on FeaR by psikosis
8 May 2003, 2:20 PM
Must of been that one big R that kept your tears from falling tough guy huh? Listen to more Sublime and less siouxe and the banshees.
on Dance With Me by marvelis
8 May 2003, 2:22 PM
dance with yourselve.
on Disappear by sk8boardandpoems
8 May 2003, 2:24 PM
I pray to Lucifuge that you FUCKING DIE, so go to it. Tail drop off of the grand canyon aqnd 50 50 grind on a bald eagle on the way down.
on some deleted poem
8 May 2003, 3:37 PM
Is the extent of our feelings towards one another?
http://www.worldrps.com/
Because, I would hope evolution means more to you
then a spinning toilet and hand gestures.
http://www.worldrps.com/
Because, I would hope evolution means more to you
then a spinning toilet and hand gestures.
on some deleted poem
8 May 2003, 3:56 PM
More Terrence Mckenna, and less flying skulls that chew on stoners please.
on This makes no sense by thepinkbunnyofdoom
8 May 2003, 7:05 PM
This is very funny. I hope it was supposed to be right? Because it's very funny.
on some deleted poem
8 May 2003, 7:15 PM
Let the giant flesh eating roc take you away, and eat you too (the remix of doom part the #3rd)
The bus?
The bus?
on time weights by brazen
10 May 2003, 2:57 PM
Well, it's different. That's for sure. I enjoyed it.
on Wake and Bake Club by sir_heff
13 May 2003, 9:32 AM
What is this? Plan b?
on some deleted poem
13 May 2003, 9:49 AM
Did you know that in Mexico Jesus' nick name is Chewie. So, in the name of Chewie back ah, back ah. I really like how you properly "" jesus. As if he said it just like that? The truth is Jesus has nothing to do with the truth. If you are going to quote him, might as well quote the others. Mohammed, Krishna, Budah, the dhali Lhama and all the rest of the dead prophets. I believe in the future. You'll get farther quoting yourself, without sounding pretentiously ridiculous.
on some deleted poem
13 May 2003, 9:57 AM
Also; What does an empty soul look like?
What is it filled with when it's not empty?
A) A soiled gym sock.
b) A gym sock full of soil.
c) A gym sock buried in the soil.
d) A pile of gym socks on top of a spoonful
of soil.
e) A half empty glass of ovaltine on top of
a speeding station wagon at the bottom of a mountain.
f) Dustin Hoffman naked doing an impersonation of a
gym sock strung out on soil.
G) none of thee above.
H) all of thee below.
What is it filled with when it's not empty?
A) A soiled gym sock.
b) A gym sock full of soil.
c) A gym sock buried in the soil.
d) A pile of gym socks on top of a spoonful
of soil.
e) A half empty glass of ovaltine on top of
a speeding station wagon at the bottom of a mountain.
f) Dustin Hoffman naked doing an impersonation of a
gym sock strung out on soil.
G) none of thee above.
H) all of thee below.
on some deleted poem
13 May 2003, 12:42 PM
I thought well of this.
on some deleted poem
13 May 2003, 12:49 PM
Herpes is highly contagious, so is mr. Zimmerman. This poem was very satisfactory. 9.
on some deleted poem
13 May 2003, 12:52 PM
Trippy.
on Ode to the inafamous dark angel by Lucifer
14 May 2003, 8:35 PM
Could we call this "Chode to the incombustible chia cricket" ? Thanks.
The world passes over.
I watch from the peepholes.
Neither friend, nor foe
is welcome here.
I am hunkered down.
Waiting.
Watching.
Knowing.
Deep within this watchtower.
Protecting what is left.
Well hidden within a greying.
Folding hills, silent.
Opening fields, hushed.
listening to the rush
of distant rivers and
my heart thumping,
Aching, but still
undetected.
Safer, this sanctuary
These ancient walls.
My thick hide.
A guarded keep.
For heaven's sake.
I watch from the peepholes.
Neither friend, nor foe
is welcome here.
I am hunkered down.
Waiting.
Watching.
Knowing.
Deep within this watchtower.
Protecting what is left.
Well hidden within a greying.
Folding hills, silent.
Opening fields, hushed.
listening to the rush
of distant rivers and
my heart thumping,
Aching, but still
undetected.
Safer, this sanctuary
These ancient walls.
My thick hide.
A guarded keep.
For heaven's sake.
on form: haibun by Poetsettle
14 May 2003, 9:24 PM
Virginia, when you eventually come out from underneath all of those shiny poetry medals and Heretofores. I will still be here, stripped of my many almost poetic awards. Naked, reading the paper. Waiting for you to fix me a hero's sandwich, and organize my confetti parade for the new world record setting yawn I've just let loose.
on Typical Day by thepinkbunnyofdoom
14 May 2003, 9:40 PM
"To met the big cheese" meet, but met's funnier, oddly enough. This was a bomber. Be proud. the other day my friend informed me I smelled like a giant roach clip. I wondered to myself, amazed, shit... No wonder no one has hired me in five years. Well almost no one. Pot head producers love my work.