Re: great caesar's ghost by bondjedi |
17-Feb-03/2:25 PM |
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Re: great caesar's ghost by bondjedi |
17-Feb-03/2:26 PM |
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Re: All Alone Again by Spindle |
17-Feb-03/2:29 PM |
I love you. 10! hear the theme to magnum pi right now. See me running towards you with my whitey tightys on and that snorkel around my neck? truth, justice.... cannabalism.
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Re: Your word's hurt, only you. by horus8 |
21-Feb-03/12:11 AM |
"Why talk of a friendly hand! My great advantage is that i can laugh at old lying loves and put to shame those deceitful couples,--I saw the hell of wommen back there;-- and I shall be free to possess truth in one soul and body."
April-August 1873
Arthur Rimbaud aka. horus8.
And god spoke life into things that he had gethered together from what he had around him, and with the poetry of his words he made a man, and from the poetic dance of the bent bone from adam's chest came Eve.
her poetry was stolen and not magic, but the words of beasts.
horus8 Feb 2003 in the form of a sea nile russian witch.
I want to say that you make sense.
But i can only dwell upon the fact that "thank god i never slept with you." imagine that, what a relief
User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.".
Their comment was:
Yes, farewell. You got on top but you didn't get in. Haha. Satan can't come in. Ciao. Go fuck Joel
now maybe he'll throw another $9k in your face. And maybe Nadine wouldn't have to work at Boston Market.
Yes, she would she doesn't even have a high school diploma. But hey she could hand tissue at any club
in LA. I hear that pays minimum wage.
You can view the poem and its comments here:
User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.".
Their comment was:
I am sure I'd be the last person...that's why you kept coming back to me. You talk shit and you come
back. Yes, physical attraction does wonders. I know she is from LA. She told me the first time we
spoke. YOu said Texas. Yes, you said I wish she would pack her shit and just take off somewhere far
like Texas (you said that) Yes you did. But you are a liar, so whatever. Do you really think I give a
fuck that you want to marry an ugly, un educated bitch? That's your choice. Haha. Sorry. Could've had
Michelle. And look at what you ended up with....hahaha. Seriously, go do some drugs...and od..please.
You are without a soul, or capacity to care for anyone but yourself. Bitch. See you in the grave.
It's hard to imagine that a college education has gotten you this far. Children in trailer parks around the world atleast have that as hope
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Re: Your word's hurt, only you. by horus8 |
21-Feb-03/12:19 AM |
Funnilly enough i am not mr. pig, and whether or not he finds this gratifying is entirely based upon the fact that he's in a wheel chair or an art student. Which only further supports my theory that psycopaths only believe what they want to believe. i never cared for you. you were remotely interesting in a self destructive sort of stink, but even the roses in one's garden get vague after repeated pruning.
Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:03 PM
Pop tart, you interrupted my dinner. Shame on you. Bent over. I erased the comments, for your sake. Faggot. So when are you gonna call me? That's right,
some random day at fucknig 2 o'clock in the morning. "I'm so sorry...I am a fucked up can't you see...can I come over" You're pathetic. Haha. I think I'll
change my cell just in case...haha. Fag. By the way getting on top of me took alot of effort... Getting over me please. Like I'm getting over you. I think I
am going to go puke now. I'm sick, sick to know that people like you exist...like I said go od on some heroin and do the world a favor. Thanks. Please
don't reply. Nobody gives a fuck. Besides Bachus, Shardik, Mr. Pig, Baba Yaga and Horus8.....hahaha...look at your fucking social skills yeah you and
your little friends. Sad bastard. Care for a tablespoon of Pinjur? NO, because you're a dumb fuck and don't know what it is. Ciao lover.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:14 PM
Next time you have the urge to call a complete stranger at 2:40 am in the morning, think again. You entered my sphere of existence.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:28 PM
don't be dramatic. you know i have strong feelings for you. can you be mature for like a millisecond? i said i need two weeks to think things over not
forever. (ha ha remember sending me this) or
i wanted to talk to you bad...blah..blah..blah...believe me i felt like an idiot. miss you. love, jbh yeah. hmmmm...or perhaps you recall
"I can't sleep when you're next to me, you get me so excited...you do something to me...I feel this pull" yeah. end of story. ciao gay lover
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:35 PM
I can only take so much talking to a retard of the highest degree--you. You are wackier than Wacko Jacko. Your never ending negative energy makes me
agitated, I need to go have a drink now. And tomorrow I'll be at work, so don't be trying to call me in the middle of the night. Got it lolipop? Good. Sleep
tight, my Moo Gai Pai lover.
If i could say i was sorry i would not. if their was a hell. then when we get there i'll be the cute one in the corner carving you out of used soap.
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22-Feb-03/5:44 PM |
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Re: Gunshy Martyr by blurryphotograph |
22-Feb-03/5:48 PM |
As a satire it's great as a poem it's shit, as toilet paper it was pace!11!picante sauce 7.
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Re: Through Poetry by newdawnfades |
22-Feb-03/11:03 PM |
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Re: Clown of Misery by nocturnalism |
23-Feb-03/10:25 AM |
Artificial smiles were true a 100,000 years ago too guys!
A pile of burning lies...?
Does that look anything like
a great white concert?
my my my
is this 'rampant fatal infection'
a virus a bacteria, or perhaps a metaphor.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
23-Feb-03/3:30 PM |
If you are on a mission to mars you might make it to the mini mart.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
23-Feb-03/3:32 PM |
The camaro would have been more specific i believe.
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Re: Stout Stick by Enki |
23-Feb-03/3:38 PM |
Maybe i can clarify the symbolism of the closet? it's a profound metaphor the like of which no one can imagine a place that holds boogie men, skeletons, and apparently homosexuals. and also the ever rare pre teen pot s,oker durin an intermission while watching rambo two search for sp-ock, i meant the wrath of slahng. i meant tattoo and fantasy island, but not ricardo monteban selling me an oldsmobile, see.
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Re: The Rooms by crownfox |
23-Feb-03/3:43 PM |
here is the room where i concocted an ovaltine booby trap to fall upon the head of my mean uncle bruce, but then he made me tongue flick his peter and the experience most obviously turned me into a roomless homosexual also wrapped in a sheet.
Like a spicy enchillada.
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Re: He put a price on her head by Nanshe |
24-Feb-03/3:55 PM |
That's pretty good. I was expecting shit. What kind of fish do you have? I have a snow flake eel and a parrot fish they are loads of fun. WAIT... you have an ichthyusaurus in the [pool and your old lady's skinny dipping dressed up as a HAREM GIRL THAT YOU PURCHAESED FOR A DIME BACK IN COLLEGE when you learned the word diaphanous, yes friend this is a sad and common them. i'm going skiing. see you.
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Re: Suicidal thoughts by CrAzYlAdY Surukain |
24-Feb-03/4:02 PM |
yes, i agree, suicide is perfect for you.
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Re: A Lost Friend by Ray |
24-Feb-03/4:35 PM |
I have a room and two day ski pass at bear mountain. We are expecting a foot in a half of snowsky. This poem is nucking futs & a pyle of shite. i like pregnant chick boobies , in my mouthsky.
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Re: He put a price on her head by Nanshe |
24-Feb-03/5:04 PM |
i went and checked my dictionary, and this became much funnier, here's an upgrade. 9.
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25-Feb-03/10:10 PM |
Very good Shawn, yes, 500 will buy you a month with me any day. i am looking forward to cutting a new record with you, naturally, thanks for the article. i e mailed you my new number.
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Re: ship by Sh|t? |
2-Mar-03/4:40 PM |
The only thing that ruptured was the zit on your chin that you wrote this with, and her fucking mouth. Otherwise, he was moved undaunted by the fact the boat sank, it being insured, and also that he could swim quite easily, to shore being an olympian and friend of Neptunes.
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Re: The Ship by Sh|t? |
2-Mar-03/4:44 PM |
Captain Le choadke is dead, prawnes no longer care, but i fear homosexuality in this case is a huge factor, a rift if you will, between the urge to suck penis, and yet the other urge to retreat into his mother's vagina? perhaps you can suck cock in your mother's vulva... splendid, and rewarding i bet.
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