on Painters by ==Doylum
16 Aug 2002, 1:08 PM
Your my favourite work of art. you make me smile in my heart, bring me more words, more of your chaterings i miss you come back
on The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me by ==Doylum
17 Aug 2002, 10:11 PM
no no he's swimming free through cistercian pond.
on The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me by ==Doylum
17 Aug 2002, 10:21 PM
thank you for you amusing stories of donkeys and what was that? paved path ways? Its like someone tickled my little marshmellow and i suddenly saw the light, it blinded, it was brilliant, now i dread to open my eyes for its mightyness fills the screen. Oh no its just the pro. strumming his strings again.
on The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me by ==Doylum
17 Aug 2002, 10:22 PM
ye i think so
on recent submissions by <~>
16 Aug 2002, 4:25 PM
bachus runs over to his favorite gymnasium for his daily dose of rent. He doesn't know he does it man he's crazy, the man one crazy mother he splits you up so bad not even the plumes of goo he milks from his rent will stick you back together.
on The plains of Africa by horus8
16 Aug 2002, 4:02 PM
Yeah i'll send you an address when i find a suitable one. What ye gonna send me, will it alter my mind? My family decline the opportunity to sample your goods they have their own god. Yours gleefully awaiting presents nick nack paddy wack give the dog a kick....
on Crossspecies Blues by ==Doylum
16 Aug 2002, 1:37 PM
horus8 you not only hummble me with your sage words, you wet my knickers with delight at you sheer capacity for wonderous thought, had i not encountered a being like you my life would have failed long ago, if but one of us can bask in the glory of an unknown band then i for 1 am all for it. More power to your mighty thrusts of wordsmithery.
on The plains of Africa by horus8
16 Aug 2002, 1:54 PM
when is the next cake (what a wonderful name) album out, i do hope its as finely crafted as the gagbox no its not a joke really its not. so many instruments so little time, yet you do seem to concentrate on one instrument in particular.
auld clootie builds you all up to a maginficent point, which he makes ever so well, with little to no conceit like the deity he is he give quite selflessly, jesus fuck have i been reading this right, no says he you are the shite below my well shod grisel my purple clingons are more sentient than you, i shall mail you some forthwith so that you may share in my supremity
your were handel-ing it so well auld then it all burst out like wasteage from a well feed dog. I am a good of the modern arts, come dance and play and rolick at my feet, my friends are super my life is twisted, experience of which you may only dream. I liked you better before when everything had a place and a newspaper to fit it.
Ah a good one, curse ye gods for making me this way. I don't mind telling you i had hoped for something as awful as The poet, but thenyou wrote this and i had to grudgingly give you 6 of the best, beat and bash and maime and hurt.... its alright i've taken another pill doctor says i'll forget about her, knives, shovel, rake, howl sob snivel, given time.
on some deleted poem
16 Aug 2002, 12:32 PM
i'm sorry that you feel i flail inside you auld clootie I ment to be gentle, but then you keep on moving around so.
on The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me by ==Doylum
17 Aug 2002, 10:00 PM
I had to delete a masterpiece of the juvenile to put this up. I hope your happy.
on some deleted poem
16 Aug 2002, 12:51 PM
my smell is that of a well exercized armpit, mixed with the shit in the back yard, all of which is most enticing i'm sure you've already found.