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Post by fuzzypinkbunny on Jan 20, 2006 22:05:37 GMT -5
so i guess i'm going to do the only thing i can think of and just start posting my stuff here. it's not like it matters anyway.
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Post by fuzzypinkbunny on Jan 20, 2006 22:33:17 GMT -5
hey you, boy. mad poet boy. the one with the nicesuitgoodjobbigc**kand eloquence, get over here so i may vomit down your throat. everyone knows you. everyone knows your words. i want to kill you. i want to burn you. i want to suck the eyes from your skull and f**k the sockets. you killed punk rock. you start the wars. you have the answer. you are the answer. you are the cause and the cure. today, you hate america. tomorrow, save africa. i can understand the logic in fashion. it's about making an impression. it's about money. it's about sucking c**k. it's about who's sucking c**k. it's about who's buying your art. your fanbase is crucial to your success. i don't want to be your friend. i don't want to lick your ass. world-famous on the small scale, you have all the right moves. a modern day tom cruise.
i'm screaming at you. this is my manifesto.
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Post by Nick on Jan 23, 2006 12:54:11 GMT -5
Any interest in submitting that piece for the next issue ?
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Post by David Emery on Jan 24, 2006 1:05:34 GMT -5
Tom Cruise is a modern day lunatic.
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Post by fuzzypinkbunny on Jan 27, 2006 12:36:06 GMT -5
you know what? tom cruise is nuts. in fact, there's a whole website dedicated to his wackiness at www.tomcruiseisnuts.com
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Post by fuzzypinkbunny on Jan 27, 2006 12:42:53 GMT -5
love pome
to impress upon myself i did press your nakedness against my flesh in slanderous rosebushes where i did lie to cut myself against your vines to wither to ashes before your eyes to feed the blossoms where i might find life within your life within your vines where i did rest my weary head against your breast
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Post by fuzzypinkbunny on Jan 27, 2006 12:44:17 GMT -5
mockery
o, to those whose malodorous fecal drippings which drip so heavily onto the page, in meter and rhyme, allow me my slightest comfort, dare i say, allow me my darts, slings and arrows so that i may attack your wounds & walls at my leisure, placing my pressure ever so carefully into the torn flesh of your emotions for the mere sake of my own enjoyment and lubrication at the sight of your tears for shame! for sorrow! i have become but the dagger sheathed unto you, your heart now a prison for my unending mockery martyr! martyr! the heavens cry and weep yet, i shall not drown in their forty nights of sorrow, only shall i return upon them with thirty nights of violence; a pittance of the retribution grasped in my palm; a bitter revenge of flesh upon flesh ink upon ink, and this ink is cursed to d**n yours eternally.
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Post by guy first raven dorchester on Mar 9, 2006 15:41:48 GMT -5
this is close. closer than most, certainly. i have some hypocrisy for this month's reading, rebutting thee. that is, should the date for the reading be posted (david, would i be correct to assume it's the 30th this month?).
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Post by David Emery on Mar 11, 2006 1:13:40 GMT -5
Thanks for the reminder.
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Post by theundergrad on Oct 26, 2006 13:04:36 GMT -5
your not crrrrraaaaaaaazzzzzzy fuzzybunny
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