regarding some deleted poem...	23-Sep-04/5:22 AM
Pigswill
regarding some deleted poem...	23-Sep-04/5:23 AM
Mildly shit.
Re: Head On by Bachus	23-Sep-04/5:24 AM
Utter nonsense.
regarding some deleted poem...	23-Sep-04/5:37 AM
I have just seen your face on your blog and realise why London was so unwelcoming to you. You see you are clearly of the lower to lower middle orders, you have the face of a queer and quite possibly the tattered hoop of a practicising Quendo. Anyone with a face like yours wearing that ghastly orange shirt wandering around central London would rightly be castigated as a foreign pauper who should not be encouraged to come back. London is quite the best city in the world if you are rich, not a practising homo and have an iota of sartorial elegance - no fucker in an orange shirt with a massively ugly face is going to be admitted anywhere worth going in London. I pity you and your feeble Canadian features.
regarding some deleted poem...	27-Sep-04/5:05 AM
You are prize pillock.
Re: Absurdly Hairy Quendo by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w	1-Oct-04/7:27 AM
Both shit, the first one less so than the second.
Re: Northern lights by Mr Pig	1-Oct-04/8:50 AM
East of Aberdeen, From oil rigs to pink hued sea Piper Alpha burns.
regarding some deleted poem...	14-Oct-04/5:44 AM
I think the fabric of this poem is all the stronger for a lack of punctuation. That aside, the actual content is filth, absolute muck, the kind of deranged ramblings of a chav tramp hungering after her next method of teenage pregnancy.
Re: Schisms by Dovina	14-Oct-04/6:02 AM
A splendid juxtaposition. Answering as many questions as it poses, closing as many doors at it opens. A maginicent edifice upon which to build the real foundations of a splendid career in observational poetry. Not many people take on the whole God versus Darwin theme and fewer still succeed in such a candid and abstract formulation to illustrate the stark, and when highlighted, glaring similar differences. The whole poem revolves around the forest/record counter-analogy which is such a subtle play on the words as to probably escape the grasp of most rankers. Although a pithy crumb to offer up to an altar of omni-knowledge, I would like to highlight that there is a word which transcends the two halves of this poem. And that I am afraid is the brogue. Neither the creation, alone, of a deity nor the result of man's need to clad his feet, the brogue typifies the grey areas left untrammelled by your fine words. The brogue is an example of the expedience of evolution confronting the glory of ornate religion combining to suffuse the surface of an otherwise ugly, plain shoe with the beauty of a greater more magnificent entity. In summary I believe this poem would be better had you alluded to the brogues role in whole creation debate. I believe Darwin himself was a man clad from ankle to toe in the finest brogues from the whole of Northampton.
Re: Jesu Vs. The Hells Angels On Viagra by horus8	14-Oct-04/6:55 AM
Astounding.
regarding some deleted poem...	14-Oct-04/12:18 PM
It disgusts me that this is the first comment on one of my most tasteless poemes.
Re: Who is deserving of all my love by zodiac	26-Oct-04/2:22 AM
Splendid, like a piece of warm toast firmly wedged in the buttocks of an Arab child.
regarding some deleted poem...	26-Oct-04/2:26 AM
Firstly will Ben appreciate having his name rhymed with win? Secondly, I "turned up" in my shorts over the prospect of Andrea, is she really as you portray her? or is she actually the least facially corrupted cripple on your sunshine bus full of mentally deficients.
Re: repeated sins, repeated prayer by oneglove	27-Oct-04/5:11 AM
Prayer is ok but have you tried heroin? Honestly it is the panacea!
Re: Call upon the wrath of god on ye by Imago	1-Nov-04/1:14 AM
This is a terrible drooping hobo stain on a brilliant white sofa.
Re: Going Blind by Sasha	1-Nov-04/5:34 AM
You are still a massive cock.
Re: Beard my Homemade Negro Jesus (Improved! With AIDS!) by Everyone	8-Nov-04/2:24 AM
My negro made his escape, With a beard made of a Crepe, He didn't get far, For a distinguishing scar, I declared the season's most whimsical jape! My Jesus was bearded in milk, To distinguish him from his ilk, But it turned to cheese, As he died of disease, But the stilton tasted like silk. I bearded my Jesus with cricket, His face was a splendid wicket, A portable ground, With Tests' to astound, It soon cost a guinea a ticket! I bearded my Jesus with a brogue, To ensure he was en Vogue, The ladies fainted, To see footwear tainted, By my negro Jesus rogue!
Re: Beyond Love by Dovina	8-Nov-04/5:52 AM
Are you getting any at the moment Dovina?
regarding some deleted poem...	8-Nov-04/6:48 AM
I can't wait for the Autumn 2002!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever watched andrea in the lockeroom and marvelled at what it must be like to have a pair of breasts?
Re: Small Town Tavern by NinjaPoet	9-Nov-04/3:01 AM
dross