replying on Plucking hearts and banjo by horus8
1 Jun 2003, 4:05 PM
No, go fuck yourself with a portable radio.
replying on Dont break my heart by Cali
1 Jun 2003, 11:13 AM
But she's into to partying and animals?
replying on There is no Happy Hour in Bakersfield, Ca. by horus8
1 Jun 2003, 10:47 AM
nothing I can't fix.
on I Am(Defined) by lil cindy lu who
31 May 2003, 11:50 PM
5.
on Taken Captive by lil cindy lu who
31 May 2003, 11:50 PM
I went to dance but my legs fell off.
on Afraid to love you by lil cindy lu who
31 May 2003, 11:49 PM
Impossible to dance to I give it a 4.
replying on I shot speed by horus8
31 May 2003, 11:48 PM
Anyone that would dance to this is five
on The Application by Fear of Garbage
31 May 2003, 9:27 PM
Thief, otherwise tragically hip and audacious.
replying on There is no Happy Hour in Bakersfield, Ca. by horus8
31 May 2003, 7:47 PM
I demand that you force your daughter to read more poetry, because she is just moving through a circle of bad writing habits at this point in time that inexcusable, really, she needs to read poetry, a lot of powerful poetry Welsh, Italian, French, Rimbaud, Dylan thomas, poe, Ezra pound, Jack kerouak because her poetry is suffering from a close minded selfish neglect that few recover from, and no poet should do that to poetry ever whether it's their own or not.
on The Best This Dream Can Offer(Revised) by Deborah Carter
31 May 2003, 6:24 PM
Spectral
on Shapeless Love by DeadtotheWorld
30 May 2003, 9:13 PM
"---Black bile oozed between Grandfather's lips, and
dripped onto the attendant's bloated abdomen. The
drip became a trickle, which became a steady stream,
and soon he was vomiting a thick torrent of the
shining liquid.
---Where it touched the attendant, it boiled and
frothed and formed a sickly lather, and as it
bubbled it ate away at the flesh. The skin on the
man's stomach was becoming liquid and starting to
slide around. Beads of blood sprang up where the
upper layer had been completely dissolved.
---Grandfather's head lolled forward, and underneath his
bushy, flaking eyebrows, his blind eyes rolled
insanely. With a sudden fluid movement of his arm,
he unhooked the straight razor from its holster and
flipped out the dull blade. It was just as he
remembered.
---His obscenely gnarled hands trembled, and his
breath was rapid. Grandfather hunched over the
attendant, reaching out and stroking the places that
had been prepared by the mucus. His jaw still hung
slightly open as he bent down for a closer view...
---And Grandfather began to shave."
dripped onto the attendant's bloated abdomen. The
drip became a trickle, which became a steady stream,
and soon he was vomiting a thick torrent of the
shining liquid.
---Where it touched the attendant, it boiled and
frothed and formed a sickly lather, and as it
bubbled it ate away at the flesh. The skin on the
man's stomach was becoming liquid and starting to
slide around. Beads of blood sprang up where the
upper layer had been completely dissolved.
---Grandfather's head lolled forward, and underneath his
bushy, flaking eyebrows, his blind eyes rolled
insanely. With a sudden fluid movement of his arm,
he unhooked the straight razor from its holster and
flipped out the dull blade. It was just as he
remembered.
---His obscenely gnarled hands trembled, and his
breath was rapid. Grandfather hunched over the
attendant, reaching out and stroking the places that
had been prepared by the mucus. His jaw still hung
slightly open as he bent down for a closer view...
---And Grandfather began to shave."
on the past is the past is past by phbiscuit
30 May 2003, 9:11 PM
fat ass.
on Untouchable by darkshark
30 May 2003, 9:09 PM
Firm
on Twilight's Sweet Embrace by kassanna
30 May 2003, 8:27 PM
I believe you can do much better then this, and unlike Sir heff and Johny boy, I will pull it out of you out inch by inch out of thick poetic love, and not scrotismal boy hood pressure. lol
on Seclusion (missing chorus) by Felzpoet
29 May 2003, 3:01 PM
I'm convinced that you could fuck up a bag of tube socks before even wearing them. You must be punished.
replying on Plastic Posies by BleedingRose
29 May 2003, 2:12 PM
Are you in love with my alter ego?
on Cliche by Blue Magpie
28 May 2003, 3:27 PM
Oh, I see, ten duh, shit that means all of mine are off, fuck, back to the drawing board. that will atleast give me something to edit tonight.
Great Sonnet.
Great Sonnet.