on some deleted poem
2 Oct 2002, 1:46 PM
you're Autumn. every year. from now on.u
on Norman #86 by Owner of the Sky
2 Oct 2002, 1:44 PM
see you're still owning the sky...fabulously indiscreet..
on Weep for Dead Heroes by Tascobar
8 Oct 2002, 1:56 PM
what no feedback no reverb. no syringe. perhaps an oatmeal cookie down the wrong pipe.
on always the end to this good night by nentwined
30 Sep 2002, 6:15 PM
to yieu, and yieu and yieu.
on Oh my gosh what was that? by ==Doylum
16 Sep 2002, 11:32 AM
your diaper needs a changing, but i'm a bad mother, so change it your self.
on A Well Worth Wait by savannah
10 Oct 2002, 1:25 PM
i hope it was a double scoop of corned poop. fix your damn conjunctions for the love of jesu. this belongs on a sticky tab in his briefcase. not mocking my lonely masturbatory rituals 'pon my screen. you've crushed my loveless spleen. wench.
on My cousin's baby sitter. by Bachus
2 Oct 2002, 1:37 PM
i'm thinking she liked it just enough to smile through the cross examination and bring the jury to tears of joy...plus she's twenty three now and stripping at the purring pussing in reno and it's all Bachus's fault for corrupting her mind and sending her down that path of 'vaginal self loathing'..pray for tuna....damn him! he has toe nailed another to this cross of shame...oh ye oedipi are foul..FOUL I SAY! loving you more by the second...get ready for fourty more mp3's on the gangbox site for indecencies...submissions pending due to choice discrepincies and gangrene..new videos without superman next month... beware of st.germaine and the charasmatically uncomitted (with his side kicking sloth) and cunt whistle the magpie for the love of heckle and jeckyl...t
on Poem #5 (of a series of poems for Boo) by Owner of the Sky
2 Oct 2002, 1:51 PM
fiddling casper again are we? Shit!...my tater-tots are burning i gotta go..i'll be right back...singed scrotismal sac. asia? is a state of mind..rewind your videos damnit...rewind!t
on Drug Dealer by Bazilla
2 Oct 2002, 1:56 PM
you ever step in a puddle o' puppy piss at 4 in the morning in the middle of winter in detroit with socks on..new socks no heat...bad dog..lights off. stumbling around? good ..now we have something in common and you know just how i feel.p
on some deleted poem
30 Sep 2002, 6:32 PM
with your tremendous insight into hallucinogenic drug use, i'm sure if you write your congress man...legalization will be just around the corner. or not. 3. p.s are you dark angels puppet too, or just his manicurist?
on A prom that could never be by Eric Johnson
30 Sep 2002, 6:04 PM
yes i disagree w/horus also, and i am horus...hows that grab you! lol! on re-reading this..i was shocked to find that i judged this poorly due to my own nasty highschool inuendos...this is laddishly cute and redeemably prophetic for you younger gen z...out there..beware of the young lovers stare... 7.
on some deleted poem
30 Sep 2002, 6:11 PM
i can vouch for that, and he even climbed killamanjaro too...not too mention 'an' volcano in equador...god's wife is equadorian...sh..... 9.
on I Will Stay in Bed Today by jessicazee
30 Sep 2002, 6:26 PM
perhaps a good 7 inch vibrating dildo of 'self esteem'...unless of course, you prefer a masked man through the bedroom window?...7.
on The Good Old Days in New Orleans by cobalt
30 Sep 2002, 6:19 PM
easy...noah..back away from the arc and put the the pair of vietnamese box turtles down 7.
on some deleted poem
24 Sep 2002, 1:17 AM
and really tasty finger snacks....i love those little weiners in the buns...fuck! did you see that fire sis? it's fucking HUGE!, glendora, sandimas, and now claremont..i wonder if it'll get to baldy? i hope not...it's fucking "an" unbelievable 30 mile long fire snake..like that scene from the thirteenth warrior..they should of just called that fucking movie beuwulf...que no...great piece by the way...may that way, you always stay..nurturing and giving and damn brilliant i might add. love, me. saturday's my opening night by the way. 9.
on Here In The Heart of Amber by Lenore
23 Sep 2002, 2:13 PM
i was once an ambered dragonfly...but that was then. this piece is transluscent and honey mad with sticky sweet ripples.
on The lack of graffiti in an art centre lavatory by BEBO
16 Sep 2002, 1:23 PM
listen god damnit..thou hath made my pet hobo ernie blow his last shrill...he is no longer for rent...his blow is spent..."would you like to rent a trailor or a boat instead?", asked the young vaguely goatied pierced eyebrow lad from behind the mask of a ten day rc cola binge..."should of drank tab kid" replied this Int 25. russian witch. "i'll take the motor home and both of your legs...anyone care for a drumbstick? 20 roll critical...exp points infinity. duck next time. Now the dust pan.
on numbskull boomarang by skaskowski
16 Sep 2002, 11:34 AM
i'm quite fond of your work, just not your moral insights. leave that for the chinese. great! moving on to the others.
on crispy by skaskowski
16 Sep 2002, 11:39 AM
the captain isn't on crunch berry island he's moved to the milky way, and i'm out one free shopping spree at toys r us. stupid crunch decoder ring was right...i just didn't think the cap[tain could breathe in outer space without a helmet. science can be a bit to decisive. so can i.
on it sounds like dying but tastes like living. by skaskowski
16 Sep 2002, 11:35 AM
now that's better lover. bend.