Comments byBill Z Bub, 161–180 back. Include replies

on Bad habits & tramps by horus8 6 Jun 2003, 7:27 PM
Woe! All is lost! The Wicked One hath been Un-Harnessed!
on Bad habits & tramps by horus8 6 Jun 2003, 5:00 PM
ya, I can see it. I can smell it. I can dig it.
on some deleted poem 6 Jun 2003, 4:34 PM
mmmmmmm, good luck broth with a side of placenta.
on A Moment In Nowhere by Mr Pig 5 Jun 2003, 11:11 AM
I don't know why, but I don't care for this one much. Just the way things are sometimes.
on some deleted poem 3 Jun 2003, 8:34 PM
Yesssssss, its all about the roughage.
on Triolet, for Jason by beakism 6 Jun 2003, 4:42 PM
solid.
on A Perfectly Reasonable Question by baughworm 6 Jun 2003, 4:51 PM
Col. Mustard in the Bedroom with the Wank Harness.
on Gloria's stairwell circles up & down by Bachus 8 Jun 2003, 9:14 PM

he looked at the tops of his shoes
and realized he was out
of his element
really

but what the hell
these bastards are
mad brilliant beautiful

mayhaps they'll rub off
on me.

get it?
on some deleted poem 7 Jun 2003, 12:27 PM
Those first two lines are PURE GOLD BABY!

on The Truth of Death by Schizophrenic 6 Jun 2003, 3:39 PM
This is nothing NOTHING before the sheer blood-chilling TERROR of GHOST IN A JAR!

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on Watching Time Slip Away by kassanna 6 Jun 2003, 4:48 PM
too

many

spaces

can't

read

properly

must

stop
on some deleted poem 6 Jun 2003, 5:10 PM
I missed this one the first time around. Vintage god'swife.
What I would do for a picture of you.

MWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMW
on Stopped by zzinnia66 6 Jun 2003, 5:14 PM
mind if i slide into this clique and dish up a scoopful of panegyrics?
on suppose (a warm sun) by richa 5 Jun 2003, 10:49 AM
Wonderful, spare,
lilting, tilting,
abrubt and

nine,
The second-last line: "Since your love will never keep warm."
Should there be a word in between keep and warm? Such as "me" or "you"?
on Carpet threading the sky by INTRANSIT 5 Jun 2003, 11:08 AM
First half excellent. Second half confusing. Then again, I'm the idiot that wrote "soothing blisters of synthesis
walk on alkaline locks", so I have no right to say such things! I must be punished.
The title is a ten. I give the body seven. That averages out to 8.5!

Rock on.

Fuck. Ten. Fuck! Son of a Fucking Goddamn Bitchprick! FUCKING TEN. I cry bullseye.
My sister-in-law is narcoleptic.
You sunuvagun. 10
on Break Down by Jeremi B. Handrinos 6 Jun 2003, 4:31 PM
Great! Where's the mp3?
on Iterated Fuck by nentwined 4 Jun 2003, 4:44 PM
a breath of fresh air. No wait, it smells like FUCKING in here you perverted little weasel! 9.9