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Your word's hurt, only you.
Ornella Muti
"I have the white-blue eye of my Gallic
ancestors, their narrow skull and their
clumsiness in fighting. I find my clothes
as barbarous as theirs. Only I don't
butter my hair"
A quote by Arthur Rimbaud from
"a season in hell & The drunken boat"
20-Feb-03, 06:05 PM
I heard you didn't get the commercial. Sorry.
My friend got it. Ooops you did it again.
Liars make bad actors. Get it?
Bad karma.
What did I tell you?
I am sorry you're projecting your anger towards me.
It's not my fault you impregnated the ugliest girl
in the land of beautiful people. Sorry. Ohh..
she's dumb too... Yes, you did say you didn't love her.
And you were over at my place less
than a month ago wishing she would pack her shit and
move to Texas. And weren't you trying to impregnate me?
Yes. You are such a liar.
What kind of world do you live in?
You are a dillusional piece of shit.
You're nothing. Worthless.
Whore. By the way I am quite secure with my sexuality.
But obviously you are not hence you feel the need to
fuck men. I value intimacy. Get it?
No, you don't. You impregnate a dumb,
ugly runaway...you fuck any girl with a pussy
and any guy with a dick.
You're pathetic, truly.
You keep saying you hate being alive,
so why don't you do this world a favor and go shoot
up some heroin...please.
Spare us from the devil.
You take innocents and break them.
You're filthy, dirty human being.
I hate you more than you could possibly ever imagine.
Go and pretend you are this great charismatic...
good looking snake...
because people are stupid.
Nobody sees through your pathetic tricks. Liar.
Faggot. Sick mutilated bastard.
Thanks for the poem.
By the way my social life is just peachy...
and yes, I had lunch with the President of Virging Records...Ray Lott...yeah Psycho like me.
Faggot. Oh yeah..and I have a job in the music
industry. Stupid Faggot. Don't ever call me. Ever.
You hear that. Ciao lover.
Editor's note:
How you sleep at night only god must know.
Your word's polish off your delusions nicely.
i see you with binoculars and binaca going
through that star's trailor in your own mind,
but alas, nobody's home. The sad thing is
i almost feel sorry for you, but not quite.
Also; please refrain from calling me your
lover. That is an impossible assumption
and giving credit where none is do.
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The power of your words losing their virginity and turning into the inevitable sign that says 'no vacancy'.
I love macs.
20-Feb-03, 07:00 PM
From the picture you send me of Nadine, looks like she is the only one shopping at K Mart...and please do something with her hair and her face...haha....
Someone who always judges people on the way they look and look at who you are with... YOu are a fucking joke.
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:23 PM
Why oh lord when i'm on 'vail' (a term thast jesus is not familiar with) don't they love me too. is it my future wife's mullet... is it my kmart shopping
sprees.. i fear it's the jokes i tell lord...the unfunny ones about my evil ways with the brown holes and not the off pink ones. it must be my judging of
judges who are judging judge judy. perhaps it's the last pudding container in my vegetable crisper. oh lord fill my love seat (tight tan ass) with the
holiest of spirits and bring salve, please.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 07:10 PM
You're a liar. Why did you tell me you got a commercial? What's the point of lying to me? So you look cool. Please, once again, quite pathetic. I know
you're dirt poor. Looking at your wife's mullet it's self evident. So when are you gonna suck some dick? Let me know. I can refer you to some wealthy
gay men. I'll collect 10%. Ciao bisexlual lover.
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:17 PM
Why oh lord must i get the big pay back...
is not my homosexuality and blatant drug addictions and life of nomadic instability without parents not enough?...oh lord, must i be swallowed by
herman Melvilles fat assed wicked step daughter's fish too...will they come and remove my microwave and juicer sweet lordy... do they know that last
week i came close to getting three commercials just like the week before that and the week before that? why was i a bad boy sweet jesus.? why did i
feed the stray mutt? i would repent, but i'm in to much pain too... notice how hard it is for me to even write my thoughts...lord when you made me the
evil one why did you not tell me that i would be getting the big rock hard drug coated pay backs, oh lovely god... was it the beauty of my tight
buns...the whiteness of my dense perfect smirk...i want you to know lordy..nothing has changed here? in fact i'm getting ten extra channels on tv and
my mail is delivered dry and not wet, my hamock is even swinging slower but i know that the pain is there somewhere...with my missing furniture..the
pain is in my lonely...loveseat. it has been laid on while i was...sleeping, now my chairs stained and just a mess,
and i feel a tear a brewing. my peccavi's were selfish, just like yours sweet jesu. i fear my loveseat is now ruinedu
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 07:33 PM
I hate you more than anything, and I fucking don't want to talk to you anymore. But I am sure you can discuss metaphysics with Nadine. Don't forget to
think of me whne you make love to her (like you used to say) Farewell lover, TR
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:46 PM
I have never discussed metaphysics with you or her. why would that interest me? a hamster can't be taught to think like a bird. they do not sing...they
run in wheels. i hope your farewell is excrusciatingly pleasant, and you would of course be the last person i thought of while making love. even settle
dressed up like my mother would cross my mind before that would (use to say? by the way...Nadines not from Texas (lol), can you imagine how long
me and her laughed at your message the other day (where did you get texas? we don't even know anyone in texas, she's from e. la, genius..we both
just looked at eachother and then laughed for hours i actually have to thank you...we are closer now)...
i have told her everything. today, i even auditioned for miller geniune draft...i've always thought of myself as more of a miller guy anyway. So... that
all said. Game over. you lose. Really there were no winners or losers just a soiled loveseat and an eviction notice.
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:48 PM
And just like that life goes on, and yes tanya getting over you was as easy as getting on top of you. farewell.
April-August 1873
Arthur Rimbaud aka. horus8.
And god spoke life into things that he had gethered together from what he had around him, and with the poetry of his words he made a man, and from the poetic dance of the bent bone from adam's chest came Eve.
her poetry was stolen and not magic, but the words of beasts.
horus8 Feb 2003 in the form of a sea nile russian witch.
I want to say that you make sense.
But i can only dwell upon the fact that "thank god i never slept with you." imagine that, what a relief
User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.".
Their comment was:
Yes, farewell. You got on top but you didn't get in. Haha. Satan can't come in. Ciao. Go fuck Joel
now maybe he'll throw another $9k in your face. And maybe Nadine wouldn't have to work at Boston Market.
Yes, she would she doesn't even have a high school diploma. But hey she could hand tissue at any club
in LA. I hear that pays minimum wage.
You can view the poem and its comments here:
User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.".
Their comment was:
I am sure I'd be the last person...that's why you kept coming back to me. You talk shit and you come
back. Yes, physical attraction does wonders. I know she is from LA. She told me the first time we
spoke. YOu said Texas. Yes, you said I wish she would pack her shit and just take off somewhere far
like Texas (you said that) Yes you did. But you are a liar, so whatever. Do you really think I give a
fuck that you want to marry an ugly, un educated bitch? That's your choice. Haha. Sorry. Could've had
Michelle. And look at what you ended up with....hahaha. Seriously, go do some drugs...and od..please.
You are without a soul, or capacity to care for anyone but yourself. Bitch. See you in the grave.
It's hard to imagine that a college education has gotten you this far. Children in trailer parks around the world atleast have that as hope
Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:03 PM
Pop tart, you interrupted my dinner. Shame on you. Bent over. I erased the comments, for your sake. Faggot. So when are you gonna call me? That's right,
some random day at fucknig 2 o'clock in the morning. "I'm so sorry...I am a fucked up can't you see...can I come over" You're pathetic. Haha. I think I'll
change my cell just in case...haha. Fag. By the way getting on top of me took alot of effort... Getting over me please. Like I'm getting over you. I think I
am going to go puke now. I'm sick, sick to know that people like you exist...like I said go od on some heroin and do the world a favor. Thanks. Please
don't reply. Nobody gives a fuck. Besides Bachus, Shardik, Mr. Pig, Baba Yaga and Horus8.....hahaha...look at your fucking social skills yeah you and
your little friends. Sad bastard. Care for a tablespoon of Pinjur? NO, because you're a dumb fuck and don't know what it is. Ciao lover.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:14 PM
Next time you have the urge to call a complete stranger at 2:40 am in the morning, think again. You entered my sphere of existence.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:28 PM
don't be dramatic. you know i have strong feelings for you. can you be mature for like a millisecond? i said i need two weeks to think things over not
forever. (ha ha remember sending me this) or
i wanted to talk to you bad...blah..blah..blah...believe me i felt like an idiot. miss you. love, jbh yeah. hmmmm...or perhaps you recall
"I can't sleep when you're next to me, you get me so excited...you do something to me...I feel this pull" yeah. end of story. ciao gay lover
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:35 PM
I can only take so much talking to a retard of the highest degree--you. You are wackier than Wacko Jacko. Your never ending negative energy makes me
agitated, I need to go have a drink now. And tomorrow I'll be at work, so don't be trying to call me in the middle of the night. Got it lolipop? Good. Sleep
tight, my Moo Gai Pai lover.
If i could say i was sorry i would not. if their was a hell. then when we get there i'll be the cute one in the corner carving you out of used soap.
It was during the trial run that Beeflington accidentally spilled some very important fluid on the Jeffries Holster. In my panic I attempted to dive into the Holster and rescue it, but I miscalculated and landed on the primary graviton handle!!!!1
As for what happened next, I shan't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that Captain Undergarment's wife was sent to bed for a week with acute cheek lacerations! In conclusion, I suggest you clamber back onto the handle at once.
Could you be a bit more imaginative, how about fiji, or an investment banker from sweden? Who cares? apperantly she does... lest why she keep coming back to a party where she's being mocked even by her own words... this gets more disturbing by the moment. I'm excited to see what happens next. I don't think i have enough space to store all of these comments about how, apparently, she is not a phsychotic stalker in the making? Why even keep coming back? it must be sheer FUCKING momentum at this point in time. lol.
then i hung up on her, and that's when sylvia bravo went chookie chookie in the fruit salad. i mean you are totally neither here nor there anout it all and that's cool with me, but, just look at your user name for christ sake... how fucking reveiling is that? how symbolic is that? you put my last name on her first FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THEN all of a sudden poof, here she comes out of the wood work again... jesus, don't you see what doing shit like that does to this nutjobs already instabial head gear. good grief linus, i appreciate your appology, and below this is the email, so thanks again.s
cause i'd never want to make you change
for me.
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