on Love by simone_girard
20 May 2003, 3:30 PM
Do.
on the inner flame by crwncka1
23 May 2003, 7:45 PM
But do you have doves nesting in your bat cave?
on Symbol Of Love by simone_girard
20 May 2003, 3:33 PM
Now, for you... Sterilization, enjoy the tied tubes while I ass fuck tynesha.
on The Film Epic That Is Blacula by razorgrin
20 May 2003, 3:08 PM
Sick! I love that movie. Wow, riveting, truly.
Here's my haiku on it.
Tell Mister Jim Crowe,
"That motherfucker dies first"
Afro fang power!
Here's my haiku on it.
Tell Mister Jim Crowe,
"That motherfucker dies first"
Afro fang power!
on some deleted poem
20 May 2003, 3:11 PM
Revolutions are not predictable, but your poetry is.
on Make a wish by thepinkbunnyofdoom
20 May 2003, 3:12 PM
Angels and dinosaurs.
on Activating your Infinity by horus8
20 May 2003, 3:19 PM
Frogger, wow horus8, it seems the better you are at writing on this site, the more people avoid voting. Do you think they've read Castaneda's last book "The active side of Infinity?" Do you think they read. Do you fucking care? I hope not, because, now a days it's all about puff diddys nigerosity and apparently pint sized publicists.
on The Order Of Things by Mr Pig
20 May 2003, 3:24 PM
Yes.
"carcase."? carcass.
"carcase."? carcass.
on My girl by simone_girard
20 May 2003, 3:27 PM
Cunt, shit I meant count, sorry, the lines, that is. 14 or 16 hmmmm does it matter with a sonnet. Does it matter to Tynesha, Quintiffa, boogliduscha, shinanae, lickueesha? The world may never know, but I will.
on on missing the bus by Bill Z Bub
20 May 2003, 3:37 PM
Dude I'll have you know I am to Billy Crudup what modeling is to dark angel. lol. here's at-ten-tion.
on I hope not by colndodg
16 May 2003, 10:02 AM
It's proper name is
Tab.
Tab.
on some deleted poem
16 May 2003, 10:04 AM
Your bridge? Well, let's just say... Impressive, to put it mildly.
on some deleted poem
16 May 2003, 11:19 AM
Yeah, thanks Miggy for being so honest with me? If it wasn't for friends like you I just might wake up and smell the gangrene in my legs, thanks, your my best friend.
I think the both of you either live in a parallel universe of reversed standards, or perhaps this is some game you play called 'dumbing down for monkey biscuits', either way, it's very disconcerting, because, what if you are purposely writing this dreadfully as some sort of inside joke? Good god man, get out of your parent's basement, quit playing chess on your computer, socialize, fuck, the only way this shit would fly, is out of my window on the freeway. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you so far gone that you can't tell shit from brass man? It's writer/cashiers, writer/landscapers, writer/busboys, as you, that make me happy to be a writer/cocksucker, <you know?> I mean, for fuck's sake man? What are you thinking? I demand you go read some 'top 40' lyrics immediately, to help shed some light on this most dire of situations. Your writing makes me fucking bang my head against my mouse, and say out loud "WHY! WHY! WHY! HOW! WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK, chee cho hookie fo mo dough?" Am I on hidden camera?. Have you no distinction between what you are doing and what writers do? I demand you fucking pinch yourself and stop this nonsense.
I think the both of you either live in a parallel universe of reversed standards, or perhaps this is some game you play called 'dumbing down for monkey biscuits', either way, it's very disconcerting, because, what if you are purposely writing this dreadfully as some sort of inside joke? Good god man, get out of your parent's basement, quit playing chess on your computer, socialize, fuck, the only way this shit would fly, is out of my window on the freeway. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you so far gone that you can't tell shit from brass man? It's writer/cashiers, writer/landscapers, writer/busboys, as you, that make me happy to be a writer/cocksucker, <you know?> I mean, for fuck's sake man? What are you thinking? I demand you go read some 'top 40' lyrics immediately, to help shed some light on this most dire of situations. Your writing makes me fucking bang my head against my mouse, and say out loud "WHY! WHY! WHY! HOW! WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK, chee cho hookie fo mo dough?" Am I on hidden camera?. Have you no distinction between what you are doing and what writers do? I demand you fucking pinch yourself and stop this nonsense.
on some deleted poem
16 May 2003, 11:37 AM
Yes, good, very good, a nocturnavore fluffer. Very rare.
on On A Cliff by colndodg
16 May 2003, 1:17 PM
That's a twist.
on Why Are We Here? by beakism
16 May 2003, 10:12 AM
We are here to test your beak to forehead ratio upon different modes of transportation. That, and to kill shit. Didn't you hear? Last night I bent a plastic spoon with a cricket powered shoehorn at ten paces from the hip. So, you're to late.
on some deleted poem
16 May 2003, 9:55 AM
No, but damn good
on some deleted poem
16 May 2003, 10:01 AM
Great! Kaboom. Fodder, and duck butter all over my fucking breakfast roll.
on some deleted poem
16 May 2003, 10:58 AM
Your parents should be sterilized and dropped off at the nearest Christian science center for allowing you to be this incredibly retarded. you on the other hand have a future in politics, or forklift operating.
on Dear Lord by simone_girard
20 May 2003, 3:34 PM
A bag of puppies on the freeway.