on The Ocean Prefers A Sunset by wilco
12 Jun 2004, 4:10 PM
The first stanza and last two lines are contrived crap, the rest awesome.
on The Businessman by abcmonkey78
12 Jun 2004, 4:13 PM
Indeed.
Pot rules.
Pot rules.
on Of Absinthe and Asphalt by pain killer
12 Jun 2004, 4:14 PM
When I heard my first English nigger, I laughed, they sound just like the white ones when you close your eyes.
on Of Absinthe and Asphalt by pain killer
12 Jun 2004, 4:16 PM
I loved how you germinated your feet, now that's just precious.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2004, 11:26 AM
Unreadable, among other things.
on some deleted poem
11 Jun 2004, 7:05 PM
Professionally Pregnant.
on A Strenuous Recollection by Doug
11 Jun 2004, 7:06 PM
Change "hope" to Pope, and then I believe you'll still have fleck, but it will be HOLY fleck.
on a person by francis nor capule
11 Jun 2004, 7:20 PM
A Parson's Nose By Sir Nudely Of Niggerly
Past your nose you will spot,
a parson that is for you to cot...
and felch for the viewing of the Abbot.
A parson who's always there, never busy,with a pear.
"who will put you on a pedestal;"
The right place for you to be lubed
and twhen tyou're twogwether,
the tworld twould twop,
Uranus shall pull;
and retrograde
and the parson would then palm-aid
both of your nose.
though far apart thy cheeks
Norwegian wood, should arise...
that parson would keep you in their heart,
with his nose betwixt your thighs
querries would be answered,
stains queerly erased.
and from the parson's love stuff floweth,
like mountain fresh springs, and HOT GAY SEX.
Past your nose you will spot,
a parson that is for you to cot...
and felch for the viewing of the Abbot.
A parson who's always there, never busy,with a pear.
"who will put you on a pedestal;"
The right place for you to be lubed
and twhen tyou're twogwether,
the tworld twould twop,
Uranus shall pull;
and retrograde
and the parson would then palm-aid
both of your nose.
though far apart thy cheeks
Norwegian wood, should arise...
that parson would keep you in their heart,
with his nose betwixt your thighs
querries would be answered,
stains queerly erased.
and from the parson's love stuff floweth,
like mountain fresh springs, and HOT GAY SEX.
on Writers' Block by wilco
7 Jun 2004, 7:21 PM
You should put a monkey in there, and then laugh at it.
on Hollywierd by INTRANSIT
7 Jun 2004, 5:40 PM
I hope when it's nuked I have my cock in Britney's ass and a bottle of Krystal, up mine.
on Le Sommeil- Slumber by Sasha
7 Jun 2004, 5:56 PM
What would we do without you Sasha... Other than what we normally do? That being avoiding Superiffic translations of crap poetry.
on some deleted poem
3 Jun 2004, 6:53 PM
How about a gank of smank?
on some deleted poem
2 Jun 2004, 7:55 PM
Cool-Whipe
on The Red Basket by pain killer
2 Jun 2004, 1:25 PM
"angry chickens"? Need I say more? 6
on The Angel and The Ass by pain killer
2 Jun 2004, 1:28 PM
And how is this a prose poem? This is a soggy cracker jack in denial mang.
Don't forget to thank John k for single handedly making the drummer from Def leopard join the band blind puma, and chopping off his other arm, in order to play the drums by merely face thrusting into a an industrial can, a mouthful of peanuts, sucking off all of the salt, and shooting them at the snare like a fixed rain bird sprinkler, fucking asshats.
on Heaven Out Here by wilco
2 Jun 2004, 4:59 PM
Refreshed
on some deleted poem
2 Jun 2004, 2:39 PM
I was the bass player in the cramps before they traded me in for a Morgue Thinsythighser