY ARE YOU JUST TELL IT LIKE IT IS BUT THAT'S OK BECAUSE EVERYTHING HAS A TRUE INNER BEAUTY THAT FAR OUTSHINES THE FALSE BEAUTY CREATED BY INSINCERE POETS AND THEIR WEAVING OF WORDS YOU HAVE CREATED A REVOULTION IN POETRY AND MY HEART IS FOREVER YOURS
wait, are the grateful dead the zombies or the hippies?
I thought it DID have its own religion, dear.
Eee! Can I join in? That is downright brilliant. (I assume that it's Bach's Toccata -- the one sometimes known as the Doomsday Toccata? Good good.)
I remove one point. You know damn well why. (There. See? I'm getting better. I only took off one point. And I didn't kill anyone last Saturday. Be happy.)
First I must deal with your talking about nothing else when I see you, then I must deal with it in your poetry... Bah. See if I ever make you a CD again. I give you points because it's funny, remove some points because I'm sick of the subject, add some because it's amusing to see your conversation put in poetry, and remove some because I've heard it all before. Love 'n' kisses. Really.
you mean...she...got his goat?
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