Re: Lethal Weapon by poetandkonwit	3-Aug-03/1:09 AM
Matt, Matt, Matt. Here I was all geared up for some fine and biting satire at my own expense and all you give me is Gordon Lightfoot. I thought Canadians are supposed to have a better educational system then the US, smarter undergrads and all. You have the statistics somewhere! But wait, you have to finish the new Mega Man video game before you can reveal them. You go for my dear dead mother again? What is the point? What are you after there? I am glad she is still weighing on your mind after so many months considering she was quite the woman. So, what kind of Canadian are you? Oh yes, the kind that hang out with other folks that get a kick out of watching 3000 people die. All while you and the gang are sitting around mommy and daddy's pool living the good life. Free health care and all. Oh yes, I remember. Is this really all you can muster? I mean are you really lacking sleep so much that your brain has fizzled to the point of no longer speaking in anything but D&D lingo and Barenaked Ladies lyrics. There is no subtext hidden beneath Be My Yokon Ono, I swear. Your mother will die one day, you know. And it may be from the likes of cancer. And you will have to sit and watch her rot away right in front of your eyes and you will come back to this site and read my dear dead mommy poems and cry yourself to sleep at night. She will piss out her own bile. Do you know what bile looks like? It is this brown goop. Dark brown. And looks like a runny shit but it is coming straight out of the liver into a little bag. And your mother will turn to you and look at you the only way a mother can look at the son she gave birth to and let you know that she cannot take it anymore. And maybe you will run across the entire fucking world looking for just one doctor. Just one who will say MAYBE? Maybe we can get a handle on this. But he will be the most unfeeling human on the earth and guinea pig your mother who I assume you love. And then she will leak from the incisions, it will be every place, and no matter how many towels you pull from the closet it will not be enough. And you will think to yourself, does the body really have this much shit in it. If there were really a god, wouldn't he/she have simplified things a bit? So, you are up to your knees in it. You mother is begging you to make it stop. To make everything stop, but you are ill equipped. You are unprepared to deal with this. And then you will have to deal with the hallucinations in the middle of the night as she is dying right in front of you. You had better start praying to Geddy Lee right now, my friend. Because karma has a way of crawling through locked doors.
Re: Watching My Childhood Vanish by Caducus	1-Aug-03/4:42 PM
The first two lines are almost good, well with and edit or two. Toss the rest.
Re: Damaged By 'Weakness' by Mr Pig	1-Aug-03/4:39 PM
Painful read. Horrible poem
Re: a comment on I, Ann Boleyn by http://mulberryfairy	31-Jul-03/7:12 PM
The one thing I hate worse then unshaven legs (yes, I shave my legs for the pleasure of feeling my smooth silky skin- I am shallow I warned you) is people who love the use of acronyms. What in God's name are you talking about?
Re: For my wife by INTRANSIT	31-Jul-03/6:45 PM
Two sexiest things on the planet: Cars and women. YEAH BUDDY! HOOOOO YEAH!!!!!!!!! Okay now, let's bump chests and rut for the ladies! HOOOOOOO YEAH! Oh yes, what the hell is a kiss with a doves wing? did she chop up dinner and smooch you with the feathery wing before she plucked it? Is that where she belongs? In the kitchen? How do you become a placid pool? Do you do it oil derick fashion. bump be bump, bump be bump and then leak and form a toxic site. I amybe strecthing here, but I don't get it.
Re: When Jesus Found Me by http://mulberryfairy	31-Jul-03/2:51 PM
complemented not complimented?
Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit	31-Jul-03/1:11 PM
Correct. It is the truth.
Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit	31-Jul-03/1:05 PM
Narcissistic elitism with a dash of sado masochist. I don't swallow.
Re: a comment on A Sullen Moon by Jimbo	31-Jul-03/1:02 PM
Do you ever think you are the poster child for what can go wrong when you smoke pot every day?
Re: a comment on I, criminal by INTRANSIT	31-Jul-03/1:01 PM
Minds.
Re: a comment on I, criminal by INTRANSIT	31-Jul-03/12:58 PM
Do I look like the fucking classified section? Do I look like a redneck that knows anything about cars? DO I!!!!!!!!!!???????????
Re: a comment on Mi Casa es Su Casa by <~>	31-Jul-03/12:56 PM
Minus Paul's beard, you do no my aversion to hair, he could be considered halfway handsome to some. So there are reasons for things. And miles in between. And mountains to cross. So, Frass taught me to play guitar like that guy in Hot Tuna. He can play solos while riding on a bike with no hands. I find that most impressive about him. Don't you. I bet that Jerimi Britt Handrinos cannot do that.
Re: I, Ann Boleyn by http://mulberryfairy	31-Jul-03/12:50 PM
Really, I am shallow and cannot get past the fact that you are an unshaven woman. I am sorry. Forgive me. I knew that plum was yours but I ate it anyway. Besides my narrow-minded view, which again I apologize for, I am quite fond of this.
Re: a comment on Mi Casa es Su Casa by <~>	31-Jul-03/12:45 PM
Yes, I decided to take pity on you all.
Re: a comment on Mi Casa es Su Casa by <~>	31-Jul-03/12:43 PM
Yes, but you are not going to see the Eels with me. and that makes all the difference.
Re: a comment on I, criminal by INTRANSIT	31-Jul-03/12:39 PM
Simple.
Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit	31-Jul-03/12:34 PM
And boring. Don't forget that.
Re: Mi Casa es Su Casa by <~>	31-Jul-03/12:32 PM
Since I now what your writing of I feel I have an unfair advantage. I did also suggest a simple two step, without clothes I might add.
Re: a comment on I, criminal by INTRANSIT	31-Jul-03/12:29 PM
Simple.
Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit	31-Jul-03/12:25 PM
And don't forget Treat! He is my favorite. And I believe a good friend and neighbor of Jerimi Handrinos Britt, or visa versa.