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infector

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 5 comments

playing at the playground rife with virus running on the equipment a scream in the lung rolling on the sofa soft as mama soiling a daiper leaking the infector

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[0] anonymous 21-Jun-01/11:38 PM Reply

That's kinda disturbing. Makes me think of The Stand, or something like. I like more flow in the poetry I read, but this has a good impact regardless. It would do well as a Funker Vogt song. ;) Actually, it's better than their lyrics...

[0] anonymous 22-Jun-01/3:23 PM Reply

good use of words, sense of form, but my initial reaction is you don't pull off whatever you are trying to accomplish. Go for it again (it's short enough).

[n/a] Jill Stockinger 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply

some good ideas, could use more work tho

[0] anonymous 7-Aug-01/1:29 PM Reply

This is pretty f*ing funny. I'm not sure it's supposed to be, though, and the misspell really detracts from it.

[0] anonymous 10-May-02/6:38 PM Reply

sucks