on All is Just a Crush by confuzdlilgirl
14 Aug 2003, 9:23 PM
L2 has nine beats instead of 10.
on Padre's Gumbo by SupremeDreamer
14 Aug 2003, 8:50 PM
Weird, if you ask me.
on Cycling to the Library by Nicholas Jones
14 Aug 2003, 8:33 PM
Have you seen that movie the Goonies? 10!
replying on The Neckbrace of Evil by Bachus
14 Aug 2003, 8:31 PM
No, no, no and nope, but you were very very close.
on Day Of Reckoning by Kitch
13 Aug 2003, 1:39 PM
It's good for you.
The well is dry.
Yet, buckets keep coming.
Falling into that blackhole.
Wishes & drowning shimmering coins.
Aged leaders weighing me down.
Distant circles of light.
But miry walls keep me trapped.
There was a ladder.
But I've long since hit bottom."
Thank you, I did an edit for you too. feel free to pick and choose from any components i've modifeid or introduced. I am very flattered as always, and am your friend.
Yet, buckets keep coming.
Falling into that blackhole.
Wishes & drowning shimmering coins.
Aged leaders weighing me down.
Distant circles of light.
But miry walls keep me trapped.
There was a ladder.
But I've long since hit bottom."
Thank you, I did an edit for you too. feel free to pick and choose from any components i've modifeid or introduced. I am very flattered as always, and am your friend.
on -=Dark_Angel=- RAP by poemwanker
10 Aug 2003, 2:10 AM
I will have you know I invented the wicky chicky wah, and deserve to be "". Thank you and good riddance.
Bagel (Lyric) by Mr. Rick
Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day
The sun is shining, brightly leading the payed
I breathe in the exhaust, and the air all around me
From out of nowhere you finally found me,
and we blow dryed together
Youâre an Bagel,
Sent from the promise land
Youâre an bagel,
Made by a Jew's rich hand
Youâre an bagel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me
I hear the oven incinerating yeast
I smell the scent of your egg, onion, and garlic
breaking as the breeze
The sound of your roundness calling from the ovens of yor
The way my lifeâs changed, itâs like you waved a magic smore
Youâre an Bagel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an Bagel,
Youâre so hot I need a glove
Youâre an Bagel,
How can I remove,
The way I feel about you now
Is pure like a white dove
You pick me up, I feel on top of Jerusalem
I want to shout from the top of the wailing wall, that youâre my sweetest bagel
halved and toasted
Loxed and boasted
More precious to me than diamonds and pearls
in Antwerp
And as the sun sets, and nite starts to call
The stars are shining, and I take you to the mall
Your hole reflecting, under a child's balloon
You should be my wife, with cream cheese on a spoon
Youâre an bagel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an bagel,
So hot I need a glove
Youâre an bagel,
How can this be,
That the way I feel about you now
Is only because I like to eat
And as I close my ovens, and fall gently into sleep
Each nite I pray to Jesu, that like me you're deep
And I thank Jews, for putting you in my mouth
All my dreams have come true, Like a rebel flag down south
Youâre an Bagel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an Bagel,
Youâre the one I love
Youâre an Bagel,
How can it really be,
That just one day without you
could rewrite some Jews history.
Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day
The sun is shining, brightly leading the payed
I breathe in the exhaust, and the air all around me
From out of nowhere you finally found me,
and we blow dryed together
Youâre an Bagel,
Sent from the promise land
Youâre an bagel,
Made by a Jew's rich hand
Youâre an bagel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me
I hear the oven incinerating yeast
I smell the scent of your egg, onion, and garlic
breaking as the breeze
The sound of your roundness calling from the ovens of yor
The way my lifeâs changed, itâs like you waved a magic smore
Youâre an Bagel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an Bagel,
Youâre so hot I need a glove
Youâre an Bagel,
How can I remove,
The way I feel about you now
Is pure like a white dove
You pick me up, I feel on top of Jerusalem
I want to shout from the top of the wailing wall, that youâre my sweetest bagel
halved and toasted
Loxed and boasted
More precious to me than diamonds and pearls
in Antwerp
And as the sun sets, and nite starts to call
The stars are shining, and I take you to the mall
Your hole reflecting, under a child's balloon
You should be my wife, with cream cheese on a spoon
Youâre an bagel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an bagel,
So hot I need a glove
Youâre an bagel,
How can this be,
That the way I feel about you now
Is only because I like to eat
And as I close my ovens, and fall gently into sleep
Each nite I pray to Jesu, that like me you're deep
And I thank Jews, for putting you in my mouth
All my dreams have come true, Like a rebel flag down south
Youâre an Bagel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an Bagel,
Youâre the one I love
Youâre an Bagel,
How can it really be,
That just one day without you
could rewrite some Jews history.
on blue lilac and I (edit) by richa
7 Aug 2003, 8:13 AM
Real real good.
replying on Inet. mag. editors R jealous red haired Jews, oh and I'm 29 by horus8
7 Aug 2003, 7:43 AM
No worrys, I made it all up anyway. My father was in prison most of my life and my Mother passed on while bringing me into this world, and simultaneously reading Voltaire's Candid.
on How I fuck Freud off in the shower by horus8
7 Aug 2003, 7:40 AM
Did we? At your house? I've never been good with sex really. Probably, the prostitution thing, all that guilt short circuiting my chakras.
replying on Inet. mag. editors R jealous red haired Jews, oh and I'm 29 by horus8
7 Aug 2003, 6:24 AM
Thanks mate, this past year has been pure poetry, and you've been right there with me. One day we'll smoke our pipes and recollect, the best years.
replying on Inet. mag. editors R jealous red haired Jews, oh and I'm 29 by horus8
7 Aug 2003, 6:21 AM
When I start living, I'm taking you on the town with me like Frank and Dino at the Sands.
replying on Inet. mag. editors R jealous red haired Jews, oh and I'm 29 by horus8
7 Aug 2003, 6:20 AM
Thank you, very kind words, although I'm old and ugly. Well, older, anyway.
replying on LIVE FROM CHEYENNE,WY. "The Forgeters!" by horus8
6 Aug 2003, 3:31 PM
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on Dream Boy by indiechic656
6 Aug 2003, 3:41 AM
Good clean pining sonnet.
replying on all american machine by nolan
6 Aug 2003, 2:21 AM
The last time I did that... It had one eye and a beard with a stinky incoherant mumble.
replying on all american machine by nolan
6 Aug 2003, 2:20 AM
What, four arabs with straight razors in a plane bound for buildings full of people wasn't massive enough for you? Stick around, you'll get your fucking weapons of mass destruction in one form or another, and then you'll be arguing some other lightless angle. Wake up, how many ways can you cook chicken? Well that's how many ways that we can get cooked by these rock a bye jehova witnesses minus the smiles and shower.
on Puerto Rican Tequila by Don-Quixote
6 Aug 2003, 2:03 AM
The last stanza fails to surmise the gist of your message. Perhaps, close with another observation on the drink that you're writing about.
on The Edge by princesszoe
4 Aug 2003, 4:30 PM
Could you go to Sea instead?