on Ah! That Love Would'st Lead Me by EggbertShootsFire
29 Jul 2002, 7:37 PM
Eggy poo.. friends with Blake aye..figures..i bet you guys hang out at B daltons and read whitman and frost until your little pee pee's get all overwraught with pubescent tension. you were made for eachother "ah that love would lead" me to impale myself upon the "writhing flower". "pierced me through". fucking "shameless tears", "but alas". i nodded out sixteen times during this pile of "witty" scrutum fungus. fell into my candle at my desk, and have burned off half my hair. i am a mason.i have brothers. we know were you guys hide the gerbals. the hoof is waiting. you fail.
on I Hate You by mytenderrage
29 Jul 2002, 6:50 PM
he controls the flow of beak in and out of this country. but that is neither here nor there. beak is everywhere. 'hoof' on the other hand is great for smegma burns, if you want formula press F8 then duck. hold on. it gets bumpy???
on My days work by lucky_cmc
29 Jul 2002, 6:44 PM
your journal is in the second hand drawer on the left of your bed under the big jugs magazine and corn-nuts. could you please keep it out of my field of vision lest i be forced to apply my tongue like a canabalistic blind pigmy, head hunting little daydreamers to lick and read their acne scarred faces with my brail detecting tongue (my retard lashing flagella) i know where the short bus picks you up, and i have a highly accurate blowgun. beware of shifting bambo. and the hard blow.p
on Numbless by OneFingerAnswer
29 Jul 2002, 6:26 PM
Professor Bird, you have your finger on the pulse of the sasquatch. what now...s
on Have you ever heard of William Carlost Williams 24 by notule
29 Jul 2002, 5:59 PM
You'; cahn't wr'ite' fo[r shi.te. then again who can? the 'hoof' has pointed you must 658757869 as soon as possible'
on I Hate You by mytenderrage
29 Jul 2002, 5:38 PM
i had to go back and read this again..i'm sorry, but do i know you???
on Death and the Non-Scanning Poem by tooniron
29 Jul 2002, 5:34 PM
were you in the philidelphia brig too. 1992 tranport, next brig Norfolk. woodshop and softball was our life. god bless the guy(EM1 jason conners, an admirals son. he was in love with a female prisoner at the end of the hall. she was his roxanne, i the whisperer in his ear) who could beat out the star spangled banner with his head on the wall in the cell next to me. kept me in time with the silence
on Perfect by mytenderrage
29 Jul 2002, 5:26 PM
the sharks have come to smell your work. they have left nothing for me, but a raven crushed stain upon the road 18 mls. south of davenport, your beak is bent and pointing south east. follow. follow the 'hoof' its shape is right(write)o
on So Cold by mytenderrage
29 Jul 2002, 4:47 PM
Jesus christ razora you're beating a dead cat let off i think i want to keep the liver, but if you keep twisting her like that she'll be useless to me for "hemoglobin tea" (excellent remedy for herpes and mooseknuckle drip)
on I Hate You by mytenderrage
29 Jul 2002, 4:41 PM
Actually. he does (d.a). bored w/real job probably got left a little money by an underappreciated genius uncle who liked to squander cash in turkish opium dens. But good lord sweetheart develop an area of your mind for ridiculous feedback. no BFD right. you'll be okay. try a cucumber avacado face mask & oatmeal. touch of lemon juice for the hair, go outside get some sun..and vualla. relish. s
on I Hate You by mytenderrage
29 Jul 2002, 4:08 PM
now that was worth the build up. d.a. you have summed the sum. ur still an asl but with a monumental point.beak on bachus.beak on
on Eleemosynary for the undeserving but forward foreigner by ErgoErgun
29 Jul 2002, 4:00 PM
What's this i see. dual chemistry. in two places at once. i put a piece of rye bread in my cupboard at the age of twelve. week later scraped the mold. made lsd. mold is ergot. parasite. st.anthony's fire. grows on rye during humid and hot springs and autumns. causes gangrene and loss of various body parts if not treated properly after fatal ingestion. you are fatal. but you will pass. they all pass.
on Seasonal Memories by ErgoErgun
29 Jul 2002, 3:50 PM
cannot get enough of this. i want more. while i'm still tied off.
deservingly so #1.....i spooge on hoof. buenos tardes amigow
deservingly so #1.....i spooge on hoof. buenos tardes amigow
on In my weakest hour, I find my true strength by Rainbow_chaser
29 Jul 2002, 3:34 PM
The pot holes get deeper after eachwinter. can't wait for the county to fix them? get bigger tires. ignore
on A Voice Found by Blake
29 Jul 2002, 2:30 PM
My "rippling form"? my..my.. you are a poettie. bravo. ripple on. maybe perchance Yeats and Keats with ripple with you. never. you still fail.flush. you are not hoof, beware.
on Note 2 Myself by Jigg
29 Jul 2002, 2:15 PM
you in all actualitty should avoid drugs at all costs p.s keep the dog. you might need a friend later on in life
on Advice Given On Drama by Blake
29 Jul 2002, 1:05 PM
unfortunately, there truly is no hope for this, you, or apparently anyone remotely associated with you. this is not only the most yawning fucking train wreck i've ever stared at for too long, and even if you added an exclamation point to every line in it..still..nothing..i give you wet corn-nuts and the midget with the boomerange for "your prize" enjoy. you've just earned the horus8 "vile style in pompous denial" award of the day.You do worse then "Fail". You Kale.
on Birth in the Valley of Liquor by horus8
29 Jul 2002, 12:55 PM
Hey blake, your past incarnation was weak minus beak, and this one.. well..let's just say that your "moose knuckle" is tiny and shaped like your drunk uncle Chester at thankgiving dinner (remember the one that liked you to play on his knee, you know the one that taught you
<falsetto> poetry)
sorry have to move on to more rewarding experiences this morning then heckling tadpoles. ta ta Dikl trklu
<falsetto> poetry)
sorry have to move on to more rewarding experiences this morning then heckling tadpoles. ta ta Dikl trklu