replying on Poet by Shardik
11 Jun 2004, 7:25 PM
Shardik isn't 23, he's a ninety year old man after hot seat.
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 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 Writers' Block by wilco
7 Jun 2004, 7:21 PM
You should put a monkey in there, and then laugh at it.
replying on Le Sommeil- Slumber by Sasha
7 Jun 2004, 6:56 PM
"My vertebrae are pierced with
A shadow that benumbs me and I cry:"
YES, YES! Weep for the benumbing shadows that
pierce your...Vertabrae!...? And cause the handicap
sign to flicker 2 for 1. Once, when I shot up a hot
shot and filled my lungs with vomit until collapse
I thought the same thing before shitting myself
and crumpling upon the floor in self destructive ecstasy,
and pointless false curiousity, but I said ""Gaudy Gay, Geave Ge Ge! Gome, gloom, gnd gill ge!
Glose Gy Gyes Go ghe Gillions Gn Gour Gky"" these g's should be pronounced with all of the utmost contempt for men that call themselves sasha, and at the end of the night... Indeed are.
A shadow that benumbs me and I cry:"
YES, YES! Weep for the benumbing shadows that
pierce your...Vertabrae!...? And cause the handicap
sign to flicker 2 for 1. Once, when I shot up a hot
shot and filled my lungs with vomit until collapse
I thought the same thing before shitting myself
and crumpling upon the floor in self destructive ecstasy,
and pointless false curiousity, but I said ""Gaudy Gay, Geave Ge Ge! Gome, gloom, gnd gill ge!
Glose Gy Gyes Go ghe Gillions Gn Gour Gky"" these g's should be pronounced with all of the utmost contempt for men that call themselves sasha, and at the end of the night... Indeed are.
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.
replying on Bitter bacardi makes the black stones dance. by SupremeDreamer
7 Jun 2004, 5:43 PM
No more jarring than your skirt and mustache.
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.
replying on Solipsistic, Drunk, But Still Friends by horus8
7 Jun 2004, 5:34 PM
And to set the record straight, I like you as much as the next guy which indeed is very little, and it has nothing to do with you -- I merely detest mouth breathers in general.
replying on Solipsistic, Drunk, But Still Friends by horus8
7 Jun 2004, 5:30 PM
That's what I call check mate. Next.
replying on Solipsistic, Drunk, But Still Friends by horus8
7 Jun 2004, 5:28 PM
For the battered chicken I've never met. (Lyric) by horus8
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The enflamed battered chicken song
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
'Haps to alleviate its battered load
In the mouth of a horny toad
God, I love the countryside.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To escape the fry that mocked its sleep
Making its unborn chickadees go "peep-peep"
The sizzle, the crackle. The fear it reaped!
God, how I love the countryside.
Now that the chicken has crossed the road
There will be no applesauce in space
There will be no pork chop mattresses
There will be only war, death, Internet
Suicides, dog leg lefts, and fire on Church St.
God, he made the countryside,
He made the country sigh.
God, he made the chicken song.
He took the Brits from Hong Kong
God, I hate the chicken song.
Now, It's almost time that we put our chickens down.
And SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE around.
God, I love the countryside,
God, I love Nick Drake.
God, he made the peasant's rake
God, he made me beat my chicken.
To death again.
Well, 4 out of five aint bad?
Except for the fact that indeed I'm a twat.
__________________________________
The enflamed battered chicken song
__________________________________
Why did the chicken cross the road?
'Haps to alleviate its battered load
In the mouth of a horny toad
God, I love the countryside.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To escape the fry that mocked its sleep
Making its unborn chickadees go "peep-peep"
The sizzle, the crackle. The fear it reaped!
God, how I love the countryside.
Now that the chicken has crossed the road
There will be no applesauce in space
There will be no pork chop mattresses
There will be only war, death, Internet
Suicides, dog leg lefts, and fire on Church St.
God, he made the countryside,
He made the country sigh.
God, he made the chicken song.
He took the Brits from Hong Kong
God, I hate the chicken song.
Now, It's almost time that we put our chickens down.
And SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE around.
God, I love the countryside,
God, I love Nick Drake.
God, he made the peasant's rake
God, he made me beat my chicken.
To death again.
Well, 4 out of five aint bad?
Except for the fact that indeed I'm a twat.
replying on The Babe in the Alligator Pajamas by caitydee
3 Jun 2004, 8:40 AM
Jesu can... Will you be supersizing your happy meal with cheese?
replying on The Babe in the Alligator Pajamas by caitydee
3 Jun 2004, 8:38 AM
Look at the voting history on this poem and you'll find that it was beneath my need to vote, BUT NICE TRY!
on Heaven Out Here by wilco
2 Jun 2004, 4:59 PM
Refreshed
replying on The Red Basket by pain killer
2 Jun 2004, 2:36 PM
Starving, sleeping, laying, dying, but not angry. Chickens do only a few things and anger is not one of them. they sleep, fuck, cluck scratch, eat, drink, and shit. You tit.
replying on The Red Basket by pain killer
2 Jun 2004, 2:34 PM
You're funny. Let me get this straight; You're mad because I think you're silly for making THE CHICKENS angry? My friend, I will have you know not only does the thought of an actual chicken becoming angry trouble me... but it strikes me as damn comedy! Rooster, certainly, chickens... nah? Try this google horus8 and then google painkiller and then google "angry chickens", and see if you don't surprise yourself too young man, or should I say, lover.