Comments byhorus8, 1281–1300 back. Include replies

on My anal protrusion by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 3 Jun 2003, 8:25 PM
Ick.
on Have You Ever Been In Love? by Katie 3 Jun 2003, 8:26 PM
Stare you twat.
on some deleted poem 3 Jun 2003, 8:32 PM
You know what would rock John? If one day, for no reason at all, you beat your penis purple with a rubber mallet at the kitchen table.
on Bad Timing by DeadtotheWorld 3 Jun 2003, 8:46 PM
http://www.garageband.com/go/1WU8P9SB89

Tomorrow if you veiw this link I'll shoot my penis out of a toaster right at your bleeding twinky
on 11th September (a senyru) by scitz 4 Jun 2003, 6:17 PM
Dismal, I LOVED IT!
on Jeremi B. Handrinos: Part 2 by wCUNTw 5 Jun 2003, 10:12 AM
Why would I abuse my sweet son? He doesn't write shit poor poetry like this. If he did, mind you, I'd call him an ugly dike and throw him to the wolves. Also amyl nitrate is bad mmmmmmmkay, and for faggertz, I am a proud gay man, and I have never hurt a child in my life excepte for that twat Katie, and vipersna the magical chirping cunterspaniel, and that was because she left toxic snail tracks on my new spanish tile after her pa left brownie bum tracks on my new shag carpet. i guess that was his idea of walking? He walks like she writes, war has a way of making people do stupid shit huh vampissedoff, maybe one day, after your journey through the fields of child abuse you'll understand what it was all about. When that day arrives. Don't be suprised to wake up with a giant clitoris clear taped to the end of your nose, until then, do a popper, and please learn how to properly be insulting, because most of your poem is actually flattering 10!.
on some deleted poem 5 Jun 2003, 10:17 AM
Wow, I never thought it would happen, but you've lost your edge. It a sad day. Oh well, must prepare for a gap commercial audition, we wouldn't want to lose the lift of my ass in denim now would we.
on Taliban Ambush by scitz 5 Jun 2003, 10:19 AM
I suppose counting is overated at this point. Or is that just the chamber music playing in the background?
on C a n n i b a l by scitz 5 Jun 2003, 10:20 AM
Yep.
on wish by daniella 5 Jun 2003, 10:24 AM
Cute.
on aquellos eramos by daniella 5 Jun 2003, 10:26 AM
I think I saw three question marks in there beating up a beautiful theme.
on Carpet threading the sky by INTRANSIT 5 Jun 2003, 10:27 AM
Ha!
on A Moment In Nowhere by Mr Pig 5 Jun 2003, 10:30 AM
I'm suprised you can write this good outside a mousehole, anyway, it's oceans beyond your haiku that's for sure. 9.
on A Moment In Nowhere by Mr Pig 5 Jun 2003, 10:31 AM
I would change the title and the structuring eventually, to accomodate the story more.
on sharkmouth by Bill Z Bub 5 Jun 2003, 10:35 AM
Gripping, and involved. 10
on Never forget by sk8rs_rule_all 6 Jun 2003, 3:21 AM
What no cement to mark the occasion?
on Jeremi B. Handrinos: Part 2 by wCUNTw 6 Jun 2003, 7:39 AM
So you can all rest safe knowing.

http://gangbox.com/mp3/i%20gotta%20girl.mp3
on some deleted poem 6 Jun 2003, 4:43 PM
When you leave your house, do you even bother with clothes?
on A Perfectly Reasonable Question by baughworm 6 Jun 2003, 4:45 PM
GQT award. Fucking awesome poem, hands down.
on Watching Time Slip Away by kassanna 6 Jun 2003, 5:04 PM
1. "Slip down the hour glass of life" change down to through.

2. hourglass, is one word.

3. "Each others heart" Each-other's.

4. my suggestion is pull the poem into tight stanzas, use commas and periods, or capitals or lowercase to show sentence and thought seperation. Do not space. Make it like 4 to 6 stanzas. And remove the stuff at the bottom, because, we are already aware that you need guidance. Try not to start your sentences with and or but, and ignore the fact that I do it all the time. Remove the asterick. Make your title a sentence, don't capitalize each word, and there you have it. Oh, try to use words that are a tad bit rarer than the nouns, verbs and adjectives you are using now, check your thesaurus. For instance "


Not enough time

To fill the heart and mind

With memories made too brief"

This could be said like this;
There is never enough time
to ease a heart or mind
as memories displace remembering.