| Re: a comment on Wreck of the Poor Anchor by Dovina |
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 206.228.170.86 |
19-Jan-07/12:23 PM |
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P.S. No harnesses were required for my relocation. It began with an elaborate system of ropes, pulleys, and two-way mirrors. After a great deal of shouting (and countless soilings), I was placed inside a crate. 3 weeks later I had run out of straw to eat. That was when I pulled back the drapes and shouted USA! USA! USA!
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| Re: a comment on Wreck of the Poor Anchor by Dovina |
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 206.228.170.86 |
19-Jan-07/12:08 PM |
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Owing to a clerical error, I have been temporarily moved to Nude York. And guess what: it was Indus Valley. I asked the waiter why he had put a monkey egg in the vindaloo, and he said "Don't you know monkeys are mammals?" I said "I know monkeys are animals. And animals lay eggs. That's why they have to live in nests. Humans don't lay eggs because they're not animals. They do produce eggs, though -- it's just that they hatch internally. Either way you fail."
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| Re: a comment on Wreck of the Poor Anchor by Dovina |
ecargo 167.219.88.140 |
19-Jan-07/11:57 AM |
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Hmmm . . . that's a long way to go, from the Manor, for chicken vindaloo; must have involved quite the complex system of hoists and harnesses to get you there. And you seem to have developed a slight American twang . . . must be my imagination. ;)
I used to go to a place on the Upper West Side called Indus or Indus Valley, or something like that, that was around 98th or 99th and B'way--was very good and relatively inexpensive. No monkey egg specials though.
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| Re: a comment on Wreck of the Poor Anchor by Dovina |
Dovina 208.127.72.15 |
19-Jan-07/10:06 AM |
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A long way from Ye Old Cheshire Cheese and not far from Central Park, if memory serves. Didnât know you Brits cared for that fiery hot vindaloo, with or without monkey eggs.
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| Re: Wreck of the Poor Anchor by Dovina |
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 206.228.170.72 |
19-Jan-07/9:35 AM |
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I went to an Indian restaurant last night on 100th & Broadway, and I swear to God my friend's vindaloo had a monkey egg in it. It was about the size of a ping pong ball, brown, with an outer shell, and some kind of nut inside. It smelt of anise. It wasn't fresh so I'm guessing it was laid in India somewhere and transported to New York in a tupperware container. We discarded it and continued with our meal. -3-
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| Re: Wreck of the Poor Anchor by Dovina |
Edna Sweetlove 85.210.201.5 |
19-Jan-07/9:13 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Give it up Max by Stephen Robins |
Dovina 208.127.72.15 |
19-Jan-07/9:10 AM |
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Nay, but the three is not hidden
Nor under my skirt, ridden
He possesses no strength
And could find it at length
With ten thousand poems
Even more.
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| Re: Ben Fogle by Stephen Robins |
Edna Sweetlove 85.210.201.5 |
19-Jan-07/9:09 AM |
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Sounds a bit light that old cunt, Big Ears Windsor.
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| Re: a comment on Stripping the willow by ecargo |
Dovina 208.127.72.15 |
19-Jan-07/9:04 AM |
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âSighted along the long draw of alder, oak--so flies the blood burn of old sacrifice.â The long dash confused me.
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| Re: a comment on Give it up Max by Stephen Robins |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
19-Jan-07/9:03 AM |
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He can't see his three,
As it lies under thee,
He possess no strength,
To search you at length,
Surveying your scribblings,
And incessant quibblings,
To find number three,
Would break him or me.
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| Re: Holy Tits by Holy Tits |
Edna Sweetlove 85.210.201.5 |
19-Jan-07/9:02 AM |
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This indeed has a very fine poetic flow to it. May I suggest you comment on your lover's dandruff too? And one thing about bald patches is that you can see how filthy the scalp is. You can spot headlice more easily as well. I think I feel a poem coming on about this subject....................
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| Re: Give it up Max by Stephen Robins |
Edna Sweetlove 85.210.201.5 |
19-Jan-07/9:00 AM |
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I don't know to whom you refer with "cute critters"; but rhyming shitter with it is very fine indeed. And well worthy of a 6.
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| Re: a comment on Stripping the willow by ecargo |
Edna Sweetlove 85.210.201.5 |
19-Jan-07/8:58 AM |
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"Plough" is the correct spelling; other spellings are ludicrously stupid. When you call "sough" obscure, you misuse the word obscure. Replacing it with "murmuring" would be great for the rythm (oh sorry I meant rithum). Not.
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| Re: Stained by fadedlove |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
19-Jan-07/8:53 AM |
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A poem of such importance as this should have a special display case manufactured. And the sign attached to that display case should be annotated with the simple, yet powerful words: "Here are words of such crushingly strong significance that to read them is to stare at one's own reflection and see to the very core of one's soul. I caution you reader that once read you will never look upon the hollow husk of your former life without feeling a jolt of sorrow for the unenlightened former you which cowered like some kind of terribly liquidised mollusc in a puddle of ignorance." - 8 -
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| Re: Give it up Max by Stephen Robins |
Dovina 208.127.72.15 |
19-Jan-07/8:53 AM |
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His behaviorâs not ace
Nor is his face
He tugged on my muff
But itâs sturdy enough
Whatâs amazing to me
Is he canât find his 3.
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| Re: almost 12.30 by Dental Panic |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
19-Jan-07/8:44 AM |
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Powerful use of overture, with a fission of piquant denotation. It starts as a veritable romp around avenue failure before firting with the bridge of disaster only to be swept along by a torrent of unutterable excellence.
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| Re: Holy Tits by Holy Tits |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
19-Jan-07/8:38 AM |
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Sexual, provocative and rather meaningful. It evokes the smell of sunlight and the dappled flowing of a drying stream. A tour de force.
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| Re: a comment on Give it up Max by Stephen Robins |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
19-Jan-07/8:35 AM |
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Willow? as in the film? I wouldn't strip him, he's only little and he's the guardian of a baby.
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| Re: a comment on Give it up Max by Stephen Robins |
ecargo 167.219.88.140 |
19-Jan-07/8:23 AM |
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Hee--nice. s/b "you're." (Sorry, can't help it.)
Oh, the things one learns because of the 'ranker. From Wikipedia: "Gower was an elegant left hand batsmen and has a reputation for being aloof, perhaps because of his privately educated background and upper-class accent and manner . . . Its [sic] also worth mentioning that David Gower has been immortalised in cockney rhyming slang as the term "shower" - e.g. 'I'm feeling a bit rank, i'm off for a david, where I'll strip me willow'." (Okay, I added that last bit about the willow.)
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| Re: The man who loved Lennon by Caducus |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
19-Jan-07/7:45 AM |
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