| Re: a comment on Reflections of the Living Dead by SomeKindofPoet |
23-May-04/4:54 AM |
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Look SomeKindofPoet, I don't know who you think you are, but I have an IQ of 98 (for which I have an official certificate) so I'm definitely not thick. Anything between 90 and 110 is well within the normal range, so how dare you accuse me of being narrow and poorly assumptive?
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| Re: a comment on Reflections of the Living Dead by SomeKindofPoet |
23-May-04/4:46 AM |
Except it is, and it does. Because that is what it's about.
P.S. I like the way you start your sentences with "Again, ". Your mouth is a bountiful harvest for plum-lovers worldwide.
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| Re: a comment on Reflections of the Living Dead by SomeKindofPoet |
23-May-04/4:41 AM |
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| Re: a comment on To Think I Am by SomeKindofPoet |
22-May-04/11:35 AM |
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You have a bum-like face.
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| Re: a comment on Dial Tone by cuddlytiger17 |
22-May-04/4:50 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny by Stephen Robins |
22-May-04/12:49 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny by Stephen Robins |
21-May-04/5:18 PM |
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You have clearly never sampled the dubious delights of poppers. You don't sound like anything except a giggling idiot for thirty seconds, and then you say "Aoooouhhhh. Ha ha ha. Ohh."
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| Re: a comment on Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny by Stephen Robins |
21-May-04/5:16 PM |
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I can't decide who's more wrong. You're all wrong.
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| Re: a comment on love comes but once by francis nor capule |
21-May-04/3:53 PM |
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| Re: a comment on love comes but once by francis nor capule |
21-May-04/3:48 PM |
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| Re: a comment on love comes but once by francis nor capule |
21-May-04/3:36 PM |
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I'll have you know I played county cricket for Buckinghamshire. And I daresay I've seen things happen on the cricket pitch that would make you weep tears of horror. Like the time my hopelessly earnest younger brother galloped in to bat with only a pair of boxers beneath his whites to hold his box in position. The armour lasted about two overs, then on the third the holy shield slid down his trouser leg and fell onto his shoe. What courage it took to face out the rest of the over, boxless and trembling, praying with all his might that the other boys hadn't noticed.
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| Re: a comment on Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny by Stephen Robins |
21-May-04/3:17 PM |
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| Re: To Think I Am by SomeKindofPoet |
21-May-04/2:51 PM |
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All your opinions are wrong, you colossal dunce. Thanks, -10-
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| Re: a comment on love comes but once by francis nor capule |
21-May-04/9:46 AM |
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You don't want to understand it. Cricket is the sporting equivalent of straining too hard in an impromptu trumping competition with the lads, and then sitting still for a three-day-long chemistry exam with your mistake clinging to your inner thigh.
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| Re: a comment on Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny by Stephen Robins |
21-May-04/8:25 AM |
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Why don't we all come over to your place and get mashed!!!!!!
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| Re: a comment on Reflections of the Living Dead by SomeKindofPoet |
21-May-04/4:40 AM |
Expand your poetic horizons and write something that isn't about failed romantic love or your naïve crutch of a religion.
-10-
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| Re: Unwed by gilded in gold |
20-May-04/7:02 AM |
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Hauntingly beautiful. I really like your use of "face in hiding" as a metaphor for leprosy. -10-
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| Re: Fear by Phalkon |
20-May-04/6:22 AM |
Fear (Free verse) by Phalkon
i lay awake in bed
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a million thoughts run through my head
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Thoughts (Free verse) by nicole081083
As I lie here in my bed
Many thoughts run through my head
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wait for sleep (Lyric) by xunitedx
i wait for sleep as i'm lying in my bed
but i can't stop these thoughts from running through my head
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Insomnia (Pimple) by BiggRobb
Every night that I lay down to bed,
I'm constantly bombarded with thoughts racing through my head;
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Adam's Apple (Lyric) by hotwire
Not enough words rush through my head
as I laid spend there in my bed
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Falling in Love (Free verse) by disturbedone182
I lie awake for hours upon my bed
While thoughts of her race through my head
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untitled: dedicated to my soldier/husband (Free verse) by SweetJuliet10
sitting here tonight alone in bed
a million things running through my head
-10-
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| Re: Reflections of the Living Dead by SomeKindofPoet |
20-May-04/12:43 AM |
If this were a poeme narrated by a zombie who was sitting around in an old zombies' home, thinking about the times when he used to go around trying to eat people's brains, and how he saw most of his zombie friends shot in the head, and wondering whether it was all worth it, it would be ace.
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| Re: Pills by erickvisions |
19-May-04/6:16 AM |
WARNING: HIDDEN LEWD ALERT!!!!!!!!
"Cold and white... stiff and dry...
some... new...d...
have her... Or...a...l...l...y...
deep...ear... re...ming
bit..ing... her ...chin
...finger...ing... her...aking...rug
sheâs taking... It... a...n...all...y...
b..ake... his dar...t
i...m ...very t...ight
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