on some deleted poem
16 May 2006, 1:01 PM
Well, you came back from the dead! Plan to zero bomb the entire rankerdome again? ;)
on Hello Rockmage!! by SupremeDreamer
16 Jan 2007, 7:09 PM
Zero this bitch. har har har.
Savvy?
Savvy?
on Send The Devil... by horus8
22 Nov 2006, 11:10 AM
Alas, it is good... I haven't spoken to you in awhile horus. I've finally gotten round to reading Manly P Halls book, and a curiosity holds me- Are you a mason? This question feels stupid, then again, it's better to get stupidities out of the way.
Aside from that, how are you doing you fuckin bastard? My new email is sdreamer2234@yahoo.com - maybe I'll hear from you soon.
Peace. And heres a ten, though we both know it means nothing.
Aside from that, how are you doing you fuckin bastard? My new email is sdreamer2234@yahoo.com - maybe I'll hear from you soon.
Peace. And heres a ten, though we both know it means nothing.
on SNOGGO's Adolescent Adventure in Sidmouth by Edna Sweetlove
13 Dec 2006, 8:56 AM
Oh snoggo... such an emotional moron. C'mon now, getting paid to shag monroe ain't bad.
on OI! The Brown Flame by SupremeDreamer
29 Nov 2006, 10:53 AM
Boredome and Ignorance. Alas I'm held captive.
on Edna's Christmas Farewell by Edna Sweetlove
4 Jan 2007, 10:03 AM
Just shoot yourself already woman.
on some deleted poem
31 Jan 2007, 9:50 AM
Dood, is this a parody waiting to happen? A title already formed in my head man:
"Walking in the Dark"
Plus you know this is so fake. Who the fuck fishes for dinner at the park? What park would this be? Not even homeless people fish out of the park river here in San Jose, and I should know, I'm homeless.
That aside, everything is cliche to the max. I'll give you a one for the attempt though. :P
"Walking in the Dark"
Plus you know this is so fake. Who the fuck fishes for dinner at the park? What park would this be? Not even homeless people fish out of the park river here in San Jose, and I should know, I'm homeless.
That aside, everything is cliche to the max. I'll give you a one for the attempt though. :P
on some deleted poem
31 Jan 2007, 9:52 AM
And yes, I suck at math. Blow me.
on Controlled Euthanasia by Dovina
31 Jan 2007, 9:59 AM
I pressed in the plunger
and ran to the john
afraid but not sorry
it had to be done
Ok, say this out loud to yourself. Notice anything? I do. John doesn't ryhme with done. Perhaps Don, but not done. That aside, I bless you with an eight.
and ran to the john
afraid but not sorry
it had to be done
Ok, say this out loud to yourself. Notice anything? I do. John doesn't ryhme with done. Perhaps Don, but not done. That aside, I bless you with an eight.
on Let's praise great Britannia's golden days of now and then by Edna Sweetlove
3 Feb 2007, 12:28 PM
So, Edna, who is the anonymous admirer? That's what I'd like to know.
And as for sweet, you appear quite bitter, M'lady.
Lack of love perhaps? Or an overabundance of self-love?
Lack-a-day! Who can say? Still it perplexes me.
And as for sweet, you appear quite bitter, M'lady.
Lack of love perhaps? Or an overabundance of self-love?
Lack-a-day! Who can say? Still it perplexes me.
on self-suffocation by Phalkon
9 Feb 2007, 12:40 PM
"i tendons tear apart"
Eh? What in holy fuck is with the I? Is it a disease? Did you somehow fool yourself into thinking it was necessary, like you convinced yourself that sharing this pimple-lyric to the world was a brilliant undertaking?
Allow me to compact this whole thing, though I can not preserve its claim to being a lyric in the process:
Silly emotions have flooded my hormone filled head
so much that I now wish to be very very dead;
but my grip on the .36 is slipping due to my tears,
hampering my attempt to fill my cranium with lead--
so instead, I'll wail till blood comes out y'ears
in the form of a bad lyric you'll wish y'never read.
Not bad eh? In fact, I think I'll post this. Oh, and heres a resounding zero. Do us all a favor, smoke some weed, and find something that inspires better creativity... OK? Or slit your wrists, you know, whatever works.
Eh? What in holy fuck is with the I? Is it a disease? Did you somehow fool yourself into thinking it was necessary, like you convinced yourself that sharing this pimple-lyric to the world was a brilliant undertaking?
Allow me to compact this whole thing, though I can not preserve its claim to being a lyric in the process:
Silly emotions have flooded my hormone filled head
so much that I now wish to be very very dead;
but my grip on the .36 is slipping due to my tears,
hampering my attempt to fill my cranium with lead--
so instead, I'll wail till blood comes out y'ears
in the form of a bad lyric you'll wish y'never read.
Not bad eh? In fact, I think I'll post this. Oh, and heres a resounding zero. Do us all a favor, smoke some weed, and find something that inspires better creativity... OK? Or slit your wrists, you know, whatever works.
on Ode to a Pimple-Lyric Spawned by Phalkon's Greasy Face. by SupremeDreamer
9 Feb 2007, 12:50 PM
Er, ehem, could this be considered an improper limerick? I know it doesn't fit the particular rhyme scheme and such.. ah, fuck it, whatever.
on Cupid Missed Two Junkies (slightly clearer, rambling draft) by Ranger
8 Feb 2007, 3:54 PM
This needs a bit of consideration, and more defined shaping of the scene.
While the title presupposes the theme, it as it stands now is a little confusing to me; basically, I'm wondering if you have a pretty good image & mental snapshot of the of this man, posed in that odd bodily articulation assumed just before & during the coveted arrival of deathly-bliss; the opiate rushing
of the soul towards oblivion...
Or if he just discovered that it was laced with acid and had a sporadic thought, or image, of enhancing the coming madness with the consumtion of an bloody orange.
In short, I'd be happy to see this piece recieve some sharper definition. The image and thought this poem grasps for is worth perfecting. Till then, mate, heres a seven.
While the title presupposes the theme, it as it stands now is a little confusing to me; basically, I'm wondering if you have a pretty good image & mental snapshot of the of this man, posed in that odd bodily articulation assumed just before & during the coveted arrival of deathly-bliss; the opiate rushing
of the soul towards oblivion...
Or if he just discovered that it was laced with acid and had a sporadic thought, or image, of enhancing the coming madness with the consumtion of an bloody orange.
In short, I'd be happy to see this piece recieve some sharper definition. The image and thought this poem grasps for is worth perfecting. Till then, mate, heres a seven.
on Ode to a Pimple-Lyric Spawned by Phalkon's Greasy Face. by SupremeDreamer
10 Feb 2007, 4:06 PM
Just a question concerning the verse, would any one agree that it would be better if I changed it from
"so much that I now wish to be very very dead;"
to
"so much so, that now I wish to be very very dead;" ?
Opinions everyone?
"so much that I now wish to be very very dead;"
to
"so much so, that now I wish to be very very dead;" ?
Opinions everyone?
on a days journey by donmiguel1960
9 Feb 2007, 1:18 PM
I'm groping frantically for a solemn place to escape the foul flatulent winds howling from your asshole.
It's better not to try grasping what isn't there, rather than seizing the flatulence wafting through
your cranium's stale, hollow, and oxygen-deprived air.
It's better not to try grasping what isn't there, rather than seizing the flatulence wafting through
your cranium's stale, hollow, and oxygen-deprived air.
on some deleted poem
10 Feb 2007, 2:03 PM
You have jaguars in your veranda? This has the feel of an acid trip in that case. The last line is limp.. I say cut it off. Oh, I also suggest some other title, unless you reside in the middle of the amazonian jungle.
Eight.
Eight.
on some deleted poem
10 Feb 2007, 2:24 PM
First stanza warrants a six.
Second stanza, due to being bloated by verbosity, a two.
Third stanza could have sufficed to express the entire posting, thus I'm obliged to bless it with ten!!
Second stanza, due to being bloated by verbosity, a two.
Third stanza could have sufficed to express the entire posting, thus I'm obliged to bless it with ten!!
on some deleted poem
10 Feb 2007, 4:30 PM
Purr, it is bad taste to vote for yourself anonymously.
Therefor I must retract my previous vote of ten, and subsequently profer a zero.
Therefor I must retract my previous vote of ten, and subsequently profer a zero.