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Ode to the inafamous dark angel (Free verse) by Lucifer Yes it is true most of us think the Dark Angel is a wench who couldn't
even fuck herself while sitting on a bench
if you truly loathe this individual than rank it as 10 state your reason
why and what ever the hell you want...
Dark Angel has no talent.
we do screw the government
Down the ladder:
It started with a kiss
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.6875
Posted: January 11, 2003 4:58 PM PST; Last modified: January 11, 2003 4:58 PM PSTWeighted score: 3.8439538 Overall Rank: 13472 Comments:
You, Sir, are making a Mischiefe of yourself.
what's this? your fucking ormolu.
Well, let's see, none of Dark Angel's comment are constructive in the slightest, and I don't beleive Darky votes all the time, if you leave a comment then you should vote, it's just respectful to the writers.
Sir,
1. You will address me by my proper Christian name, which is "-=Dark_Angel=-". This is a simple courtesy that I extend to others and that I expect others to extend to me. 2. To say that none of my comments are constructive in the slightest is a gross exaggeration. You will retract this remark. 3. I do not vote all the time, if by "Darky" you mean me, but I have voted on this poeme. I gave it a 10, because it is a work of great beauty and subtlety. 4. Your cannot spell or punctuate. Therefore I can only conclude that you are a Rogue. You will report to the Master's Lodge at three in the afternoon tomorrow for a stern lecture and tea. I bid you Good Day.
"the inafamous dark angel" lol.
look Darky. You brought this on yourself. We must all vanquish a demon, and you are the anti-force to what this site is. It is you that hath encurred my wrath. So do kindly step out of my path. Else we all shall have to dismember your hedonist self.
On the contrary. I am not the antiforce to this site. I have submitted many beautiful poemes that have been adored and cherished by many people. You have submitted two blocks of text that are clearly not poemes.
You and the other recent users (if indeede they be other users) seem to be under the impression that by going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about -=Dark_Angel=- you will somehow bring a change to the site. You think that people will start to take notice, that they will join hands and sing a song of banning -=Dark_Angel=-. Poppycock. The only change that will happen is that you and your bumchums here will receive the poemWanker award. Look around you. Look at my poemes. For centuries I have fought with dullards, scoundrels, knaves, idiots, dunces, fools, cowards, cads, slugabeds, lolligaggers, rastabouts, rogues, rapscallions, ne'er-do-wells, imbeciles and boisterous peasants, and who has been left standing? -=Dark_Angel=-. My poemes are the graveyards for a thousand dead foes. Weep at the likes of poetie, who valiantly fought against AIDS imagery in creative writing until her untimely death at the hands of the FBI. Look at Yardbird and redneck, pathetic prawns of men who scuttle fearfully about the site, clandestinely posting tedious whines. They are not respected. They are not feared. They are not worshipped in ancient temples under the sea. -=Dark_Angel=- is. If you know what is good for you, you will stop while you still can. You cannot possibly comprehend the scale of the horrors you are bringing upon yourself. Were you to scour the world's historical accounts for atrocities, you would find nothing the like of what you will witness if you pursue this path. The torments of hell are but an enflamed buttock compared to the trauma you shall be subjected to. My child, you will weep tears of love for me or you will weep blood. Which is it to be?
"slugabeds" a tray full. Have you seen Almodavar's "talk to her" yet? it is really quite moving. I heard you bricked up Settle in the dungeon of tail chasing..tsk. tsk. Well atleast you attract the obviously talented and gifted ones. lol.Such refined taste with their free versed odes, yawn.
Yeah; the talented ones, the attention whores and the unstable egomaniacs who make absurd threats at you through a chain of people they barely know.
hey, go fuck yourself.
Passionate. The last line is what I keep my senses open for; surrounded by pestulence. I weep tears of blood.
I think you should draw up a petition and gather up enough signatures to send along to Nentwhistle. Only then can we get DA off this site once and for all and stop him from hurting everyone's feelings. He has hurt mine so many times I cannot even begin to tell you. Okay, well, just one. It was late at night. I think it was Saturday and I had been drinking a little but not enough to where I was anything more than tipsy. And I had been working on this poem about my dear dead mother for 40 days and 40 nights. I even went out into the desolate dirty sands of Death Valley to conjure her spirit as a muse. You know, Electra complex. But in this case you could call it some form of ghostly...well, you get my point. So, anyway, I finally finished it. And I was so proud I called all my peeps and read it over the phone. It was 4am, mind you, but that was not an issue. THEY understood. And THEY loved it. Every word. I believe I made two peeps cry and that never happens, not in my neighborhood here on the mean streets of Misery. So I finally got up the courage to post it . And no more than two minutes past before that ominous blue 0 appeared. Then another, and another. And then a green one. And then another blue one. It was awful. DA may not vote for real, but he/she is the master of the blue vote. And then he/she left a comment saying my poems had -=aids=- or something and that as it read it made him feel like breaking wind and pooing and eating it!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Oh THE HORROR. I cried. I called the police. SLANDER, I cried. We must stop him. Let's ban together at once. Put the fangs in; dress in black. It is the only way. We must whine, cry, bitch, and moan three times more than we are already doing. It is the only way. The only way.
Blabbit, that has to be one of the most beautiful comments I have read on this site in months. It made me lagh aloud. congratulations. It gets an easy 10. Make a poem out of it so we can vote on it.
p&k, though you are still you, that was cool. Angelhater, you are a silly churl, a weak blob of shoescraped muck. -=Dark_Angel=- is older and mightier than even Yog-Sothoth and cannot be vanquished even with a +4 Keen Vorpal Shocking Burst Bastard Sword of Wounding. I tried it once when we all went clubbing just to check, but it didn't work. Zzinnia was there, she can aatest to that.
Hey thanks for the support, guys! (You didn't tell them about my Achilles Bum, did you?)
geez u peeps are so violent oh well i guees it had to happen to someone
If it was a proper poem I might actually consider voting... but in the same vein as our good friend Nicholas Jones, it seems you don't recognise that you won't be able to gather support for your abolitionist cause unless you put some effort into it.try harder.
screw dis
Talent and likability are two entirely different things like vulva and cock, and cheetos and fritos salmon & pike, Jews and Genitiales.
Could we call this "Chode to the incombustible chia cricket" ? Thanks.
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