wouldn't you say, lonewolf, that ap is ahhhmm.... sexually deprived?

....his manners reflect
the rottings of his innards
..and decomposed mind

oh is that all you can say now? the F word??
now, now, where are the gray matters? Uhooo!!

do you always say what was not meant to be?
oh awash with your clumsy mouth
and dimwitted shell!!

we fucked you - you are fucked
you fucked us - you are still fucked
you dont fuck - you are one dumb fuck

;p ;p ;p ;p

...pardon me my sire
no it wasn't meant to be
.we're the hateful ones

llllllll/
d - - b
O /

BURN!

how dare you utter such inanity!!
hateful one! beware and begone!!

a worm, you say? You know what a real worm is?
Its people like you who throw havoc on peace!
My fire is a gentle fire that purifies... not
like a pile of hate dreary with desolation!

....an audacious worm
thinking himself my equal
.....in birth and stature

B U L L E T I N B O A R D



party at your clubhouse this
Sun. free booze.

who is it who invokes your name dear friend?
whisper the name and i'll send stones of fire
to ravish and burn...burn...
to cover them with my fire!!

........what is it you ape
how dare you invoke my name
......the fool that you are

terrible, terrible...my dysfunctioned fingers
hitting on the wrong keys!!

'tis a fire that purifies, a tickling pain to a pollio (ed) leg... like to gold, through fire it passes,
then it reveals its wondroud secrets within
like phoenix, rising from the ashes ablaze with power

burn, ravage and strike
make apocalypse a joke
.....a silly priest's bull

i am your firebird here breathe fire to the coldness
that has visited and stayed here for so long
warm at last, filled with energy, passion and fury
honor!!

.colorate prisms
of diabolical light
..ablaze in fury

enlighten my dim mind to the cryptics i dont dare dwell upon, lead me on to where this goes

YOU ME

1. e4 e5
2. Nf3 Nc6
3. Bb5 d3

there you are at last, just you wait for the rest
still clammering their way in, hands bloodied but
spirits high and unrepentant...to the end!!

so where is ronin?
is he really crucified
or just hanging out?

i sit on the grass leaves falling on my dress
looking at the horizon, where my Ronin is
i sit confused and wondering why this good man
is pilloried and crucified, and my heart bleeds

again im faced with pain, beating and poking
I stay, head held up, gritting my teeth;
Oh, dear daughter of Job!
Do I drink from my father's cup?

people of the world unite!
Ronin's good!
Say what you want to say
Let the party begin!

ooh mama hair stands
on end when you start throwing
your words through cyber space

he pulls her head back
an irresistable curve
arcs her neck to him

leaves red like apples
dance on dying golden grass
the cool earth calls them

slicker hood thrown back
mouth open face to the sky
tongue pelted with rain

tell me something good
tell me that you like it, yeah
tell me something good

so crime doesn't pay?
sure it does, just don't expect
dental insurance

amazing how it
was so easy to topple
a first world country

it's the opposite
of economy of scale
this isn't Cosco

the artful poet
respecting economy
keeps it short and sweet

this is really bad
the virus is spreading fast
janis, do something!

Morgan Weissman I love you
because you're so cute, funny and fine
do you like me no you never have because
you're a jerk. You don't like me because of
the color of my skin and I'm not your type.
Well FUCK YOU!!! Hi Rebekah.

Morgan Weissman I love you
because you're so cute, funny and fine
do you like me no you never have because you're a jerk. You don't like me because of the color of my skin and I'm not your type. Well FUCK YOU!!! Hi Rebekah.

San Juan Hill, good good!
And you thought I never read your
words (well mostly ....)

To moxie, please halt.
A thought or two will suffice,
keep off the speed girl..

destroyers of words
the angel of death of thought
poetic a-bomb

it amazes me
how many things can be said
in five-seven-five

2 afghanis on maneuvers
1 sez:"never been here before"
2 sez:"yes you have, we were bombed"

1:"that's why the rocks
look different - kind of
like the arrangement"

at first it seems cruel
how we mistreat poor moxie
then tolerance fades...

hateful little man,
publicly exposing his
nasty secret soul

with words as scalpels
we cut out the moxie to
let the website live

we think mox is some
emerging, virulent form
of cyber cancer

sorry forgot bout
the counting but looking back
what's with moxie dude?????

Look at that guy in
neon pants, he makes me laugh.
oh, he stopped dancing.