| Author |
Message |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:54 pm: |   |
WOOH, WOOH... HUBBA, HUBBA!!! |
Chevalier
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:46 pm: | |
You're just wild about hairy. |
_Blackjack
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:41 pm: | |
What have you people got against hairy women?
We ain't nothin' but mammals... |
_Blackjack
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:40 pm: | |
And now we know: Dr Ordinaire is really Ted Turner. |
Dr_Ordinaire
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:37 pm: | |
It worked!
Sorry to dissapoint you, Vera, but my Wiccan is neither hairy nor a man. |
Dr_Ordinaire
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:35 pm: | |
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Mr_Carfax
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 4:32 pm: | |
Awww Marc, don't be like that dude.
I'd write a sonnet for you anyday without any allusions of sexual favours.
Marc's Sonnet
Reflect, and remember, what is left when
every indulgence partaken, consumed
Hank Williams emotion, holding a bloom
An orchid, priapic, token of then
Or now, for days then and tomorrow all
live in this hour, in suspension, ageless
Eternal, an image never fading
Fear not, stagnant halcyon will not befall
on thee, no sin of thine left unconfessed
Testament to discracefully aging |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 10:37 am: | |
Marc, fess up.
You're moving and losing your internet connection.
See you when you get settled and reconnect.
You redneck lover. |
Morriganlefey
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 10:14 am: | |
Hmm, I had the pleasure of meeting Doc O's lady friend once, and she was really quite lovely. No errant hairs apparent.
- M |
Admin
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 9:37 am: | |
I clearly have no idea what you are talking about then. |
Verawench
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 9:06 am: | |
Excuse me, but who said the Wiccan was female? |
Admin
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 9:02 am: | |
Rimbaud was never a newbie ... he is the longest standing member on here.
In the meantime, ya'll go smoke some fairy dust, yer both being very silly. |
Amnesiac
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 8:53 am: | |
Rimbaud-
I gotta say, man, that you fell for that one.
You must have anger management problems. All it took was a little baiting, and you just popped out and showed what a complete prick you are.
And what's with the '21st Century Rimbaud'? What, are you immortal or a vampire you fucking beatnik?
Come on, man, grow the fuck up. You were a 'newbie' once too. So why don't you get off your high fucking horse and watch yourself, or you might not make it to 40.
Oh wait- you probably want to die at like, 38 or something.
Do I 'parody' your post? Yes. Do I care? no.
You're the pathetic little twat, and probably a very closed minded little crybaby to boot.
So before you get to feeling too powerful, take a long look in the mirror and realize what an asshole you are. Then maybe I'll stop laughing at YOUR response, you sad little boy.
(I do agree about the Radiohead album though- quite beautiful. I'm not sure whether I like Kid A better though. Perhaps they're both equally beautiful.)
All I really wanted to say to you, Rimbaud, was to chill the fuck out and lighten the fuck up. Life IS too short to piss away by getting into bitching contests with others...
So quit yer bitchin'. |
Admin
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 8:32 am: | |
I don't know which hairy wiccan she was talking about, but it certainly was not his wife, who is a stylin' lady of some distinction. |
Larsbogart
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 6:04 am: | |
One word: sugar ants |
Marccampbell
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 3:49 am: | |
and yet, at 51, I feel so much younger than you cynical shits. |
Marccampbell
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 3:43 am: | |
"doc-o who doesn't count because he's dating some
hairy wiccan."
I'm astonished that anyone would want to write a sonnet to such a self-loathing, woman hating woman as the pathetic verawench.
this forum is overrun with a sad collection of
dipshits who have glommed onto the "absinthe culture" in an attempt to give themselves some kind of of hip credibilty. but, all they've managed to do is devalue this website. i love kallisti, she's my friend, and i support her wonderful sepulchritude endeavor. however, this site, devoted to the green fairy, has developed a red neck. i'm over it. all these lost boys hovering around vera because she's the one pale and bloated goth girl that they may have a chance at screwing is so fucking suburban, so square
and so irrelevant. so, kids have fun with your pong, your social distortion cds, your cute april fools jokes and kill kittens fan club, i love you all, despite yourselves , and i am bowing out from this forum,at least for awhile, because
frankly its fucking lost its soul and i'm too tired and old to put up a fight. |
Dr_Ordinaire
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 3:05 am: | |
Well, Vera, with that attitude you should be happy if you receive a recorded message from a telemarketer... |
Blue
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 1:53 am: | |
The Wench, a lusty gal, with love at heart,
seeks only for her soul to feel at ease,
and bound within that jail is passion thwart(ed),
when in the thrill of life it could live free,
for if we were to give up all our bounds,
and live as if no rules were existant,
then what would dawn surprise, but joy and mounds
of Venus, and of worlds so far unknown,
that pleasures brought to fore with dreams of sky,
make thoughts that warm the heart break op'n and cry. |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 2, 2002 - 12:47 am: | |
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND GREY AND FULL OF SLEEP,
AND NODDING BY THE FIRE, TAKE DOWN THIS BOOK,
AND SLOWLY READ AND DREAM OF THE SOFT LOOK,
YOUR EYES HAD ONCE AND OF THEIR SHADOWS DEEP;
HOW MANY LOVED YOUR MOMENTS OF GLAD GRACE,
AND LOVED YOUR BEAUTY WITH LOVE FALSE OR TRUE,
BUT ONE MAN LOVED THE PILGRIM SOUL IN YOU,
AND LOVED THE SORROWS OF YOUR CHANGING FACE;
AND BENDING DOWN BESIDE THE GLOWING BARS
MURMUR, A LITTLE SADLY, HOW LOVE FLED
AND PACED UPON THE MOUNTAINS OVERHEAD
AND HID HIS FACE AMID A CROWD OF STARS.
-YEATS |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 6:54 pm: | |
Throw the Dice.
Roses are Red
Violets are blue...
Heh heh...
My Cock is a rock
an' I wanna fuck you!
Baby! |
Verawench
| | Posted on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 6:48 pm: | |
*sobs into her hands* |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 6:46 pm: | |
THE CHILD IN YOU
IN ANY KIND OF STYLE
IS DANCING
IN THE SEA
SUNSHINE VENT OF LOVING
KINDNESS TO THE CROWD IN THE WATER
THE TIDES RUN THRU AND
I LOVE YOU |
Mr_Carfax
| | Posted on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 6:43 pm: | |
Using the power of online automated sonnet generating technology and a click of my mouse I wrote this just for you Vera
The bulbs burn phosphorescent, white
to outline Central Park in geometric
The big green day today is singing to itself
Brandenburg, and by the granite gates, the
The wind walks up and down
Making vast apple strides towards 'The Poems.'
Forget bring the green boy white ways
when ripe, master the day, and
portion out the night. Be watching for me when blood
Crystal tears drench the ground. Vast orange dreams
As so we all must in the green jungle
Turning in this light, to stones,
The mien florist's to buy green nosegays
18 so why are my hands shaking I should know better |
Verawench
| | Posted on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 6:18 pm: | |
"our Hot Monkey Love Breeding Ground & Sex Hut."
How come I don't get no lovin then? When was the last one some bozo here wrote me a freakin' sonet?
Except Doc-O, who doesn't count because he's dating some hairy Wiccan.
Wencherina, the Unhappy Queen |
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