Re: Seasonal Memories by ErgoErgun	29-Jul-02/3:50 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
Re: Jericho by goldfish	29-Jul-02/3:46 PM
thank god this heap of steaming crocodile shit has been tossed out of number one. it's Virgilw/out the virgin. que lastima pinche
Re: In my weakest hour, I find my true strength by Rainbow_chaser	29-Jul-02/3:34 PM
The pot holes get deeper after eachwinter. can't wait for the county to fix them? get bigger tires. ignore
Re: A Voice Found by Blake	29-Jul-02/2:30 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.
Re: Untitled by ErgoErgun	29-Jul-02/2:18 PM
next time. we'll go together. with straws and hyacinth maccaws. beat them at there own game.
Re: Note 2 Myself by Jigg	29-Jul-02/2:15 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
Re: Advice Given On Drama by Blake	29-Jul-02/1:05 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.
Re: Birth in the Valley of Liquor by horus8	29-Jul-02/12:55 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
Re: Signs and Wonders by timfowler	29-Jul-02/12:46 AM
now this.. this. this is rimbaud-morrison(jim) fucking super-candid voltair original. i'm even going to step out of my heckling mode for a sec and pat you on the ass. now get back to work before i read too much more plankton and not enough sharkfin. you are that fin, you are beak. you win the horus8 late night in the trenches fiasco. you get the golden Cue-tip. sleep wellh
Re: #13 by mikejedw	29-Jul-02/12:38 AM
Brambles from my cock First, a puff, then something. hookers hemorhoid
Re: The Life by emilyowey	29-Jul-02/12:35 AM
He is mikey, turn the cereal box around.
Re: Forever Tired by Antares42	29-Jul-02/12:33 AM
you must. so do. pooc
Re: breathtaking by j_beckfield	29-Jul-02/12:31 AM
You bring the lipstick i'll bring my arse. get some frickin self esteem.Freud is crawling out of the grave currently. to piece your dilema back together(zombie, cocaine, shrink). then. I. put beak. in you.ASL.. p.s if you clip your mooseknuckle it will grow bigger and stronger. good luck.e
Re: TELL ME WHERE THE GUN IS! by http://janglingjack	28-Jul-02/10:49 PM
your gun is at the hooked on ebonics center. Get it. then turn it on you poo. Deerhunter. you are not chris walken. u r beak! your turn table is old and from a bad muslim pawn shop. mine is gold and trendy. Brand new from the jew. i hit my bong and bid you a'due. both of my socks are ladened with drugs, and i have the finger speed to deliver big sliver <moose knuckles>. my various cunts comb my hair as i lie naked all day snorting china white (Baldwin had nothing on me in the Shadow). they are hot naked oriental cunts with big tits. besides, my pet monkey can read. You fail.e
Re: Hands by cattatplay	28-Jul-02/10:25 PM
okay. i'm going to put my heart back in for just a second.. there..(i do dirty deeds done dirt cheap call me we will fuck this guy up with all kinds of different torture instruments..did he touch your vagina.. shit!.. nevermind me..of course he did..it was u_nder the table.. i say we quarter him with horses..who's with me..lynch mob..lych mob lynch mob. david lynch for president. merryl lynch investing.. sorry strayed..back to the hands and the message at hand. leave w. virginia, and smack your mom, kick your dad square in the nuts. light the whole place on fire...start over..god bless "sydney sheldon" IS A MOLESTED CHILD AND SO AM I" see that wasn't so bad..thanxe
Re: The Crutchling by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	28-Jul-02/10:09 PM
oh.. i see how it is.. pull out the ole instigating comment pre-reply trick huh.. so that now i look like a mescalined coulophobic at the circus.. bass-turdo
Re: The Crutchling by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	28-Jul-02/9:32 PM
1) it was the chicken hawk that gets to get scotch taped to my scrotum. 2)"police drama" .....well.. figured that. dyke. 3)i never said that i was a "street poete" u did dik. 4)you shouldn't take your homosexual misinterpertation out on the fetus's, we need that stuff for hair conditioner and science and other highly honorable causes. (what # am i on..oh) 5)your uncle told me about steve. I'm sorry..i lend my sorrow to your grief. he was well hung and will be missed around the baths. ciao darling..
Re: To Kiss by Jody Conn	28-Jul-02/9:16 PM
"holy carpet munchers batman". said the boy squanderer. I better tighten my utility belt and mask!" quirked the dark knighty night. i say three maybe. maybe. not. 2 for your poo.
Re: The Crutchling by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	28-Jul-02/8:25 PM
you r silk underwear stained wretched. you rhyme in time sublime, but....i am the crutchling. naw i'm hard you win. you win foghorn leghorns chicken hawk. scotchtaped to my scrotum. p.s. i'll trade you the microfilm for "the special bumper sticker". Shhhhhh.m
Re: CityClub by wolfgang	28-Jul-02/6:49 PM
ahh.. i smell the pork shoulder and my special bbq sauce has slain the... whatever, (enough) (go blo clam chowder, "dark one" i'm pushing for mollie) fuck both of you guys for even wanting to comment on a comment--<no that's not right> ..anyway what was that pile of shit i stepped in three inches above this comment line.. oh your poem.. i give you no rattle-snake belt with buckle young man. god is a toilet flush, so flush or get of the pot. i say microwave your faggotrIES then come back with better rhetoric or die DIE. just kidding lets do luncho