on give by joey
20 Nov 2002, 11:32 AM
i hope your monkeys eat this too. does your mom know your diddling on line?
on Happy hour by flatliner
18 Nov 2002, 6:25 PM
and the dwarves in the back vomit and clap in approval...before head butting the tattooed mime. 9.a
on "Why would I need to get in touch with you?" by Limness
18 Nov 2002, 2:53 PM
now that's entertainment. 8.
on angelic by deafmute2000
17 Nov 2002, 11:59 PM
if he is girl...then i will swallow my own tongue..and bend like attila.
on Francis' Self-portrait by New Life Drug
17 Nov 2002, 11:58 PM
also known as william shakespeare founder of the beak...so sayeth the 'hoof' i have spoken! 9.a
on His Mother's Son by vulcan
15 Nov 2002, 5:02 PM
well. well. you got me. here's your prize. bastard. GOLDEN QUE TIP AWARD NUMBER 37 FOR MR. HEPHAESTUS AND HIS PEN'S POISED CHARM. this piece is a crack through..a matrix reveiler...an f5 twister....here's your 10...i'm late again...for mother..dear grendal and sir oedipus (my costumes please..thank you) i will focus perhaps a bit more of my energies in a more positive and costructive fashion, but not now...maybe...tomorrow.
on Dynamic Duo by INTRANSIT
15 Nov 2002, 4:35 PM
i got your back..me. being no hack, let me drop the throttle done and snap his swannish neck..call it my knack...give the bird..i'll be your legs..the golden word. a flippant craze..loving life and right on cue your cantor's such a brilliant hue. you riot!..don't buy it.. make those motherfuckers ride it! and say "who's your daddy" yeah......10!
on My Friend? by Blade
14 Nov 2002, 12:29 PM
yep.this still is absolute crapola. what a waste of ho2. fag.
on An Exercise in Futility by loneshadow29
14 Nov 2002, 12:23 PM
what the fuck ever. seriously in all actuality you are a total fucking tarpuffer lonedisco29and ahalf..obviously the loose bowels of an over weight turnip..even dark angel has more trajectory..well.. even anthony robbins has more class than this and that shite head is classless...sorry for fogging up your glasses, but come on... you are grasping at gophers on a dark highway in minnesota..let go man...just let go. here..a hug. 0. this isn't even a real poem it's a fucking advertisement aimed at something called jealousy...drink a diet shasta..i recommend...boysenberry.
on Rebel Wind by KarmicTwiggy
13 Nov 2002, 9:17 PM
how many phonecalls does it take to make it to number 1 on this fricken site....no need to count...just watch. oh- rebel wind blow me away.....this get's the HORUS8 GOLDEN QUE-TIPS (MY FRIEND TIP'S THE BOAR) FOR OUTSTANDING ACHIEVMENT IN APPROPRIATE BELITTLEMENT AND LOVELISTNESS. enjoy the cantaloupe and the fricca-seed hornbeetle thorax.....just had it flown in..
on Prose poem written in 1 minute and 27 seconds while listening to Slim Cessna croon by poetandknowit
13 Nov 2002, 9:05 PM
how many times do you get dumped in a year...at least you have more control of the handle in this situation.....at least.8.
on The Real You by jonny2000
13 Nov 2002, 4:55 PM
cute. lose the bottom johnie 1234567891011
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on No recalculations needed by Bachus
13 Nov 2002, 4:46 PM
it's because he wrote it when he was in his coyote face. lol! what a crock of shite...i mean overall it's fine and all..it rolls off of the tongue and is a bit predictable..it's quite old and has that fresh out of highschool "what do i do now" sort of immature smell. oh well. we all started somewhere, but i wont vote. just because that would be the most caddish move for me yet today..other than talking to myself.
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on me by spazzman15
13 Nov 2002, 12:40 PM
and also the title is pompous and it blows just a bit. sorry but it should be anything but "me" unless you want to come across as being a pretentious squidly....how about "liver spots" instead, ,or "toothache".
on me by spazzman15
13 Nov 2002, 12:37 PM
bullshit. 7/10 is what it deserves simply because 'if you sing it out loud' some of the timings are fucked man period...not that it's not great..symbolically and all that jazz..it just..well... it would throw a singer off, and get him/her crossing shit out and adding their own words and stuff (that should be avoided at all costs)...and that becomes a nightmare for everyone involved.7.
on Ode to a Depleted Uranium Shell by Yardbird
13 Nov 2002, 12:29 PM
jack the rippers tools of choice. a cock, a scalpel, and of course, the bone saw. piano string the neck? indeed. but above all it comes down to charisma for money and the woman in between....sugar wins the fly, but i sir, am a mantis. praying for you. have a six. good morning, and nice tie. christmas present? exactly.