| Re: Joe likes "DYNAMITE"! by horus8 |
7-Aug-02/4:17 PM |
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AN poem of great smithery, you have tamed the words well. But how does Joe know the Pope? is he polish or simply a kabanos lover?
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| Re: NIGHTMILK SUNBLOOD by horus8 |
7-Aug-02/4:26 PM |
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| Re: NIGHTMILK SUNBLOOD by horus8 |
7-Aug-02/4:26 PM |
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| Re: Nobody's Story (A guide thru chaos) by horus8 |
7-Aug-02/4:49 PM |
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Whoreus my dear i offer kindly birthday words of advise, and i get nothing but poison, POISON in return. Well my feathered friend, i do not wish to beak up the party, have a super day, don't listen to the john, jim, mick, sam, phil, or anyother lover of horses, or should that be horuses.
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| Re: Nobody's Story (A guide thru chaos) by horus8 |
7-Aug-02/4:56 PM |
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do try to stop peeing on me you wouldn't want to fry your cock in an electronic blaze, or are you going through a phaze, like all young pups do, being infatuated by poo, and all things that are bodily excreted, and all could have been saved if only you'd remained seated, at the desk at the desk where you write, and had not set your sights, on peeing on me. It will OH yes it will end in tears.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
9-Aug-02/5:07 PM |
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Are you a dainty lady, or is he a mammoth man. try one in each i do beseech. you may like it (if you can). Or is indeed his penis tiny. a helmet small but oh so shiny. You hand a most deform-ed sight, you hide it well until the night. when passions flair and you tell your lover, we are most wonderous each as the other, but wake to find suns morning glare, has ruined the images you built with care
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9-Aug-02/5:19 PM |
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People often berate the cloying words employed by teenagers to explain their tiresome little feelings, no cloying words here.
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| Re: A Dream Awakened by impaired |
9-Aug-02/5:53 PM |
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This has merit, much as yesterdays newspaper. (when one has run out of course!)
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14-Aug-02/4:08 PM |
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Good bob! If you were god i would curse your name to the four corners of the flat uninspired world you had created. i would burn priests and torture all people named god(or bob).
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14-Aug-02/4:13 PM |
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I got to the second verse and gave up. Rage against the machine? for the god lords saki, i need someting to drink, you hurt my head.
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| Re: Alone by Lil_Chick_512 |
14-Aug-02/4:45 PM |
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I fed my cat raw liver this moring. Later, in the heat of the day, i went walking in the wonderous sunshine only to find a swam of flies around an amorphous blob. The flies appeared to be communing with nature, their buzzing created an intensity i had rarely known. All because my cat can't stomach raw liver. My cat, even on an off day like today, is more creative than you.
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| Re: A little part by savannah |
14-Aug-02/4:55 PM |
Its like leaving the wine in the bottle for another night. But its such a young vintage, to drink it now would only be to spoil.
Fare-thy-well my child for i shall returne
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| Re: A piece i shall never play again by ==Doylum |
14-Aug-02/4:59 PM |
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This is an very personal poem, about my utter disgust at schools and their inability to give good blowjobbery lessons. Don't use yer teeth, don't try to rip it of with yer hand, and don;t gag on it. Simple really. It hurts me that you don't like it, it was a painful poem to write, as unpleasant as the lass who inspired it.
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14-Aug-02/5:02 PM |
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| Re: Strange but true by ==Doylum |
14-Aug-02/5:09 PM |
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well mine host, with these you are really spoiling us.
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14-Aug-02/5:48 PM |
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Dear handsome what have you done, you've made my ears bleed, i started to read your poem out loud but my poor little shell likes couldn't take it. Oh how I hate hipppies, rancid little scrotum breaths who in my experience simply turn everything they touch to shit.
Airy fairy, had a boogy all the fairies were there, tuti fruti did a beauty*, they all went out for air.
* cause of all that fucking stinky hippy shit he ate.
Handsome I had begun to like you again, but at the moment I am sorely dissapointed in you.
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| Re: apparitions of the city by kev-san |
14-Aug-02/5:49 PM |
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if ye can't be arsed to press return, i can't be arsed to read it.
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14-Aug-02/6:15 PM |
Cream tangarine, montelimar, ginger sling with a pinapple heart, a coffee dessert yes you know its good news.
But you have to have them all pulled out after the savoy truffle
Seems familiar dont it. Beat
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| Re: white harvest by <~> |
14-Aug-02/6:27 PM |
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Utterly shocking, you could have been so crude, and yet its all so mundane, how dissapointing.
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| Re: white harvest by <~> |
15-Aug-02/8:56 AM |
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au contraire my dear they at least do not have to deal with you with such immediacy. The dissapointment of the gready coperation is nought compaired to the spurned lustings of a ranker. To them you are nothing but a statistic (one of a million filthy scabs) on the yearly balance sheet. To me your your place amongst the great unwahed disheartens to the core
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