on some deleted poem
12 Apr 2003, 2:38 PM
Risky, and plush.
on A prayer for my mum by Mr Pig (again)
12 Apr 2003, 2:45 PM
If you changed the title to Maternalizing Eve, i'd die. have a ninesky, are you departing somewhere?
on Flash of Light by Todd
14 Apr 2003, 1:06 PM
What if heaven is under the hat and below the belt, Todd? In heaven will you look like you did when you died, when you were born, or when you thought you looked your best in highschool. Perhaps you will be a ball of preaching lightning for us to follow into your simplified evangelical program. I've never seen so many people in one place convinced that heaven is a country buffet with domesticated lions, tigers and bears, and everyone looking their Sunday best. I'll bring my 'crock of shit pot' and bingo card. See you there.
on Matters to me by geewhiz1962
15 Apr 2003, 3:35 PM
I don't know, 'if' there?
on some deleted poem
15 Apr 2003, 3:37 PM
Only until I forget what I was forced to learn about gravity.
on Turn Your Back and Run by TruthlessHero
15 Apr 2003, 4:10 PM
This would have tremendous reverb with the proper editing.
on My Throat Is An Empty Grave by TruthlessHero
15 Apr 2003, 4:12 PM
Mediocre and barely caustic.
on I Have Seen Where It Grows by TruthlessHero
15 Apr 2003, 4:15 PM
In serious need of some cpr, but there is a glimmer of hope.
"A shell for the earth, all seasons reverse.
A life inside out in a jet-black hearse." Your opening, though, is fucking fantastic.
"A shell for the earth, all seasons reverse.
A life inside out in a jet-black hearse." Your opening, though, is fucking fantastic.
on some deleted poem
17 Apr 2003, 5:48 PM
"He wears a mask
Over a heart that is black".
Now what I would of said would be,
He wears a mask my friend,
and that mask is oatmeal & avacado.
Over a heart that is black".
Now what I would of said would be,
He wears a mask my friend,
and that mask is oatmeal & avacado.
on Cash Money Millionaires by bondjedi
17 Apr 2003, 5:55 PM
Your aggression towards 'rhyme' has left much unsaid.
Perhaps you'd prefer to give me some 'head'?
Perhaps you'd prefer to give me some 'head'?
on Axe Murderer by Blindproject217
17 Apr 2003, 5:59 PM
Taking shape... hmmm... kind of like a growing penis in the cupped hands of a child. Of course, we would be required, by law, to confirm that indeed you are that child, and yes that is your penis.
on Deceased by talking_goldfish
17 Apr 2003, 6:05 PM
Now hark, lark! bef're it's dark and your tail feather's bark turns into Noah's ark and we leave a mark of animal shit that will eventually nark us out to sweet jesu'. did i mention being stark fucking nude dude? well that too, buddy.
on My everything by FUJU
17 Apr 2003, 6:14 PM
but... will you bend over and be my forever friend.lol. i also own a pair of fubus for when i go a wicky wicky woo and my three turn tables and microbone.
on Loaded with Clichés by Blindproject217
17 Apr 2003, 6:28 PM
There isn't any mob cliches in this, unless this mob is on the highschool football team.
on The Anger of the Infants by bondjedi
18 Apr 2003, 12:44 PM
You say "fuck" as if still figuring out the power of the terminology. Here watch.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
on Stockport by Nicholas Jones
18 Apr 2003, 1:19 PM
Amusing, that they are rarely dissapointed.
on Salt Water by OneFingerAnswer
19 Apr 2003, 4:30 PM
"
As if the tears were meant (to) flow out with every echoed boom.
Leaving in their wake (a) vast and meaningless container". couple erps here, but otherwise, 'right on'.
As if the tears were meant (to) flow out with every echoed boom.
Leaving in their wake (a) vast and meaningless container". couple erps here, but otherwise, 'right on'.
on some deleted poem
19 Apr 2003, 4:42 PM
fag.
on Whipped (With Preface) by OneFingerAnswer
19 Apr 2003, 4:59 PM
"
He had served her ha(n)d and foot; why not one last time?"
"propve" is a romanian liquor mad out of walnuts.
Could I dare ask... Is this the sequel to harrison ford's witness? because this poem takes me to amish land like a time machine. A cow udder time machine.
As for love? well, love is an 'action' used to describe, define and structure a specific environment + circumstance + changing of awareness - What they told you it was . that which can not be held or kept only temporarily shared divided by (our grasp of time, which unfortunately is a constantly changing variable). It also serves for a great foundation to breed upon since normally before one experiences love they tend to be immature, selfish, needy, basically all over the adolescent map. here is a fact. Your love for another, for God, or yourself, are all risks undertaken by those who have succesully climbed that mountain of thought to reach that notion in order to jump in the first place. Which order one obtains those three in, in life, is what's critical however, and often confusing, hopeless, and fatal.
He had served her ha(n)d and foot; why not one last time?"
"propve" is a romanian liquor mad out of walnuts.
Could I dare ask... Is this the sequel to harrison ford's witness? because this poem takes me to amish land like a time machine. A cow udder time machine.
As for love? well, love is an 'action' used to describe, define and structure a specific environment + circumstance + changing of awareness - What they told you it was . that which can not be held or kept only temporarily shared divided by (our grasp of time, which unfortunately is a constantly changing variable). It also serves for a great foundation to breed upon since normally before one experiences love they tend to be immature, selfish, needy, basically all over the adolescent map. here is a fact. Your love for another, for God, or yourself, are all risks undertaken by those who have succesully climbed that mountain of thought to reach that notion in order to jump in the first place. Which order one obtains those three in, in life, is what's critical however, and often confusing, hopeless, and fatal.