Re: Under Blood Oak by horus8	3-Oct-03/10:31 PM
Dog wood blossoms have the mark of the nails that bore the weight of Jesus wrists and feet you can see the rusted blood stained blossoms in the shape of the cross.. so the tale goes a drop of blood on the shrub,, red sea exodus to freedom between huge walls of salt water its all very deep< one can be marked before birth the red under the bark skin muscle blood..this is someone very close to him blood line spiritual past life memory,No one makes anyone pry its a primal urge a uncontrolable search of closure the red sea is not very deep in all reality thus the crossing..but limbs at dusk Hmm?Arc under..?Think,,Forget all gods andmark regardless of the season time ,,keeps us all from beloved oaks, willowspalm trees,,are the fish (Sperm)Swimming slippery wonderfull sensual and holy/ The Third Isis>
Re: Aluminum Shackles - Titanium Quills by SupremeDreamer	4-Oct-03/4:55 AM
I once had a bike with a titanium frame. It hung itself. you mispelled a "truly" terrifficly, YES!
Re: ocd by FreeFormFixation	4-Oct-03/4:58 AM
The best cure for it is good food, more sleep, lots of water, and whatever you do DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT IN THE BATHROOM! ah fuck it I'm spun as a hamster in rat cage and I got a lovely pimple on the side of my jaw curently that will require a mud application for certain, but one is always btter than scratching and picking and making two.
Re: Roman Toes Power the Local Crushery by DreamerSupreme	4-Oct-03/5:00 AM
THat would be 'me-sky'. " of my mouth." THat should be a me and no y.
Re: Some follow marchers- others take time to understand it. by SupremeDreamer	4-Oct-03/5:04 AM
"is still is a favored paint." one too many is' "but have an abudant supply" lose the have. Oh, and i'm pleased to see you finally mellowing out. You'll have plenty of time to kill later, once it all builds up again like it always does.
regarding some deleted poem...	4-Oct-03/5:20 AM
Before Mother's Eyes (Free verse) by ItalyAngel A spectacular horusian edit Mother never knew adoration. She survived on sequence alone, and scarcity Her eyes stitching in cotton. Never tasting silk or satin. On bruised knee she prayed for better days eager for solace & to keep her children snugged up safe. Safer than what she had known of herself earlier, thinner. Breakfronts bare, we sipped on pungent scraps- six soiled faces- jovial before mother’s fixing eyes, Forever gratified to have seen her as she tried, and feel it deliver us, and comfort her. Our bellies blistered the split- unfilled yet, we never let on of hunger beneath any day clear or grey instead we prepared our beds to say our prayers, when said, of quilted splinter and grew to value her listening cure. Because she did, her ears missed nothing. Life’s intricacies shall not change me Or imply I see another... Forever, there's only my mother. I guess I'll give you a 7, because, none of your poetry is quite there yet, but it might be.
Re: When by Cairsten	4-Oct-03/6:47 AM
It's missing something? Since we know you are ashes early on be fore you tell us you've burned, why say what we know? It's Rhedundant. Try this instead. When (Free verse) by Cairsten When they ask you what to say of me? Some day, not unthinkably far off... Tell them the truth. When they give me into your hands. Reduced to a pile of fine ash fit only to feed some lesser long-lived blooms... When they ask you how I would've wanted to be remembered? Tell them only this: I've turned in.
regarding some deleted poem...	4-Oct-03/10:31 AM
Well, you won a wanker award! That's even better than me parodizing you. Legal action? Will your fiancee help me rewrite the constitution? It seems weird al and mel brooks have been secretly planning to parodize Charleton Heston hunting with automatic weapons in the backyard (his) and no first or second amendment rights tsk. That's illegal. We should call the FBI! You know, if you view your pieces now, through my magical filters, they've really matured, and it's not like I blatantly copied them (though i did)? I even left some good quotes, from you, in both pieces.
regarding some deleted poem...	4-Oct-03/1:25 PM
Roaming animals don't do well in Zoos. Either do cud chewing cattle so take a picture before it's all gone back to the dinosaurs and meaty ferns
Re: Blissful the Fungae Forest by peaceseeker	4-Oct-03/1:30 PM
Pleasant, and a spiritual lift through nature. Especially now in a time of unatural crap abroad at every juxt.
Re: My love for Katie by Stephen Robins	6-Oct-03/9:24 AM
Amen.
Re: Squeeze it out... by mrpresident	6-Oct-03/9:28 AM
Turds like that are better left unflushed for the next unsuspecting depositer.
regarding some deleted poem...	6-Oct-03/4:27 PM
"Gone, gone, gone. Where am I again? Where is home?" I would drop this from the end entirely, otherwise mmmmmmm.
Re: L'epopeé du Poèt Divin by airmankeg	6-Oct-03/4:38 PM
Christ! Where's my visine?
Re: the meeting by richa	6-Oct-03/4:40 PM
Incredible.
Re: Not On Your Nelly by Wobble McFly	14-Oct-03/2:04 PM
"The modern story, involving the torture of an American journalist (David Smith) by a military doctor (Alex Burghart), and the journalist's rescue by a soldier (Stephen Karam) is merged into myth when the characters take on new identities: the doctor as Hermes, messenger of Zeus, the solider as Prometheus, and the victim as mankind." The last time I was a "solider"? I was a giant chunk of Gay Dry Ice. Repeatedly refusing to melt I smoked like an angry crack, an grunmbling volcanic gourge making the tourists lick their finger and staple huge flaming peeneye to their foreheads. Unfortunately, a young wisened lad with an industrial condom fork came along and threw my heaving cloudy carcass into the rubbish where as I then wept to death next to a head of buzzing kale.
regarding some deleted poem...	14-Oct-03/2:10 PM
A dose of something... indeed.
Re: sevenfourteenrobinson by FreeFormFixation	14-Oct-03/2:24 PM
PLEASE COMENT ON FRASER ALLONBY'S POEMS!
regarding some deleted poem...	14-Oct-03/2:31 PM
You should flog yourself with it (the soggy thing) haycock as many of these discarded fuzzy critters together as you can and we'll gas them up and jump into the piles with lit cigarretes! For a big Joke! Aint that creative! We'll call it "The anti shriners foundation" and march on pennys.
regarding some deleted poem...	14-Oct-03/2:35 PM
This is the first time I've bourne witness to the lighting 'up' of a queef, and rest my soul this will be the last.