| Re: Ah! That Love Would'st Lead Me by EggbertShootsFire |
29-Jul-02/7:37 PM |
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Eggy poo.. friends with Blake aye..figures..i bet you guys hang out at B daltons and read whitman and frost until your little pee pee's get all overwraught with pubescent tension. you were made for eachother "ah that love would lead" me to impale myself upon the "writhing flower". "pierced me through". fucking "shameless tears", "but alas". i nodded out sixteen times during this pile of "witty" scrutum fungus. fell into my candle at my desk, and have burned off half my hair. i am a mason.i have brothers. we know were you guys hide the gerbals. the hoof is waiting. you fail.
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| Re: I Hate You by mytenderrage |
29-Jul-02/6:50 PM |
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he controls the flow of beak in and out of this country. but that is neither here nor there. beak is everywhere. 'hoof' on the other hand is great for smegma burns, if you want formula press F8 then duck. hold on. it gets bumpy???
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| Re: My days work by lucky_cmc |
29-Jul-02/6:44 PM |
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your journal is in the second hand drawer on the left of your bed under the big jugs magazine and corn-nuts. could you please keep it out of my field of vision lest i be forced to apply my tongue like a canabalistic blind pigmy, head hunting little daydreamers to lick and read their acne scarred faces with my brail detecting tongue (my retard lashing flagella) i know where the short bus picks you up, and i have a highly accurate blowgun. beware of shifting bambo. and the hard blow.p
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| Re: Numbless by OneFingerAnswer |
29-Jul-02/6:26 PM |
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Professor Bird, you have your finger on the pulse of the sasquatch. what now...s
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| Re: Have you ever heard of William Carlost Williams 24 by notule |
29-Jul-02/5:59 PM |
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You'; cahn't wr'ite' fo[r shi.te. then again who can? the 'hoof' has pointed you must 658757869 as soon as possible'
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| Re: I Hate You by mytenderrage |
29-Jul-02/5:38 PM |
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i had to go back and read this again..i'm sorry, but do i know you???
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| Re: Death and the Non-Scanning Poem by tooniron |
29-Jul-02/5:34 PM |
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were you in the philidelphia brig too. 1992 tranport, next brig Norfolk. woodshop and softball was our life. god bless the guy(EM1 jason conners, an admirals son. he was in love with a female prisoner at the end of the hall. she was his roxanne, i the whisperer in his ear) who could beat out the star spangled banner with his head on the wall in the cell next to me. kept me in time with the silence
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| Re: Perfect by mytenderrage |
29-Jul-02/5:26 PM |
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the sharks have come to smell your work. they have left nothing for me, but a raven crushed stain upon the road 18 mls. south of davenport, your beak is bent and pointing south east. follow. follow the 'hoof' its shape is right(write)o
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| Re: So Cold by mytenderrage |
29-Jul-02/4:47 PM |
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Jesus christ razora you're beating a dead cat let off i think i want to keep the liver, but if you keep twisting her like that she'll be useless to me for "hemoglobin tea" (excellent remedy for herpes and mooseknuckle drip)
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| Re: I Hate You by mytenderrage |
29-Jul-02/4:41 PM |
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Actually. he does (d.a). bored w/real job probably got left a little money by an underappreciated genius uncle who liked to squander cash in turkish opium dens. But good lord sweetheart develop an area of your mind for ridiculous feedback. no BFD right. you'll be okay. try a cucumber avacado face mask & oatmeal. touch of lemon juice for the hair, go outside get some sun..and vualla. relish. s
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| Re: I Hate You by mytenderrage |
29-Jul-02/4:08 PM |
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now that was worth the build up. d.a. you have summed the sum. ur still an asl but with a monumental point.beak on bachus.beak on
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| Re: Eleemosynary for the undeserving but forward foreigner by ErgoErgun |
29-Jul-02/4:00 PM |
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What's this i see. dual chemistry. in two places at once. i put a piece of rye bread in my cupboard at the age of twelve. week later scraped the mold. made lsd. mold is ergot. parasite. st.anthony's fire. grows on rye during humid and hot springs and autumns. causes gangrene and loss of various body parts if not treated properly after fatal ingestion. you are fatal. but you will pass. they all pass.
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| Re: Seasonal Memories by ErgoErgun |
29-Jul-02/3:50 PM |
cannot get enough of this. i want more. while i'm still tied off.
deservingly so #1.....i spooge on hoof. buenos tardes amigow
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| Re: Jericho by goldfish |
29-Jul-02/3:46 PM |
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thank god this heap of steaming crocodile shit has been tossed out of number one. it's Virgilw/out the virgin. que lastima pinche
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| Re: In my weakest hour, I find my true strength by Rainbow_chaser |
29-Jul-02/3:34 PM |
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The pot holes get deeper after eachwinter. can't wait for the county to fix them? get bigger tires. ignore
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| Re: A Voice Found by Blake |
29-Jul-02/2:30 PM |
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My "rippling form"? my..my.. you are a poettie. bravo. ripple on. maybe perchance Yeats and Keats with ripple with you. never. you still fail.flush. you are not hoof, beware.
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| Re: Untitled by ErgoErgun |
29-Jul-02/2:18 PM |
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next time. we'll go together. with straws and hyacinth maccaws. beat them at there own game.
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| Re: Note 2 Myself by Jigg |
29-Jul-02/2:15 PM |
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you in all actualitty should avoid drugs at all costs p.s keep the dog. you might need a friend later on in life
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| Re: Advice Given On Drama by Blake |
29-Jul-02/1:05 PM |
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unfortunately, there truly is no hope for this, you, or apparently anyone remotely associated with you. this is not only the most yawning fucking train wreck i've ever stared at for too long, and even if you added an exclamation point to every line in it..still..nothing..i give you wet corn-nuts and the midget with the boomerange for "your prize" enjoy. you've just earned the horus8 "vile style in pompous denial" award of the day.You do worse then "Fail". You Kale.
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| Re: Birth in the Valley of Liquor by horus8 |
29-Jul-02/12:55 PM |
Hey blake, your past incarnation was weak minus beak, and this one.. well..let's just say that your "moose knuckle" is tiny and shaped like your drunk uncle Chester at thankgiving dinner (remember the one that liked you to play on his knee, you know the one that taught you
<falsetto> poetry)
sorry have to move on to more rewarding experiences this morning then heckling tadpoles. ta ta Dikl trklu
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