on some deleted poem
4 Aug 2002, 1:54 PM
See now that's why I fish. Well done
on Name Game by psychedelic
4 Aug 2002, 1:19 AM
Ouch. Girl. You know how to pickem'
on Formidable Adversary(for ErgoErgun) by wordherd
7 Aug 2002, 12:14 PM
This is unworthy of the ergot prophet. "Cannon Fodder" is best delivered cold. In a frosted mug with the name Saint Stephen sweating on it's side. You are no Saint, but I prepare the best helquin trash.
on some deleted poem
6 Aug 2002, 4:26 PM
Why not be a warlock, and just spell every single word wrong! Because your selection of mispelled words is revolting, and not worthy of any witches steaming cauldron let alone Raymond Buckley's "air dagger", and "rainbow wand" but together over the proper chalked symbols, reading from the Greater Key of Solomon.
on S by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
6 Aug 2002, 4:34 PM
You are the Mike tyson of the S world. Pound on! Pound on!
on Reality by ThoughtfulSoul
5 Aug 2002, 6:46 PM
A penny for your thoughts. I am "rude", "bitchy", and bloating on thoughtfulsouls,angels,whitmans,keats',b
on Sweetness by swift_enterprises
5 Aug 2002, 6:50 PM
Fuck yerself Mr. spock. Bones, analysis! Well Jim, all of the women on this planet seem to have three breasts, and hardly any STD's. Tell Chekov and Scotty to bring the tents and briquettes! I the name of Science, man!
on some deleted poem
5 Aug 2002, 6:55 PM
So, you're just gonna put the knives away, awe man....7 nice meter. Demeter. Nice copyright too, wouldn't want this luscious Jackson reproduced now would we.
on School girls lovely school girls by ==Doylum
5 Aug 2002, 7:13 PM
Fascinating. My sister wears cotton panties too. I like her. She makes me smile. You people make me cry. I want sister's panties. Maybe your panties too. could you skip home more to the left. So, I can touch you. Cuz I'm not right, But panties are good. Who really fucking is lacking so much attention in their sociopathic existences upon this talentless lackluster site of shite. That they would stoop to the vile sand-in-the-eye extent of writing lyrics pertaining to their twat-molder-holders. Wrenching. All true I hope? Well me for one! I choose to wear none! Yes tis true. Theyt'wereall ruined by poo
10, well how about a 5 for giving me blue balls. Guess which one I gave you. It's the same number of licks taken to achieve the middle of the tootsie-pop. Sop
10, well how about a 5 for giving me blue balls. Guess which one I gave you. It's the same number of licks taken to achieve the middle of the tootsie-pop. Sop
on some deleted poem
4 Aug 2002, 2:07 PM
Fuck yeah. Thats what I'm screaming "Ice-nine, Ice-nine" you fucking bearded ladys. Take your god damn dead head rainbow gathering shit and watch me "Ice-nine" yeah fuckers look at me, I don't give a fuck about you or her, or him, or it, or tit, or tat, or twat, or but, or your juicy little slice, your succulent little cut cunt, wearing your sisters aqua blue black laced panties. I can see you wetting through them. Your nipples lifting up that cashmere turtle neck. You strut like that half naked and panting over to me and since i'm sitting you lean that smouldering silk covered muff right upon my shoulder and bend to my ear and whisper "Ice-nine, Ice-nine" you little fucker. So you know what? I will. Right after lunch I'm gonna go "Ice-nine".
on some deleted poem
4 Aug 2002, 2:40 PM
Guys with big dicks never talk about big dicks. Guys with little dicks say, "no ones ever complained". But I am a hermaphrodite with a 2 by 4 and you have wasted a minute of my time. Also when people start commenting on the creative way that one punctuates his or her sentences that calls for toe hanging!-!
on some deleted poem
4 Aug 2002, 4:52 PM
What no obligato?
on some deleted poem
4 Aug 2002, 4:55 PM
This is the laxative my constipated mind was yearning for. It's a special poem built specifically for the little yellow bus. Enjoy sinners
on The Lady by -=??lilaznjen??=-
3 Aug 2002, 11:29 PM
No kidding. Well in that case.
There is the man. He is at an satanic alter. He is getting kinky. With a man named "poetry that leads to divorce". Beware Lady
There is the man. He is at an satanic alter. He is getting kinky. With a man named "poetry that leads to divorce". Beware Lady
73 10's, Jesus Christ. What are you some kind of Messiah, cuz I read the poem, and I'm a little dissapointed kind of like that time I was doing a photo shoot of Sue Ann, and we had her naked up there on the hood of the car and , and.. then we hit that bump and she went under the front right tire and crushed her tit all up under me fender..She broke three ribs, but the pisser was the silicone took a month to scrub off from under my fender, and it fucks with your chrome too. Plus she was a bit out of commission, you know sexually. She could still cook and clean. But I had to jerk off for about two weeks there. So, it reminded me of that kinda.
on some deleted poem
4 Aug 2002, 1:52 PM
It's like Pollack with no talent, no canvass, no creativity, no brush, no paint, no will, just four commas and 60 dashes. What no copyright for this priceless see through masterpiece.
on You Crossed My Mind by gregg333
5 Aug 2002, 7:38 PM
Oh. I thought maybe Gregg Brady? Troy Athens Football!
on some deleted poem
5 Aug 2002, 7:36 PM
Fucking Todd Browning's corpse again are we. Twenty five lashes and a good rimming for thee. Back in the maiden. Cone head.
on Sound of Snow Falling by Aidaho
6 Aug 2002, 4:30 PM
This snow is yellow and melting quickly.