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god'swife replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 7:25 PM
Good. I'm glad to see you posting. Does tricked time stand for daylight savings?
poetandknowit replying on I Can Write A Wrong, But I Can't Right A Poem by horus8 23 Dec 2002, 7:24 PM
You are as predictable as a Steven Spielberg movie.
poetandknowit replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 7:21 PM
The funny thing is that I actually believe you are serious, and that "check mate" of your is laughable. This is so bad is does not deserve any response. Come on. Are you that stupid? Read Tom Lux. Read real poets. Not fuck heads that marry shitty writers, have a shitty writer for a son and live off coat tails while watching bread mold. Really, I have lost all respect. What a goof of the highest degree. Yes, merry xmas.
horus8 replying on I Can Write A Wrong, But I Can't Right A Poem by horus8 23 Dec 2002, 7:19 PM
i didn't say i finished, i said i had a diploma...yes children with a ged you too can make mr. poetry look like a transvestite searching for her wig in a black out, imagine what you can do with a bit of junior college. the possibilities? infinite.s
poetandknowit replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 7:14 PM
Exactly. I took it from there and put it here.
god'swife replying on Good Love by w~* ATHENA *~w 23 Dec 2002, 7:12 PM
Please enlighten me as to way this is a reply to my comment. Is this poem plagiarised? What friend of Horus8? I'm completely in the dark on this one.
god'swife on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 7:03 PM
Did you just write this after our conversation? I remember 'tricked light' from some other poem, was it yours?
poetandknowit replying on Good Love by w~* ATHENA *~w 23 Dec 2002, 6:54 PM
A stolen poem? Does it make the body good? Hours8 is one to critic the others but remember all he is friends with a plagiarist, which next to Robot Cheney is the lowest of all human life forms. You and GW should be ashamed of yourselves to let this continue. Thank you for letting your California friends fuck up yet another place.
-=SeTTle=- on Dirty bomb, code name: PLUTONIUM by horus8 23 Dec 2002, 5:34 PM
This is the best poem you've done - at least I enjoyed it more than any other you've done. By paring it down but avoiding minimalism you really more solidly strike the nerve that you fumble with in your more sprawling work. By the way, you might find my latest poem amusing.
Bachus replying on Thorns by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 5:16 PM
"unfathomably heavy sarcasm" this is my favorite part, you mean your anal retentive fixation with the human digestive system and hiv (e.g your fucking library) you are in hard core denial bros. just get buggered and shit on already for christ sake and get it over with. what are you afraid of? aids?l
Bachus replying on Thorns by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 5:06 PM
umm i mean YOU'RE next ASL. and don't forget my fucking retarded key board kicks up letters at the end of sentences. also i write nothing like you, and everything i've stolen from you was used creatively and turned into something not 'yours' anymore but 'mine'. shame really and "i come from a long line of poets, so i hope you enjoy my poems". cuz i'm texas..ha ha jerkcity jesus christ, from brilliant theories to compulsive reclarifications 'for' the public..you are really a piece of work. don't slip on a sheet of ice and break your splendid face. merrychristmas.r
Bachus replying on Thorns by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:59 PM
your next.f
Bachus on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:49 PM
unless of course, he is stan rice. now that would be the ultimate in theatre. ha ha,(p&k = stan rice) than i'd be wrong, but i'm not am i.E
horus8 on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:44 PM
THE BONES OF WOE Golden are the bones of woe. Their brilliance has no place to go. It plunges inward, Spikes through snow. Of weeping fathers whom we drink And mother's milk and final stink We can dream but cannot think Golden bones encrust the brink. Golden silver copper silk. Woe is water shocked by milk Heart attack, assassin, cancer. Who would think these bones such dancers. Golden are the bones of woe. Skeleton holds skeleton. Words of ghosts are not to know. Ignorance is what we learn. BY STAN RICE, SOME LAMB 1975. p.s [by horus8] i believe this will be the third poem of his i've sent you, you still have yet to mention what you dislike technicaly, personaly, or subliminaly. and if you were to read the "subtext" a bit closer you will find the 'check mate' it was fun while it lasted though. merry christmas.m
poetandknowit replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:32 PM
I see they still hand out diplomas in idiocy. Come on, liking Stan Rice sent all respect I had for you down the toilet. Your opinion is a joke.
<{Baba^Yaga}> replying on I am Cuba by cacophony 23 Dec 2002, 4:26 PM
of course he's right, haven't you heard. he's christof.
<{Baba^Yaga}> replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:18 PM
not to mention a bad case of writers block. your days as a fantastic poet are coming to an tragic end. i feel you have peaked. unfortunate. tsk.
<{Baba^Yaga}> on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:15 PM
oh, yeah almost forgot. here's your three back.
<{Baba^Yaga}> replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 4:07 PM
sounds like tying one on, and sleepin on the porch again to me.
horus8 on The Coming Light by poetandknowit 23 Dec 2002, 3:45 PM
mr. winter does it again.??