Comments byhorus8, 761–780 back, including replies. Only comments on poems

replying on Unemployment Lining by Jeremi B. Handrinos 19 Sep 2003, 2:10 PM
Whicker and lichens, actually, w/pig tendon fasteners (dried, of course).
on KANGAROO WITH A DIDGERIDOO by Garrett S Sexton 18 Sep 2003, 1:39 PM
The poem just barely lived up to it's tit'e's potential, but Im a parrot. What do I know. 9.
replying on Upside down and tigers by horus8 18 Sep 2003, 12:36 PM
Maneaters, yes, a pair. Mother and son.
replying on Scorpion feet lucky rabbit by horus8 18 Sep 2003, 12:28 PM
It's a pancho from South America.
on Up for a game? by LuckyJoe 17 Sep 2003, 2:59 PM
C notes preferably
on An Illuminator by hobojo 17 Sep 2003, 2:45 PM
Faustiatious
Beautiful, GQTip Awarde
replying on Nicholas Martin's last great paper by Bachus 16 Sep 2003, 5:23 PM
Exactly, strange scenario, take one:

DA -- (mechanical hawkins impersonation) hello, my name
is concerned citizen #1 Did Settle die?

Dean of art school -- Yes, horribly, why would you like his pill bug collection and potato peeler.

DA -- No, just the rope and chair, oh, and his recipe for flaming angel souphlee.
on Mentor by <~> 16 Sep 2003, 5:03 PM
Well written and a good bite of juicy beef and gypsy caravan camp fire love. 10.
replying on Nicholas Martin's last great paper by Bachus 16 Sep 2003, 4:30 PM
I've done all the hallucinogenic drugs in existence on this planet, and have never woken up with anything up my ass. YOU obviously are emotionally flawed on an infantile level. Only monkies wake up with poo finger. I wake up with collapsing stars in my mouths and folding beds in the closets, but never richard Gered with a dash of depressed reeves...
replying on Evacuation harnessed angel Vs. The antichrist by Bachus 16 Sep 2003, 4:10 PM
telesamiticaly or figuratively? Symbolicaly, or projectively? Perhaps you're a dyslexic albino with a divinty complexion. And no cover up.
replying on Evacuation harnessed angel Vs. The antichrist by Bachus 16 Sep 2003, 4:08 PM
Yes, they're trying to monopolize.
replying on Upside down and tigers by horus8 16 Sep 2003, 4:02 PM
Vote, and maybe I'll show you.
on (e0)(af)(87e0) by nentwined 16 Sep 2003, 3:48 PM
A football on fire with fur.
on sitting at the cliff's edge by nentwined 16 Sep 2003, 3:44 PM
rather enjoyable at the end and a bit before, starts out a bit slow, but pays off.
on playing the scratching game by nentwined 16 Sep 2003, 3:43 PM
Irony is often ironic.
replying on Nicholas Martin by horus8 14 Sep 2003, 10:07 PM
Perhaps, your under appreciated servant spiked your mineral oil with 'love', and you just can't feel it. get it, because your spinal chord is severed, and you are pissed at the wrong guy. try your past life or god karma boy.
replying on Nicholas Martin by horus8 14 Sep 2003, 10:02 PM
This reminds me of a conversation I once dreamed about.


fade in: Jeremi's head one night long ago...

Jeffrey Dahlmer - hey? are you going to eat that tongue?

Ed Gein -- no, but pass me my mother, she's under the patte.

Jeffrey Dahlmer - next week could you cook my gay frail nigger jew in olive oil and basil. I believe the corn oil that you've been using to fry with has been giving my scrotum a bit of a rash.

Ed Gein -- well, perhaps you should quit trying to stuff his femur up your ass?

And there you have it. I AM THE BLACK. FUCK YOUR KETTLE.
replying on Nicholas Martin by horus8 14 Sep 2003, 9:36 PM
What was last time? Impersonal? Bring it on.
replying on Nicholas Martin by horus8 14 Sep 2003, 9:34 PM
Ha, that's where you're wrong my friend. We are the same, but opposite. You are a learned English cripple chortling a full 35 hours a week to my twenty five on the ranker. While I'm a rogue American cripple. But you are physically challenged, while I am spiritually and mentally crippled. What we have in common is "in this frail life line of ours" in order to pull it all off with is the fiction underneath the truth, because, you know as well as I do they are the same before and after the deed is done. Money buys time. I love time. We both use our insatiable need for time and self mutilation via internet and other invisible worlds because, we 'just fucking can'. Period. Why not, I mean you have Mommy's money to burn you spoon fed ancient twat, and I have my cock earned green backs. We are both handicapped and escaping, daily, so drink a nice warm cup of piss and honey, lover, call the servant into finger bang the last hole on you still with a voice, and shut the fuck up.