Re: Forsaken Faults by DeadtotheWorld	29-Jun-03/2:33 PM
Boy, when I watch the gears in your mind spin, I have to reassure myself that there's always sundials just in case me and you are the last two alive.
Re: Herne by OneFingerAnswer	29-Jun-03/1:55 PM
"In that boggy bottom plight" "He rode upon the bay" Unless he owns it?
Re: a comment on Ack Bassward, or something like that by thepinkbunnyofdoom	29-Jun-03/1:49 PM
maybe even end it with & I soon got the knack.
Re: Ack Bassward, or something like that by thepinkbunnyofdoom	29-Jun-03/1:45 PM
Ack Bassward (freeverse) by TPBOD edited by horus8 Woke up early. Right around sunset. Made myself a bowl of whiskey ala cancer stick. Gobbled it down, and followed it up black label to red with a screwdriver (a flathead). Walked outside to my tone lemon motor tryke. Got on and drove to the lake. Four miles off a dirty road on a child's bike. So here I am. Just sitting on the shore of this Salton Sea inferno impersonating a hangout. When along comes this girl with a shake as clout. She's selling her virginity first hand over fist. So I figure why not? After all, her glow is kinda first & last kiss. I no sooner have it than she goes whore. Being a new virgin and naive to what explored, she took it back from me changed but not sore. Bitterly disappointed I ran off in a huff. After walking for an hour, gone mad in the buff I reached the dirtiest roads end. Where the pavement begins. But being of foul temperament & nude, I decide to use my thumb to pull a ride. Along came a biker, he said, "Tis warmer inside". Still retaining all of my stupidity, I decided against my better judgment brilliantly. and got on the back with a smack. Shortly there after, I was brought to the bar where he gathered with his pack. With Mod whispers they talked of things that could be. Sensing my impending doom I optioned to flee. A smokey bar with guards at the exits, but none watching the bathroom. So I walk in proclaiming 'a lizard drain', and whom should I meet with nothing to gain? A man clearly not able to hold his own liquor. So he held everyone elses & slept on the floor. Much as I hated myself, I stole his floral blouse. I then proceed to sneak out the window and creep out to where my mustached host had parked. I watched in terror as they pulled the drunken lout out where he was beatin stinky with a trout. Oddly enough the police arrived shortly there after and I was put into a cage for being nude without a gown or a cathater. I told my story convincing with winks Until a shrink came in with a pen, but no ink. Suddenly I was two feet tall, and the cat lost my tongue. I ended up confessing to everything. Boy the songs this bird sung. There after in the cell right next to me. Was a man selling more than his dignity. For a cigarette and a favor, I didn't intend to live up too, he let me have it, twice, what can a boy do?. Shortly there after, again, I managed to convince them that I was insane. They put me alone in my cell and the shrink came once again, this time with ink and no name. Again I became two mighty scared feet, but this time I ran out under all of their heat. I threw myself in through a laundry shoot. In the washing machine room I got to feeling cleaner and grew back. Maybe if I dressed like them they'd cut me some slack? I left twirling my night stick & never looked back.
Re: shadows of love by crwncka1	28-Jun-03/9:13 AM
Or a lighter in the crowd.
Re: location 999 by crwncka1	28-Jun-03/9:11 AM
Try a shower and a brisk walk.
Re: hurricane love by crwncka1	28-Jun-03/9:09 AM
What's a polar shift than, The love of one pole for another. THE GAYE! hate must be what makes my microwave beep than, huh.
Re: Blind Walk Into Poem Ranker by DreamerSupreme	28-Jun-03/8:59 AM
"Speaking words that I thought Was meant to strike fear" were not was. Control one l. Yeah, Joy luck is Settle, the boy genius. He's way beyond Mensa. He's a Risdi brat, Ivy league tit, and skilled in twilightzone poetry. He's The only other sic lunatic on the site besides me and da, and equally as good. There's also Christof, Poet and knowit, and a few others that are poets beyond the norm, so don't go spouting in a fountain lest you be wet and caught off guard. This poetry of yours is in desperate need of style, you need to develop your own poetic gimmick, something different about your poetry. The wording the shape the texture, but stop writing about that silly demon, heaven and hell crap, and pain and blood and all that trite shit. It's pointless because no one will bother with it, because, if they wanted fantasy they would read a real fantasy author that does it right, not a kid swinging at the fences.
Re: Sage by DreamerSupreme	28-Jun-03/8:39 AM
Beautiful, has one l. Also, be careful that your poetry doesn't chase it's own tale.
Re: -=Dark_Angel_Has_Gone_Missing=- by wEdible Underpantsw	27-Jun-03/8:36 PM
Wish I was too, lucky bastard.
Re: a comment on On Someone's Dick by JoyLuck	27-Jun-03/8:29 PM
Actually, they hang a weigh quite a suspending palmful, it's to warm out here for them to be hanging around (rigid) up there.
Re: a comment on Hard on (Lyric) by John K by Bachus	27-Jun-03/7:13 PM
Enlighten me, I'm sure I'll be impressed.
Re: Hard on (Lyric) by John K by Bachus	27-Jun-03/12:46 PM
I amaze even myself these days. Ah life is good, Yes, it doesn't get better than this.
Re: The Farmer's In His Den... by Yardbird	27-Jun-03/12:02 PM
A cold bowl of shoup and sheeze toast. So antihumor I didn't even bother to shake my head or my cock. I just flushed and left.
Re: a comment on -=Dark_Angel_Is_No_Longer_Funny=- by wEdible Underpantsw	27-Jun-03/11:56 AM
It's neither it's British humor, which ranks right up there with buying a duraflamelog from a Dot head at 711.
Re: -=Dark_Angel_Is_No_Longer_Funny=- by wEdible Underpantsw	27-Jun-03/11:53 AM
I assure you, no one in America gives a flung fuck about you, him, or her, or India. Channel 4 (nbc) in the states is loved by the multitudes because it caters to niggers, wiggers, and chiggers by the Jews for the Jews , period. Go wank on that Earl Grey.
Re: On Someone's Dick by JoyLuck	27-Jun-03/11:44 AM
Barely, unfortunately, and since I've gained two hundred pounds, MIA.
Re: Cancer (Lyric) by Twiggy by Shardik	27-Jun-03/11:40 AM
We should do a whole show using these parodys, a mel brooking tribute to the "It's all good" and "Whatever" generation of American teen fucklings. Complete with exploding puppy poop and Gameboys.
Re: -=Dark_Angel_Is_No_Longer_Funny=- by wEdible Underpantsw	26-Jun-03/2:04 PM
-=Or_Gold_Panning_With_A_Mule_Banning=-
Re: a comment on I fucked my sister (2 She's pregnant!) by <{Baba^Yaga}>	26-Jun-03/1:52 PM
The clattering of my hooves are recognizable to a mole's ears too, the poor blind creatures. I fear the hoe has made quick work of the sunning little devils.