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24-Jun-03/11:54 AM |
Thank god for modern plumbing.
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24-Jun-03/12:00 PM |
"Thank god for modern plumbing." Otherwise we'd all be wearing a diaper (nappy) living in the cave of denial like -=Dick_Bagel=- trying to talk bats into forming us a wheel chair ramp out of guarra and lime.
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Re: Tomorrow by Quarton |
24-Jun-03/12:47 PM |
If you pulled off that quetion mark at the very end, you'll double your audience, your votes and your message, and I will give you three tens in six minutes.
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Re: only pleasure left by richa |
24-Jun-03/12:52 PM |
To dark for no reason, remove your last sentence entirely, and it would find the lowest level, trust me, I know.
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Re: only pleasure left by richa |
24-Jun-03/1:44 PM |
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Re: Maman: Psychic Tophet by SupremeDreamer |
24-Jun-03/2:14 PM |
And change the title, please, for fuck's sake. You don't tell people the end of a movie not even at the end. Remove both of them, good god, kids, are so fucking dramatic.
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Re: The Twenty-Fifth of Whenevber by OneFingerAnswer |
26-Jun-03/1:36 PM |
Whenember would pull it off better, and I feel this is an Ode.
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Re: My Back Fat by charlie busted |
26-Jun-03/1:45 PM |
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26-Jun-03/1:58 PM |
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Re: -=Dark_Angel_Is_No_Longer_Funny=- by wEdible Underpantsw |
26-Jun-03/2:04 PM |
-=Or_Gold_Panning_With_A_Mule_Banning=-
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Re: Cancer (Lyric) by Twiggy by Shardik |
27-Jun-03/11:40 AM |
We should do a whole show using these parodys, a mel brooking tribute to the "It's all good" and "Whatever" generation of American teen fucklings. Complete with exploding puppy poop and Gameboys.
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Re: On Someone's Dick by JoyLuck |
27-Jun-03/11:44 AM |
Barely, unfortunately, and since I've gained two hundred pounds, MIA.
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27-Jun-03/11:46 AM |
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Re: -=Dark_Angel_Is_No_Longer_Funny=- by wEdible Underpantsw |
27-Jun-03/11:53 AM |
I assure you, no one in America gives a flung fuck about you, him, or her, or India. Channel 4 (nbc) in the states is loved by the multitudes because it caters to niggers, wiggers, and chiggers by the Jews for the Jews , period. Go wank on that Earl Grey.
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Re: The Farmer's In His Den... by Yardbird |
27-Jun-03/12:02 PM |
A cold bowl of shoup and sheeze toast. So antihumor I didn't even bother to shake my head or my cock. I just flushed and left.
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Re: Hard on (Lyric) by John K by Bachus |
27-Jun-03/12:46 PM |
I amaze even myself these days. Ah life is good, Yes, it doesn't get better than this.
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Re: -=Dark_Angel_Has_Gone_Missing=- by wEdible Underpantsw |
27-Jun-03/8:36 PM |
Wish I was too, lucky bastard.
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Re: Sage by DreamerSupreme |
28-Jun-03/8:39 AM |
Beautiful, has one l. Also, be careful that your poetry doesn't chase it's own tale.
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28-Jun-03/8:44 AM |
Saron's cup.
inraged.
life's book.
"Their off the hook" They are.
"Yes, yes!" giggle, you're funny, but what does this have to do wuth reality? Exactly, nothing.
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Re: Blind Walk Into Poem Ranker by DreamerSupreme |
28-Jun-03/8:59 AM |
"Speaking words that I thought
Was meant to strike fear" were not was.
Control one l.
Yeah, Joy luck is Settle, the boy genius. He's way beyond Mensa. He's a Risdi brat, Ivy league tit, and skilled in twilightzone poetry. He's The only other sic lunatic on the site besides me and da, and equally as good. There's also Christof, Poet and knowit, and a few others that are poets beyond the norm, so don't go spouting in a fountain lest you be wet and caught off guard. This poetry of yours is in desperate need of style, you need to develop your own poetic gimmick, something different about your poetry. The wording the shape the texture, but stop writing about that silly demon, heaven and hell crap, and pain and blood and all that trite shit. It's pointless because no one will bother with it, because, if they wanted fantasy they would read a real fantasy author that does it right, not a kid swinging at the fences.
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