on goodbye? by windlessbreez
27 Oct 2003, 7:42 PM
Shit, you couldn't think of a good poem neither.
on Devil, BEWARE!!! by gay
27 Oct 2003, 7:12 PM
on Breasts by Stephen Robins
24 Oct 2003, 8:08 AM
Yeah, face cancer will do that.
on You must enter a title for your poem about lebsians! by OnTheOtherHand
18 Oct 2003, 7:32 PM
Grammar check please.
on Dunce in a Sack by ?-Dave_Mysterious-?
18 Oct 2003, 7:22 PM
A shag with a rusty spoon.
replying on September 11, 2001: That Day by blues361
18 Oct 2003, 7:03 PM
Almost.
replying on September 11, 2001: That Day by blues361
18 Oct 2003, 7:02 PM
Like the time you and billy thumbs weighed the paper weight in the mop closet? Or the time you and silly sarah wedged that fire extinguisher into her good nostril in the break center.
replying on Metaphysical Poets by Bachus
18 Oct 2003, 6:58 PM
Then it's done it's meaty work.
on Artificial Reality by PK
18 Oct 2003, 6:39 PM
Ha ha ha! Okay. Lord, one can dream cream but not scream seamone.
on Reclusion Il Drimaticus by Yatasuma
18 Oct 2003, 4:27 PM
Yes, to be gang raped by the clergy is always memoriable.
on September 11, 2001: That Day by blues361
18 Oct 2003, 3:57 PM
You should read this open mic one night in Hiroshima dressed up in a wetsuit with flippers and a bucket of sardines.
"The U.S. staying stong
That Day"
YES! I agree one hundred percent
in fact "staying stong" was the last
thing my japanese baby said to me that fateful day, bleu... May I call you bleu? Thank you, where was I? Ah yes... Right before my little Jung Kao Pao was toasted along with my arms to a slight off brown sausages in an breeze of atomic radioactive scorching poison. Microwaved, if you will. That's why, my friend, I will give you the 10 you've been yearning for. Though it will make you think it's a big fat Zero? Trust me my friend. It's lying. It's a ten and it knows it.
"The U.S. staying stong
That Day"
YES! I agree one hundred percent
in fact "staying stong" was the last
thing my japanese baby said to me that fateful day, bleu... May I call you bleu? Thank you, where was I? Ah yes... Right before my little Jung Kao Pao was toasted along with my arms to a slight off brown sausages in an breeze of atomic radioactive scorching poison. Microwaved, if you will. That's why, my friend, I will give you the 10 you've been yearning for. Though it will make you think it's a big fat Zero? Trust me my friend. It's lying. It's a ten and it knows it.
replying on October 21st by calliope
16 Oct 2003, 5:39 PM
No, like in tupperware.
replying on Faggots get what they deserve! by J.B. Manning
16 Oct 2003, 5:37 PM
Maybe learn how to express an opinion worth expressing? Like how to make toast without face raping your children and pets.
replying on The Ren (The magic in naming) by Bachus
16 Oct 2003, 5:34 PM
It's Egyptian not nickolodean.
replying on The Ren (The magic in naming) by Bachus
16 Oct 2003, 5:33 PM
Having emerged from your mother's anus feet first? I can see why you dislike me and gay people.
on twelve years of public school in one dream by calliope
16 Oct 2003, 4:06 PM
WEll, so you don't like cigarettes? poopy doppy do.
replying on Bus Fare Home by peaceseeker
16 Oct 2003, 3:52 PM
Because, when he is attached to his evacuation harness. the weight he loses from his face causes it to shimy around like a lose helmet on a lose cheerleader on a lose muddy feild somewhere in the crux of a lose culture... Watching, out for monday night futbowels.
replying on Under Blood Oak by horus8
16 Oct 2003, 3:37 PM
I write more than one name allows.
Thinking of you John.