on some deleted poem
30 Aug 2002, 7:36 AM
the last 4 lines ruin the poem. martyrdom does not suit you.
on Anna N. Smiths vagina monologue in Evangelistic tongues by horus8
30 Aug 2002, 1:22 PM
howzabout that audition? yeah or nay?
on Billy Bytack Forces His Children To Sell Jesus by horus8
30 Aug 2002, 7:51 PM
you give too much away, here. so sayeth i.
on Intense Irrational Realities by Venus
30 Aug 2002, 1:56 PM
de nada. glad i could help.
on some deleted poem
30 Aug 2002, 7:39 PM
what! you have sherry, and i am not invited? UNHAND me, sirrah!!!! and cease and desist your billets doux! without sgherry, they mean NOTHING!!!
on some deleted poem
30 Aug 2002, 7:48 PM
i am -good- at many things; there are certain endeavors at which i excel... je n'ai pas l'embarrasement de cette choises...
on Award shows make my cock hard, but you don't by Bachus
30 Aug 2002, 11:56 AM
h-congrats on the other stiff you got of late. i may or may not be around later--so many social engagements, so little time, but weel catch up soon, k?
give em a stiffie at the audition, just for me. z
give em a stiffie at the audition, just for me. z
i have to thank doylum for that inspiration. he was complaining about his bruised plums...and, not wanting to dwell on that thought, i asked myself, what else is plum? and the ever-loquacious mrs g helped me peel it down to where it is now. have you ever seen the sea, here in the east, h? especially in maine? so very different from your left coast wash.
on some deleted poem
30 Aug 2002, 7:57 PM
what are you tonight then, feathered fiend?
on Senses of Time by searching
30 Aug 2002, 6:43 AM
why did you delete my comment?
on Cancer Haikus by poetandknowit
30 Aug 2002, 6:49 AM
p&k, these are bare-bones beautiful.
on Anna N. Smiths vagina monologue in Evangelistic tongues by horus8
30 Aug 2002, 6:58 AM
sometimes, i fucking hate you because you make my brain hurt. sometimes i love you as the god your name belies, 'cause no one but a god could make me feel like this inside. mostly, i save you for late at night, when i'm all alone, the only one left awake, and i call you up, and savor your words, let them wash me with now-told worlds i didn't imagine, and drown in the light they shine in my eyes. churned up inside over the riddles and twists, it takes a late and lonely night to swallow these whole. fuck you h. fuck you and thanks. your bosomed buddy, z.
on Award shows make my cock hard, but you don't by Bachus
30 Aug 2002, 7:23 AM
my eyes bleed, watching awards shows. are you perhaps giving the command, make my cock hard, since the show itself is not work the electricity wasted on it? i'd rather be screwing than watching these, that's for damn sure. 7, for making me laugh, big finale.
on An Introduction by 1Sapphire1
30 Aug 2002, 7:27 AM
i want this to be something else. why on earth would i need a teddy bear? wisdom from fluff? sorry sapphire, i don't buy it. i'm almost willing to, but you don't convince me.
on Ionic Winter by david
30 Aug 2002, 7:49 AM
find yourself a summer girl, and let her aphrodesiac warm your heart, so that it never again worships at that cold temple
on take me back home again: by Sapphire
30 Aug 2002, 7:52 AM
yes. a true wish. ahhh.
on "The title is overused!" by vulcan
30 Aug 2002, 8:16 AM
this language suits you. this does not feel forced; it is easy to read, and i can tell you enjoyed writing it. more like this, please
on some deleted poem
29 Aug 2002, 1:47 PM
duh. typos: lonely, inspiration.