Garrett S Sexton
on Revelation ( 666 ) by Mr Pig
20 Feb 2003, 2:12 PM
Watch it I know Arthur Walding.
I love a happy ending. Top marks to the Butlins camper.
fantastic - almost biblical, yet strangely crappy.
You love my talent.
The answer is in the poem you thickie. Now listen - noone cares about what your family have done. Poetry comes from within - it's not hereditary and you are very obnoxious to think that people enjoy your poetry. You haven't even got the decency or the nails to give yourself an original pseudonym. The closest you will get to be a true poet is to die young tragically. There is something for you to achieve. But my little angel, other than that, smell you later. Ha ha. (ps only joking)
This is profound, but CAN YOU FUCKING COUNT FOR THE UPTILIANTH TIME 18 18 18 18 IT NEEDS TO BE 17 17 17 . NOW this is a choice haiku. lose the AS inh S2, and i'll ten it many times taking you into the mid sixes 666 (i have lobbyists abroad on the hill, see).
I like it, Zzin. I was stuck at Timberline, WV, ski resort with 10 housemates; officially: 46 inches of snow in 3 1/2 days. I concur, cabin fever has no pity.
first line was mighty mighty boss tones, the last line unfortunately, was not.
What if the earth consmes the sun after it has turned into a red dwarf, naturally than the earth breaks solar wind? groovy.
Here's an interesting question for you, Garrett S Sexton: Do disableds have feelings? Or are they just soulless slabs of jellied meat with wheels attached?
On the plus side, you've now got two comments for your effort.
Enjoyable, to say the least. Does a villanelle have any particular syllable structure or rhythm or anything?
I have never heard a buddhist come out of left field like you just did to express his feelings in such a un-monkishishish way. You are my hero. you wouldn't know budha from Malthusian. maybe that's your gimmeck? give em hell kid! here i packed you a lunch and even wrote your name on it, so i wouldn't forget who you are and you would never remember and nobody brought a fgucking snack anyway, Chip.
What i thought was impressive was how you rhymed pengs,pong, I, and begs while maintaining absolutely no cohesiveness. You should get a life and give up on writing, before the stupid in you catches up with the psychotic desperation. THE SOONER YOU ADMIT TO THE FACT THAT you are an uneducated lesbian in need of thorazine, the sooner your dreams of being a papaya farmer with a mustache and cock will come true. Until then though, this is not a vilanelle, or sadly even remotely funny. Settle is gay and into rock hard hot biceps and shafts a pumping. not desperate idiots on the verge of garbage disposing their own faces out of sheer pathetic loneliness, and the fact that no one gives a shit.
No, apparently he dragged himself outside so the "Wheeled chair" could take a whiz. on his legs.
Yay, love! glad you're happy. Thank being tired from staying up reading Naked Lunch. You should see the drawings I did after I finished writing.
thanks.
I mean the second use of the words. They are terrific with gun.
Great satire, brilliant lines S2. If you were trying to make fun, you failed. You just gave his craft that much more thrust. reving engines, power drive.