on The black scary night by jauser
26 May 2003, 6:19 AM
I was disappointed that the scariest thing you could think of was a mugger. Oh, a mugger, that's going to keep me up at night shitting my keks.
on a 9,000.00$ Philippine script treatment by Shardik
23 May 2003, 9:53 PM
I hate anything that contains Spanish-sounding names.
on Sleep of Death by necroscope7
24 May 2003, 11:26 AM
I hate it when you go to sleep but it turns out to be a Sleep of Death.
on some deleted poem
26 May 2003, 6:18 AM
Don't you ever wish you could write something that wasn't a horrible mangling of Boyzone lyrics?
on Milkshake until beef jerky by horus8
26 May 2003, 1:09 PM
I think you've got some explaining to do, sicko.
http://www.midnitecrowproductions.com/pe tpostnpals/posts/01-08-12/3751.shtml
http://www.midnitecrowproductions.com/pe
on Yay for Unspeakable Evil! by razorgrin
26 May 2003, 7:30 AM
I rather fancy you would enjoy the horrifying short stories of Thomas Ligotti. He's like a cross between H.P. Lovecraft and F. Kafka, but with more insane, screaming mannequins.
on some deleted poem
26 May 2003, 7:32 AM
This is Quite Goode.
on I am an genius, and you're a stupid turd by Shardik
23 May 2003, 9:52 PM
I fear you have again confused -=Dark_Angel=- with beakism. I thought we had got over that misunderstanding. Perhaps you have trouble with the concept because you have so many usernames.
on some deleted poem
25 May 2003, 6:02 PM
Only Drooling (Free Verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-
Lowly stirrup on the beak of my consciousness
How gallantly you flutter through the memories of my cack
Arrogant lobster and his cologne
Lying on his thorax he murmured to me
But he was just a lobster and his cologne was rife with egglingtons
Running his claws through my hair
McJuices flood from the gaping hole in his skull that I made with my fork
"These are for you"
He lifted my hand to his face
Placing my hand on his exposed brain-splat
And rubbing his blobbiness all over my bib
I fell asleep in his puddle
My hand now rested on my plate
I realize I was only drooling
Lowly stirrup on the beak of my consciousness
How gallantly you flutter through the memories of my cack
Arrogant lobster and his cologne
Lying on his thorax he murmured to me
But he was just a lobster and his cologne was rife with egglingtons
Running his claws through my hair
McJuices flood from the gaping hole in his skull that I made with my fork
"These are for you"
He lifted my hand to his face
Placing my hand on his exposed brain-splat
And rubbing his blobbiness all over my bib
I fell asleep in his puddle
My hand now rested on my plate
I realize I was only drooling
on the inner flame by crwncka1
23 May 2003, 5:03 PM
Good grief! If this so-called "inner flame" had anything to do with the enormously long chain of wrong thoughts you must have been thinking in order to produce a poeme as stultifyingly cack as this one, then it should immediately be snuffed out with a giant turnip.
rice / 10
rice / 10
on Theology by dougsoderstrom
23 May 2003, 3:17 PM
on some deleted poem
23 May 2003, 3:28 PM
O Wheeled-Spazz Chair on heap botty sit no legs and with twatty slogan cry "where be ramp in modern society" with bum trolley spin down lane people stare they don't understand face covered in dribble want to be astronaut but pants fall down because too spasticated to know what's going on.
on Crowned unkind by Alyssa91
22 May 2003, 7:05 AM
I think the world would be a better place if people were kind instead of unkind. What do you think?
on I'm reserved by Alyssa91
22 May 2003, 7:42 AM
I tried to give someone my sprawl once but they just flew upset and started shouting. And as I dangled there uselessly from the secret hole I'd made in the ceiling, my naked body sprawled and vulnerable, clumsily suspended above the mattress like some sort of filthy arachnid, I thought to myself "O Jesu what have I done..."
on blockbuster by bondjedi
26 May 2003, 2:11 PM
This is quality.
on Mother's day on Venus by Shardik
23 May 2003, 9:45 PM
lol
on A Matter of Faith by darkshark
25 May 2003, 4:07 PM
Chevy Chase.
on Theology by dougsoderstrom
24 May 2003, 1:39 PM
Why did you suddenly flip?
Your friend,
--Doug
Your friend,
--Doug
on some deleted poem
25 May 2003, 4:08 PM
Frankly, I am baffled by your failure to use "brown" as a rhyme for "down".
on some deleted poem
23 May 2003, 9:42 PM
You moron.