| Re: Pissing Rant by brazen |
14-Aug-02/12:12 PM |
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fuck yeah this wins the horus8 AWARD FOR CLOSED FIST BIRTH DAY WISH STAND FAST CAPTAINS MAST award for outstanding achievement in the art of building scarecrows that walk and talk. this is truly a ball of rage 9/10b
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| Re: of the bad hard drive by david |
14-Aug-02/12:00 PM |
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that went right over my head, both of them. still.. slightly appealing though. 6/10 (aee you talking to yourself, and is the blue screen the tv pre-porn debauchal?)r
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| Re: Thorns by poetandknowit |
14-Aug-02/11:57 AM |
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parents can be real scary in the middle of the night...especially when you catch them humping and you've been drinking and you wanna hit them up for some motel cash and stuff, or a later curfew..this is my fave thus far of yours cuz it forced me to relive the experience and it has plenty of inuendos.............gaffle.jets.towelhead.rubble.poppy-plant.pashtun! (just an exercise of mine nothing to do with you or your poem) 7/101
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| Re: Salt by <~> |
14-Aug-02/11:45 AM |
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morning z...the ending is a leaning crucifix of young sailors tormented by salt peter and morning wood wet dreams, plus the structure makes it go in lots of different directions..lots of stuff happening here...treasure chest tawny flesh, grandma lovers it!
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| Re: Let's praise the flesh peddler by horus8 |
14-Aug-02/12:55 AM |
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i guess..sleep well poetess.b
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| Re: Stray by Corey McHattan |
14-Aug-02/12:51 AM |
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bast agrees..8/10 prose are best horse radished and chewed well.
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| Re: silence of the sky by david |
14-Aug-02/12:49 AM |
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david who? just joshing..big strange comparisons make my head swim with sharks. i like humus though..7/10-
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| Re: Fly Paper by ObiWonKn |
14-Aug-02/12:42 AM |
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foggy shifty pity..neon halos read "late night mouse trap saves turn coat" i hate angels..they are mute 5/10
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| Re: Potential Tragedy by [mojo] |
14-Aug-02/12:40 AM |
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this wins the horus8 RIDDLE HE COULDN'T FIGURE OUT AWARD..wow..this is some heavy shit..or is light..is it salt water..mold..silver..a gun powder ingredient..black ice, fuck..you're going to drive me fucking nuts..WAKE UP TELL ME..please.....10/10 you're mojo could wake up morisson..
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| Re: My Heart's Not Built Like That by Owner of the Sky |
14-Aug-02/12:35 AM |
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cool name.unique style.three act play.you do own the sky. <this vote brought to you by datura the true potion of invisibility, recomended by shamans world round, and zipless the pants that control your bladder> i love this piece i will hang it on my wall..it wins the horus8 PRIZE FOR HOW TO DO IT RIGHT WITH YOUR LEFT award for late night readers..killere
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| Re: The Stranger from Mars by venusdemilo |
14-Aug-02/12:20 AM |
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the beautiful nomad has marked your humble abode i see..he is well..i'm glad you are too..goodnight. read stranger from a strange land. robert heinlen(probably mispelled last name) you'll love it. i know this feeling from both sides.... topple.henry.kissinger.doily. 7/10???
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| Re: Stop Staring by forestchild7 |
13-Aug-02/9:26 PM |
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yes...i agree..but they never have anything better to do. get em!e
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| Re: The Darkness of Eternity by forestchild7 |
13-Aug-02/9:11 PM |
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that's why they call it spring cleaning..p
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| Re: hurt by yOum|n |
13-Aug-02/9:09 PM |
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| Re: Nude Limbo by forestchild7 |
13-Aug-02/8:57 PM |
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the choices are limitless and mind-boggling indeedy..6/10 r
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| Re: Let's praise the flesh peddler by horus8 |
13-Aug-02/8:50 PM |
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evening z..i wish i could talk more, but people think i'm weird when i'm jacking around with my palm pilot at social functions..it's kinda like reading at a bus stop in east la. hazardous.this place is fucking LAME i'm outta here in twenty minutes unless that brunette is sophia coppolae
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| Re: NIGHTMILK SUNBLOOD by horus8 |
13-Aug-02/8:42 PM |
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listen..for the love of jesu'..i know i make alot of shit up, but i'm being on the level with you. the poem was inspired by that previously mentioned media clip (strip bar priest). it's all true. my grandma died (lung cancer). the kids were cutting pumpkins for halloween(my cousins) and i lived with my aunt in vegas for almost a year(i was on the lam for stealing a shipment of seventeen big screen tvs in Mi.) i am an honest story teller, a lying poet, but an honest story teller. i am not a richard farina, not yet. there is nothing wrong with this poem bastardette it's an honest day work.s
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| Re: Let's praise the flesh peddler by horus8 |
13-Aug-02/8:35 PM |
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sorry about that, it was just an old piece of shite laying around from the flood of 97,(it only rained in my mind. it rained crumple dollared bills and pills) so i decided to practice my sailor tongued phillapino in a basket spin. i don't know yet. i e-mailed it to my grandma (she still teaches kindergarten) to see what she thinks. She's a great editor. everyone go hug your grandmas now before it's to late. p.s i am undeserving, in my reallity you people don't exist, and i'm just talking to myself. like throwing a frisbee in the wind baby, which means it's all escapism, and if i offend anyone, your just a figment of my imagination anyway, so fuck me . Why don't i just go fuck myself. would that be okay? to bad i already puulled it out. close the partition limo driver, oh...and take your time... e
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| Re: The Sea by Tarquin De La Bog |
13-Aug-02/6:19 PM |
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Island folk love their drift wood, and seed floats. i wish it were longer and stronger. i like the (stuff) though. long live the queen and the beasts from the bog! welcome...lovely name.
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| Re: Song of departure by kawakurdi |
13-Aug-02/3:40 PM |
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take me back to the treehouse, the can phone, friui picked lunches, and four seasons distinctive..the phone rings in the house..i know it's not for me..eight year olds don't get phone calls yet..they are still free to day dream..lucky, and brimming with summer warmed stories. beautifull texture and powerful sentencing 8/10.
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