replying on Ambiguous Love Poem For A Girl I Once Knew by poetandknowit
20 Nov 2004, 5:04 PM
Of course not, but I've grown up since then.
replying on The Folded Ways Your Eyes Cave by horus8
13 Nov 2004, 12:00 AM
120% fudge; You nigger.
on Remembrance by dragonfly
12 Nov 2004, 11:48 PM
Like it was yesterday.
on Thereâs A Voice Deep Inside My Head by celticskatermatt1
12 Nov 2004, 4:38 PM
See, this is a perfect example of why you should be paying attention to that giant black cock up your ass instead.
on Only You by hatedestruction
12 Nov 2004, 4:33 PM
Just when I thought shit had been explored in all its carefully packed splendor, I step in this.
on Four Wheels, Curves, and Curbs by thekrow
12 Nov 2004, 4:31 PM
A fat gack of mulched cod.
on Dan by dougsoderstrom
12 Nov 2004, 3:35 PM
Faggery of the highest possible level.
replying on A Spring bird in November (Edit) by Sasha
10 Nov 2004, 4:04 PM
Enbrowned bird
on A Spring bird in November (Edit) by Sasha
10 Nov 2004, 4:03 PM
A fistfull of fuck.
on Beard my Homemade Negro Jesus (Improved! With AIDS!) by Everyone
10 Nov 2004, 3:50 PM
This is a fabulous pot roast. The best.
on The Old Man by spriggan
1 Nov 2004, 4:30 PM
Yes, I clearly see his crippled maw.
on From Womb To Wood by Caducus
1 Nov 2004, 4:27 PM
Christ...
on This path by midnitebeauty101
28 Oct 2004, 9:58 PM
S0-So.
replying on AIDS in a van by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
28 Oct 2004, 12:52 PM
Lord Byron couldn't tackle a cane that part timed as an opium pipe with a pair of birch tits carved into it.
But I agree with you on your other observations.
But I agree with you on your other observations.
replying on Transposed by <{Baba^Yaga}>
24 Oct 2004, 11:44 PM
I'm sorry, but did your face just squelch?
Let us review your comment, shall we?
First off: It's not that I dislike your
writing, it's just that it's a dime a dozen.
Second -- It seems to me your apparent hang-up
with me has nothing to do with poetry, but rather
your impressions of who, or what, I might be.
Proving why I hate fucks like yourselve, see, it's
really never about reality, it's always about your fears and insecurities, and your need to prove something, to who, or what?
Only you know, probably father problems surfacing late in life.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm quite sane, rich, fulfilled, and thoroughly enjoying my beautiful family, and artistic endeavors. There's enough room for the booth of us in this great life friend. Although privacy, honor, and respect have taken a backseat to Republican lap snorkling god humpers like yourself, I still feel GOOD.
Let us review your comment, shall we?
First off: It's not that I dislike your
writing, it's just that it's a dime a dozen.
Second -- It seems to me your apparent hang-up
with me has nothing to do with poetry, but rather
your impressions of who, or what, I might be.
Proving why I hate fucks like yourselve, see, it's
really never about reality, it's always about your fears and insecurities, and your need to prove something, to who, or what?
Only you know, probably father problems surfacing late in life.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm quite sane, rich, fulfilled, and thoroughly enjoying my beautiful family, and artistic endeavors. There's enough room for the booth of us in this great life friend. Although privacy, honor, and respect have taken a backseat to Republican lap snorkling god humpers like yourself, I still feel GOOD.