on STIGMA / MUSEHEART by JoyLuck
30 Jun 2003, 4:50 PM
Dude, I love you, you beat me to it.
on some deleted poem
1 Jul 2003, 10:49 AM
Yep
on some deleted poem
1 Jul 2003, 11:58 AM
Right.
on some deleted poem
1 Jul 2003, 10:51 AM
A cramped gerbal starving for oxygen and a nappy.
on Ack Bassward, or something like that by thepinkbunnyofdoom
29 Jun 2003, 1:45 PM
Ack Bassward (freeverse) by TPBOD edited by horus8
Woke up early.
Right around sunset.
Made myself a bowl of whiskey ala cancer stick.
Gobbled it down,
and followed it up black label to red
with a screwdriver (a flathead).
Walked outside to my tone lemon motor tryke.
Got on and drove to the lake.
Four miles off a dirty road on a child's bike.
So here I am.
Just sitting on the shore of this
Salton Sea inferno impersonating a hangout.
When along comes this girl with a shake as clout.
She's selling her virginity first hand over fist.
So I figure why not?
After all, her glow is kinda first & last kiss.
I no sooner have it than she goes whore.
Being a new virgin and naive
to what explored, she took it back from me
changed but not sore.
Bitterly disappointed I ran off in a huff.
After walking for an hour, gone mad in the buff
I reached the dirtiest roads end.
Where the pavement begins.
But being of foul temperament & nude,
I decide to use my thumb to pull a ride.
Along came a biker, he said, "Tis warmer inside".
Still retaining all of my stupidity,
I decided against my better judgment brilliantly.
and got on the back with a smack.
Shortly there after, I was brought to the bar where he gathered with his pack.
With Mod whispers they talked
of things that could be.
Sensing my impending doom I optioned to flee.
A smokey bar with guards at the exits,
but none watching the bathroom.
So I walk in proclaiming 'a lizard drain',
and whom should I meet with nothing to gain?
A man clearly not able to hold his own liquor.
So he held everyone elses & slept on the floor.
Much as I hated myself, I stole his floral blouse.
I then proceed to sneak out the window and creep out to where my mustached host had parked.
I watched in terror as they pulled the drunken lout out where he was beatin stinky with a trout.
Oddly enough the police arrived shortly there after and I was put into a cage for being nude
without a gown or a cathater.
I told my story convincing with winks
Until a shrink came in with a pen, but no ink.
Suddenly I was two feet tall,
and the cat lost my tongue.
I ended up confessing to everything.
Boy the songs this bird sung.
There after in the cell right next to me.
Was a man selling more than his dignity.
For a cigarette and a favor,
I didn't intend to live up too,
he let me have it, twice, what can a boy do?.
Shortly there after, again,
I managed to convince them that I was insane.
They put me alone in my cell and the shrink
came once again, this time with ink and no name.
Again I became two mighty scared feet,
but this time I ran out under all of their heat.
I threw myself in through a laundry shoot.
In the washing machine room I got to feeling cleaner and grew back.
Maybe if I dressed like them
they'd cut me some slack?
I left twirling my night stick
& never looked back.
Woke up early.
Right around sunset.
Made myself a bowl of whiskey ala cancer stick.
Gobbled it down,
and followed it up black label to red
with a screwdriver (a flathead).
Walked outside to my tone lemon motor tryke.
Got on and drove to the lake.
Four miles off a dirty road on a child's bike.
So here I am.
Just sitting on the shore of this
Salton Sea inferno impersonating a hangout.
When along comes this girl with a shake as clout.
She's selling her virginity first hand over fist.
So I figure why not?
After all, her glow is kinda first & last kiss.
I no sooner have it than she goes whore.
Being a new virgin and naive
to what explored, she took it back from me
changed but not sore.
Bitterly disappointed I ran off in a huff.
After walking for an hour, gone mad in the buff
I reached the dirtiest roads end.
Where the pavement begins.
But being of foul temperament & nude,
I decide to use my thumb to pull a ride.
Along came a biker, he said, "Tis warmer inside".
Still retaining all of my stupidity,
I decided against my better judgment brilliantly.
and got on the back with a smack.
Shortly there after, I was brought to the bar where he gathered with his pack.
With Mod whispers they talked
of things that could be.
Sensing my impending doom I optioned to flee.
A smokey bar with guards at the exits,
but none watching the bathroom.
So I walk in proclaiming 'a lizard drain',
and whom should I meet with nothing to gain?
A man clearly not able to hold his own liquor.
So he held everyone elses & slept on the floor.
Much as I hated myself, I stole his floral blouse.
I then proceed to sneak out the window and creep out to where my mustached host had parked.
I watched in terror as they pulled the drunken lout out where he was beatin stinky with a trout.
Oddly enough the police arrived shortly there after and I was put into a cage for being nude
without a gown or a cathater.
I told my story convincing with winks
Until a shrink came in with a pen, but no ink.
Suddenly I was two feet tall,
and the cat lost my tongue.
I ended up confessing to everything.
Boy the songs this bird sung.
There after in the cell right next to me.
Was a man selling more than his dignity.
For a cigarette and a favor,
I didn't intend to live up too,
he let me have it, twice, what can a boy do?.
Shortly there after, again,
I managed to convince them that I was insane.
They put me alone in my cell and the shrink
came once again, this time with ink and no name.
Again I became two mighty scared feet,
but this time I ran out under all of their heat.
I threw myself in through a laundry shoot.
In the washing machine room I got to feeling cleaner and grew back.
Maybe if I dressed like them
they'd cut me some slack?
I left twirling my night stick
& never looked back.
on shadows of love by crwncka1
28 Jun 2003, 9:13 AM
Or a lighter in the crowd.
on location 999 by crwncka1
28 Jun 2003, 9:11 AM
Try a shower and a brisk walk.
on some deleted poem
1 Jul 2003, 12:14 PM
Sorry, but the houses around here twitch often it's called an earthquake.
on Apparently you missed the Memo by Luzr
1 Jul 2003, 12:07 PM
Here's a quote from White knuckled Phillip "Shut the fuck up & pass me the ketchup you pretentious twat". Because, honestly, What then? What the fuck should this do? Motivate me to read more highschool mandatory staple boring crud? Because, in case you hadn't noticed a legless armless shrapnel disembowled uneducated child in a third world war riddled country can't eat an Oscar Wilde qoute for sustenance or wrap themselves up in a warm Will Durant for the night can they idiot? Nobody gives a frozen-fuck about how informed you assume that you are, shut the fuck up and go make yourself another hero sandwich you fucking sorry piece of shit..
on some deleted poem
30 Jun 2003, 11:50 AM
Nick, it goes, vagina, spice, then desert planet, and shouldn't there be a worm too somewhere in the middle? now, for a senseless plug.
HORUS8 will be performing tonight from 7 to 8:30 at the Atelier cafe in Echo Park, Ca. There will be naked hermaphrodites and milkshakes plus a midget that can blow himself. This is a rare event since horus8 has been under lock and key for a year, so this will be an opportunity to witness exciting new material and regurgitated other stuff, or not.
HORUS8 will be performing tonight from 7 to 8:30 at the Atelier cafe in Echo Park, Ca. There will be naked hermaphrodites and milkshakes plus a midget that can blow himself. This is a rare event since horus8 has been under lock and key for a year, so this will be an opportunity to witness exciting new material and regurgitated other stuff, or not.
on some deleted poem
30 Jun 2003, 11:59 AM
I wonder if your pain is aware that it's hiding John? Is your pain based on a suburban raison bran crisis too, because my soul's just been in the shitter since my bowl of raison bran made my parents seperate, I blame my irregular bowel movements for it all, that's why my pain is hiding under my skin, how about you? How about a hug?
on Obsidian Reflection by SupremeDreamer
30 Jun 2003, 2:12 PM
pudendom, lol. Good, much better, you've taken some risks here and I did see an imaginitive improvement. It still shit, but I chuckled quite a bit and that's big in my little world "Named Dreamer Supreme". lol, you crack me up, here's an eight so skate. You're lucky I'm performing this eve and I'm giddy.
on Forsaken Faults by DeadtotheWorld
29 Jun 2003, 2:33 PM
Boy, when I watch the gears in your mind spin, I have to reassure myself that there's always sundials just in case me and you are the last two alive.
on Ack Bassward, or something like that by thepinkbunnyofdoom
29 Jun 2003, 5:20 PM
Because in the real world that wouldn't happen, and in a imaginary world it would be considered unimaginatively boring, unorganic as far as the story goes, and irrelevant first off. Secondly, it's not my style, I tailored it to you. If it was mine, it wouldn't be posted because it has NO focus, no center. What you've done here is invented something better left to lie around longer in the hopes of being put to better use than that.
1) It's horrendously long.
2) has the shape of pigeon shit on a slow moving vehicle.
3) Attempts wildly to be cool and different, but insteads winds up cold and humorless.
4) Starts off at something worth writing about & ends up at something not worth reading entirely. Muwahhaha or not.
5) Writing is an exercise in communicating specific ideas. not to listen to yourself be unspecific
1) It's horrendously long.
2) has the shape of pigeon shit on a slow moving vehicle.
3) Attempts wildly to be cool and different, but insteads winds up cold and humorless.
4) Starts off at something worth writing about & ends up at something not worth reading entirely. Muwahhaha or not.
5) Writing is an exercise in communicating specific ideas. not to listen to yourself be unspecific
on some deleted poem
29 Jun 2003, 2:28 PM
You must have got a laugh out of that blue ten at least?
on hurricane love by crwncka1
28 Jun 2003, 9:09 AM
What's a polar shift than, The love of one pole for another. THE GAYE! hate must be what makes my microwave beep than, huh.
on some deleted poem
30 Jun 2003, 11:53 AM
lol
on Have you by XangryXblondeX
29 Jun 2003, 6:53 PM
Have you ever beaten yourself unrecognizable with a poorly strung tennise racket?
on some deleted poem
30 Jun 2003, 2:49 PM
Too funny, yep, I was there.
"He rode upon the bay" Unless he owns it?