on The Messenger (The Unreplaceable And Greatly Missed Mr. Mercury) by anagram
17 Aug 2002, 6:26 AM
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round!
on recent submissions by <~>
16 Aug 2002, 4:13 PM
Earth talker is rent! That's pretty funny.
on some deleted poem
16 Aug 2002, 9:23 AM
Do you think god will help me find you, so that I might show to you the book of psalms. After we read a little king David I could disenbowel you with a blunt lawn chair. Perhaps duct tape your pen hand to the back of the 'Stryper rules' grey tour bus. Thank you.
on some deleted poem
16 Aug 2002, 7:53 AM
Sniper happens to be the hottest play station two fad in Japan next to bleaching one's hair and Brad Pitting the pinata.
on some deleted poem
17 Aug 2002, 6:16 AM
Seven tens..Well sir, if that's the case I demand a recount. Hows that umbilical cord taste. Great. Glad to see your coming up fast. Enjoy the #1 seat.
on A Geisha's Burlesque~Aforethought! by Bachus
16 Aug 2002, 3:57 PM
Yes, you do write poetry my tornadic friend. I am intimidated and wringing my fists in the air because you gave mother a 0, no, no that just wont do. I thought we connected. I was hoping that we could accumilate hay together and maybe milk a cow? Whatayah say...Nay? Parfiet? Okay. Prepare for the vultures your time is near I fear
on Exquisite Explosion by Venus
16 Aug 2002, 4:16 PM
Oh shite. Now I'm really splitting in two. Hah! LOL! Odoylum's jewels!
on Petrified Perfection by teenangstbrigade
16 Aug 2002, 10:21 AM
Don't dive Mr. Luganus, for fear of contaminating the pool! But alas, ye snickers bar is unsinkable!
on some deleted poem
16 Aug 2002, 8:01 AM
Let' all hale Dale. Whiplash is cool and has been known to pack one's stool.
on Bloody cow by ==Doylum
16 Aug 2002, 8:08 AM
I met her on the monday morn/she made me watch her mother's porn/She wishes that we'll always spoon/To fascist yodeling and the blue of noon.
on Bloody cow by ==Doylum
16 Aug 2002, 8:30 AM
I met her on the monday morn/Soaked in fear I must forlorn/I want to only sketch her jugs/And Persian roll her knee burnt rugs.
on This Is Just to Say by waltfreakinwhitman
16 Aug 2002, 8:38 AM
I have licked to stick your mother's ice boxed douche. You were probably hoping that I would eat your steak chilitos instead, but alas. For my next trick I will brick the chili and ride mother unwarrented until Summer's eve sponsors my sleeve.
on Bloody cow by ==Doylum
16 Aug 2002, 8:47 AM
I met her on the monday morn/Bob was there his anus torn/Speak up Bob our friends are here/L. Ron Hubbard says you're clear.
on Unfinished by Blake
16 Aug 2002, 8:58 AM
You were more relevant alive. Or were you? Nay. Nay. I scraped your poem onto the curb, but still I reek in such a way like mother's broiled cunt filet.
on Sonnet Conceived While Standing by Blake
16 Aug 2002, 9:13 AM
With striving vigor I came inside.
But, alas a snore was her reply!
How dare your wench be so wide!
I rubbered my fist for one last try.
But, alas a snore was her reply!
How dare your wench be so wide!
I rubbered my fist for one last try.
on A Geisha's Burlesque~Aforethought! by Bachus
16 Aug 2002, 10:02 AM
Does this mean that you're turning down my cover story on the life of a poet who knows it, but keeps on slammin because he was ' born to be a poet'? I was thinking for contrast we could also talk about why you're moonlighting as a Carl's jr. fry station operator, and what your first encounter with the back of a horse was like sporting milk crate shoes and a flash light. What do you think? I'm thinking front page. Let me know
on some deleted poem
15 Aug 2002, 6:23 PM
This bug broke my windshield wipers. I hope it's love honey. Cuz I'm gonna have to tooth-pick an eye, and tie a five pound weight to the end of my cock, and swing in front of mother. To erase. To forget. Mother's calling. I'm so embare-assed. I love you too! I LOVE YOU !TOO!
on A Geisha's Burlesque~Aforethought! by Bachus
15 Aug 2002, 6:40 PM
Oh. Come now. Jesu' is here. We have red wine. I am a traitor, with taste and the paper. You have your shape poems I have my "Tribunal". I am open for interviews, but not until after 9:30, mother needs her enima, and saline. I bid you good evening!
on Sunday night is Curry night by ==Doylum
15 Aug 2002, 6:16 PM
I go to 7-Eleven for dinner too. Cohort.