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blackball replying on Drunken note #1 by blackball 9 Oct 2002, 12:03 AM
well...i was drunk...i don't remember writing them...and my friends told me they were good. i'm asucker for peer pressure
poetandknowit on Drunken note #1 by blackball 9 Oct 2002, 12:02 AM
If you come across Sherman Alexie's (he is a writer that is not dead) "Alcoholic Love Poems," read them. It might help you clear these up a bit.
god'swife on Drunken note #1 by blackball 8 Oct 2002, 11:58 PM
Well these are pretty bad. Maybe drunk is not your color. There not as bad as the moronic comments left by Jigg. You're not really saying anything are you?
blackball replying on rapping on caffeine by blackball 8 Oct 2002, 11:41 PM
i guess what i meant to say was that we are all frail...we live we die...it's the way life goes...it also might have to do with the fact that iwas thinking it up as i was typing it...i dunno
god'swife on rapping on caffeine by blackball 8 Oct 2002, 11:37 PM
Ilike this. Except for "live and die..." how does one live and die by fraility. I'm not getting it. The last couplet is strong, sensual and sad. For your mere 19, not bad at all. 19, good god.
dngrules on My Trick-Knee. by <{Baba^Yaga}> 8 Oct 2002, 11:07 PM
Great poem and I totally agree with the asian part.
your poems are often so convoluted that i can't decide if they are genius or chum. they make the ganglia twitch, itch, bitch. ditch me. lick me.
Tibbs on Essential Love by some deleted user 8 Oct 2002, 10:46 PM
when i read this, i feel putrid all over. what treacly tripe.
blackball on why i look like a man by rosiebailey 8 Oct 2002, 10:25 PM
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight
Service on pavement by faded 8 Oct 2002, 10:15 PM
Loved it, i hope you are all right now.
Service on AIDS Bonanza! by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 8 Oct 2002, 10:13 PM
strange. i didn't enjoy this much.
That gave me a chuckle.
Service on Frayed Edges by ShellBell7799 8 Oct 2002, 10:02 PM
Very well done. Very nicely portreyed. Imagery that sticks with you.
god'swife replying on Trembling Worry by Ninoy_Instigator 8 Oct 2002, 8:00 PM
Baby, you look sexy to me too. Talk with you soon.
poetandknowit replying on Trembling Worry by Ninoy_Instigator 8 Oct 2002, 7:53 PM
And she looks sexy in a burka! Can you handle that.
god'swife replying on Trembling Worry by Ninoy_Instigator 8 Oct 2002, 7:50 PM
I immediately take no stereotypes. You are jumpimg to conclusions. The poem you're referring to does not state that all muslims are evil. first of all I don't even believe in evil. Second of all I am the least prejudice person you will ever have the luck to run in to. I love the poem because of it's structure and it's satire on this whole terrorist nonsense. You take yourself too seriously. Stop making a jackass of yourself. The world is full of viewpoints. Learn how to handle yourself like an adult. What kind of stereotype am I? you know nothing about me, my life-style, or my beliefs. I am everything you third-worlders wish all Americans would be. you owe me an apology.
poetandknowit replying on Trembling Worry by Ninoy_Instigator 8 Oct 2002, 7:44 PM
Just tie her up already. Smother her in the burka, sherpa, furpa. Frumpy and in the kitchen. I like 'em that way too. And I gave input to the poem. I said it was as bad as Cheese Whiz and you deleted my comment. And then I said censorship was against you martyrs principles, or was it? Huh! Do you burn poems? Do you want to gas the Americans?
Ninoy_Instigator replying on Trembling Worry by Ninoy_Instigator 8 Oct 2002, 7:26 PM
this coming from someone who immideately takes the stereotype that all muslims are evil, and loves a poem that condemns Islam. You my friend are a great hypocrite and stereotype. But anyways I still must thank you, for you have given input.
god'swife on Sanity's Defeat by loneshadow29 8 Oct 2002, 7:07 PM
Sweet child. You are alone because you choose it, or because you need chemicals to help you with your depression. Either way, it makes me sad to think of you languishing in solitude. Life is short to the extreme.