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16-Aug-02/4:35 PM |
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are you speaking for the whole earth or just that which is above water? i guess it's better than earth saver, or earth mother, or earth lover.earth man, earth woman, THE PLANET EARTH...earth the final frontier...earth..what's its worth? boy this is fun...oh poem..yeah..i hate you doug..burn! wait actually that's a pretty well developed haiku. 5/10!
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
16-Aug-02/4:47 PM |
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do you have kids? i have a son...he not only dances in the light, but he also does the occasional fascinating jigg on my wallet and my forehead. most people that write about birth are childless and unimaginatively lesbian..i sense that your none of the above. i could be all wrong..oh yeah the haiku..sounds like something people reassure themselves with each night while leaving a twelve step program
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| Re: I SHALL NOT by pitchblackdisaster |
16-Aug-02/4:55 PM |
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why england? why not say shrilanka?, or Baton Rouge, perhaps tasmania...oh if silence backfires, try the opposte, "shotgun the vagina"! in the name of jesusssss chrisssst! you're now on my liste! you and all of your young teen angst skater pickle pumpers...you're all on my liste'. yes indeed.r
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| Re: Untitled by teenangstbrigade |
16-Aug-02/4:57 PM |
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at first i was like "this again" then you said sovereignty, and i was like oh my GOD! "this again".... and paradox equipped nonethe wiser.
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16-Aug-02/5:05 PM |
i need to pretend that i'm choking you to death..change dreams to screams and again to orgy, then change the last line too i'm not well read...so it becomes
Friday night orgy/
Sipping from my glass of screams/
have you seen my date?/ sorry last minute change, and odoyle if your out there <icurse you with a spearmint hair ball> choke bastard!
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| Re: lover rock by roses are read |
17-Aug-02/9:35 AM |
it was great until the last line..pain? let's go for a hail mary and give them the "pain"
All i see now is propane, and let me tell you. it's a little overwhelming. if not down right predictable.............kale gun is loaded we have a target in sight, and are waiting for the signal...dice.hose.noun.grenade
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| Re: Selective Alopecia by Ming T. Merciless |
17-Aug-02/10:30 AM |
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pk & otter(kids cartoon) the only thing funnier than watching you accuse innocent and talented writers like ming of being me is this fucking poetic stab at originality above.the best thing that could happen to mr.merciless might be becoming a facet of horus8, but you are way off this morning...let me reitterate if i may once name can be changed, ones approach can be changed, but once style is too finger printish to be confused with the fingers of others. i am only two, nothing more, nothing less..well less a normal nights sleep and a homecooked meal, but i think today is another surf detox sun blast moment..i hope i drowned this time.
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17-Aug-02/10:38 AM |
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hi razora. how is my favorite jaded scribe this morning? well rested i hope. excellent..well, i have take a moment to defend this piece of art noir from your hazing and bitterness.........there....all done.sorry weirdo your saggy diaper is even beyond the shielding of horus8 count of pop psycology (the study of britney spears parents and navel lint) 2/10
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| Re: ''*Night*'' by youngweirdo |
17-Aug-02/10:44 AM |
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and it's all in the night,Can my scrotum fold?nut sac oragamy is the sport of the future..
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| Re: i dreamt i spoke by roses are read |
17-Aug-02/10:50 AM |
i dreamt i spoke syphallus rash.
are you staring at my head gear?
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
17-Aug-02/10:56 AM |
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boy..oh boy..love is silent? domestic violence, crimes of passion, headboard vulgarities,the ever delightfull, woman and his best friend.in bed and having fun...yes love is as quiet as a church mouse with a detachable tail and mouse trap sonar.
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| Re: Selective Alopecia by Ming T. Merciless |
17-Aug-02/11:43 AM |
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yes..meditate on your poetic angle....everyone listen up! pb otter will now define the difference between spoken word poetry and what he does,because we all know that when we are in that "poetic" moment of flow we don't speak the words out loud in our minds to see how they sound...no..never.. and choosing to pen it down instead of recording yourself speaking the words is also extremely different....and correct me if i'm wrong, but don't slam poets verbalize and perform their work on stage (improv-ing, ranting, living the work) for those interested, no...we would much rather see 87 year old mrs. jenkings up in front of a mic reading, monotoned, and at half speed her favorite cat poems from her spiral notebook...my dear topeka tater tot, the medium in which one chooses to create their work with is neither here nor there, the end result is the same. poetry..whether it's written in blood,ink, rocks (stonehedge, architecture is a form of poetry) shit, with soap on a mirror, with microphone, or instrument, paint, or posture...dying by living...now i despised aristotle, but in his book poetics, he makes a good point in dealing with just what exactly poetry is...."poetry is a mixture of words and messages that can be understood by the author and audience(reader) on many interchangable levels, holding diverse and subdivided symbolic understandings and it at all times should reach a universal and personal climax for all involved". (which is why poetry gives those who read it the feeling that it was crafted especially for them) a mime is a poet, a doctor is a poet, even you sir are a poet, but a poet is not just a poet he or she is an expressor of word pictures for the purpose of experimental communication to convey a vastly more profound message. the only reason you're aware of objects and activities around you at all times is because you have a name for each and everyone of them, god spoke life into the body of adam. if you don't have a name for something it escapes your senses and is essentialy undetectable, poltergeists, ghosts, big foot and ufo's(unidentified flying object) unnamable flying object, duck! it's a dovishian jerty foron. wow. that was close. i have to surf now. bye..
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| Re: Selective Alopecia by Ming T. Merciless |
17-Aug-02/1:31 PM |
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yes.yes.no.yes.maybe. how dare you. thank you. right back at you. could you pass me the meatloaf. hey, there's always next year.taos poetry circus, you bet i subscribe! national library of poets want to give you a plaque and turn your poetry into music, that's great! good luck. thinking of you stretched out at balboa beach. wondering if your running through the beans beat boxing away.do they give you guys different colored belts to show rank and experience. one day soon i hope you'll take me in as your new acolyte, and show me the weirding way.do you think when i get back home today...we can maybe..hang out you know i can follow you around the site while you follow and kiss z's and d.a's arses with your cute little eskimo squint. you are my muse. but must you drink out of the bottle. when we have a whole cupboard full of glasses. your's truly 'mother'. oh if you got 2 or 3 minutes later maybe we can name some famous jay hawks, "together". thanks. thinking of you.your supplimentally discharged penis, horus8
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| Re: When the wheels stop turning. by The troubled sinner |
17-Aug-02/1:34 PM |
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| Re: The Sea by Tarquin De La Bog |
17-Aug-02/1:42 PM |
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yeah nice one tarqui, way to be descriptive, and darwinianly deep.even the most troubled sinner has time to offer an asian pear to your shrine of poetry...i don't even think you need the () cuz it's really just descriptive and deep and telling and not shallow and wow..did i say descriptive?..yeah...wow..really moving shit here...pardon me while i take notes..
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| Re: Tijuana jail song by horus8 |
17-Aug-02/1:51 PM |
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i want to dedicate this to my friend p&k, and our beatiful mexican romance that we shared last year...you are always in my thoughts...are love is forever...la rossa! tu bonito pequito pendejo!
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| Re: setting the record straight on April by poetandknowit |
17-Aug-02/9:58 PM |
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Danny devito? Why not ..say..magnum p.i. we have three months listed, fuck it ! throw the other nine in for good measure..and really be a rebel. your hurting the feelings of sagittariuses everywhere. selfish recluse. Brown recluse. bastard! lover...
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| Re: The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me by ==Doylum |
17-Aug-02/10:10 PM |
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it's like blind date meets jackass. jackass. it's funnier then two horse flys fucking on a mercedes hood ornament doing 90 on the freeway(oh i forgot, you're from the lands of fairy mounds, a freeway is a paved multi lane express way that cars use to get from point a to b quicker unless you're in new york or l.a then it becomes a parking lot full of every asshole the imagination can contrive, looking around, at everyone else looking around) may i also tread urine in your bladders puddle. the ocean was a bit cold today, i could use a good golden shower soaking. thanx.
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| Re: setting the record straight on April by poetandknowit |
17-Aug-02/10:29 PM |
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yeah z... i feel a bit better..lot's of driving though, but the over abundance of introspective bikini patters did seem to eventually balance out the grueling race there.. if you call getting washing machined by 6-10 foot shorebreakers at the wedge (famous ca beach south of balboa that has a jetti which pushes the swells to double their size, aka el playa that breaks necks, and sandblasts your arse crack) purged. as far as the bottle goes...ah..tonight it's a crisp chianti with a bit of broiled sea bass on top of rice pilaff. i might jerk off to buffalo 66 for an encore...or maybe glue more junk drawer items to my breakfast nook table(due to frequent mushroom ingestions this summer my day room table and benches have become some of my more artistically inclined friends, and i's pet project. it's all for the love of mother, but where could she be? island hopping with the columbian drug cartel and designing panties i bet, yes, i'd wager p&k's one fingered farm on that. she is a malignant breeder that one, the more she kicks me, the more i bow to her swollen femininity
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| Re: The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me by ==Doylum |
17-Aug-02/10:39 PM |
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i thought we had shorned our cowlicks, and moved on, but i see you are bristling with pit viper spit this evening..and after i voted on your skid marks and everything..you sir, are incorrigable, and reeking of stout and spuds..i would love to strum a bit more for you, but my electric mandolin has been pawned to cover my porn and drug expenses. aspirin, and red haired harlots are grwing more and more expensive as the moon wanes..we can only pray for a good waxing soon..care to spoon for my last canadian loon?
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