on minotaur by Bill Z Bub
22 Sep 2003, 11:41 AM
Hot damn.
on A Bucolic Fistful of Haiku by HaikuMofo
22 Sep 2003, 5:49 PM
Nice one. Very nice indeed.
on End of year poem by <~>
16 Sep 2003, 9:13 AM
The stanza about September is wonderful.
on A Fistful of Haiku in Yellow by HaikuMofo
12 Sep 2003, 6:55 AM
The lobefucker one was delightful. i'm jealous you beat me to the subject.
on A Fistful of Haiku at School by HaikuMofo
12 Sep 2003, 6:57 AM
Markie was wearing the skirt the other day. The word 'shanty' always makes me break into giggles. Now the computer lab's looking at me funny.
on How I fuck Freud off in the shower by horus8
12 Sep 2003, 7:11 AM
Gross. I smile. Flip flops for all.
on some deleted poem
11 Sep 2003, 9:16 AM
I really like the title.
on Lets Do Lunch (At Ground Zero) by scitz
11 Sep 2003, 9:18 AM
The rant rated a 2, but the senryu gets 7.
on some deleted poem
11 Sep 2003, 9:20 AM
It's like a really bad romance novel. Fabio=bad.
on null by Bill Z Bub
10 Sep 2003, 6:55 AM
Mighty. Your kung-fu is awesome.
on some deleted poem
15 Sep 2003, 6:27 PM
Tekken isn't my bag, but if it were Guilty Gear, I'd be Faust.
on A Fistful of Haiku in Yellow by HaikuMofo
12 Sep 2003, 6:54 AM
Aww..cutie flower chick. you must find her. Who's the hottie in your room?
on some deleted poem
22 Sep 2003, 6:19 PM
you know what this is, babe? *rubs thumb and forefinger together* It's the world's smallest violin playing the saddest song ever just for you and all the talentless sad little fucks whose feelings have been hurt. If your poemes blow bishops for bus fare, we call you on it. If you want unending praise on your tedious twaddle, tell it to your cat. Actually don't, that's animal abuse. In short, two points of order:1. Whine at someone who cares. 2. Eat me.
on A Meandering Fistful of Haiku by HaikuMofo
22 Sep 2003, 5:57 PM
Nice. I like the Berserk one.
on Yoko and Sakura Make Love by William Delacroix
22 Sep 2003, 5:59 PM
Girl on girl action that fails to even harden one nipple. FAIL!
I considered being a nice person and not hassling you about your mom (I have a target for that), thereby skipping this poem. However, I read it. You owe me thirty seconds of a perfectly miserbable life. I'd just like to say I agree with Mr. Dreamer. Also, if you held the knife above your head, the angle would likely cause the blade to bounce off your rib or more likely collarbone and you'd just cut off your tit. Not saying that wouldn't be an idea. By the way, nobody does care. Except sliver, but he doesn't count. Likely just wants in your pimply panties anyway.
on some deleted poem
23 Sep 2003, 6:04 AM
It does make me feel all fuzzy in my special areas, yes. Now, I told you what was wrong with your shit. Don't kill the messenger. Write less shit. I haven't called you one name yet, you silly tart. Now I have. Yet again, with emphasis: If you don't like it here, leave. Go back to the safe poeme-snuggles you would enjoy more. Also, please fuck yourself six ways from Sunday while you're at it. Hugs 'n' Kisses! Last, this isn't a poem.
on some deleted poem
23 Sep 2003, 9:21 AM
Nice poem. Pieces of the intended target are good, but there is some division over whether they are necessary. Some of the best spite-magic is spurred by spite alone. I like botany.