Letting pop songs speak for you is something very young people do. I don't even have sound on my computer so have no idea what these guys are singing, but I'm sure it's a scathing critique. Good one.
Give it a rest, you puke. You post diatribes throwing around the words "pussies" and "faggots" while accusing others of hiding behind anonymous and letting pop songs speak for them.
The truth is you would not have the balls to say any of these things to ANYONE in person, so you spit in our faces from the safety of your keyboard. Why? Because you are upset about not getting into TJ. Cry me a fucking river.
Go ahead, mather, vent your frustration about not being a good writer and point it at those who have no idea who you are. That's the beauty of the internet.
However, you must know that if I ever do find out who you are, I will bend you over your soundless computer, spit in my hand and fuck you in the ass. Then we will see who the "faggot" is.
You are the guy who repeatedly calls in to a radio show to tell the host how bad the show is. Mildly entertaining at first, but a pathetic bore in the end. Change the channel matherfucker.
Rennaisance Jones, I live at 2519 N. Geronimo Ave., Apt. C, Tucson, AZ 85705. Your threat is much worse than anything I said and illegal as hell, though calling the cops is the last thing I would do. Does Digangi support this kind of thing on his web page?
I got a little drunk yesterday and shouldn't have said Pussies or fags, but still, this editor is a snob and I hate snob editors.
Subtext relating to my current situation in the song? Oh, great! This is not very complicated, anonymous. I am not going to beg for the opportunity to submit to a journal, and to be asked to do so is insulting. Especially after I read the posted poetry, the guys who can lube their way in, and I find, big surprise, the poetry is lame. At least 90 percent of it anyway.
maybe the poetry is crap 90% of the time... how often is the fiction crap? that's what i read mainly. i don't really get poetry anyway, unless it's just prose with silly line breaks. word to your mather.
Mather is awesome. Since he doesn't like the poetry we publish at all, his crusade is selfless and on the behalf of all the other writers out there who want to be in TJ but can't submit right now. It's noble and it's generous, and since he put his address up, I'd like to float the idea out there that people send him donations.
I mean, like, I'm Beavis or Butthead? Or, like, I'm Beavis AND Butthead, and, like, you guys are the band, or, like, maybe it's the other way around, like where I'm the band and YOU'RE Beavis and Butthead?
I don't know who this band is but a couple of my friends who actually give a shit about pop music told me they suck. So, I sure hope I'm Beavis. Or Butthead. Or Both.
Everybody wants to be loved, anonymous. Why do you think you guys all huddle and worm around each other here on this messageboard? You put a video up with my name on it, of course I'm going to come back and check on the site. I was hoping for a straight answer among the mealy-mouths, but I guess that's not going to happen. The main reason I visit and comment on these sites is because I'm looking for someone with a little life to them, a little fire, some spark of intelligence or something, but all I see is pretension and herd mentality (excuse me, socialism). I'll go away eventually and you can keep mocking me and snickering to yourselves, like you're doing with Madore. I never heard of him, but if he argued with you sheep then he can't be all bad.
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Letting pop songs speak for you is something very young people do. I don't even have sound on my computer so have no idea what these guys are singing, but I'm sure it's a scathing critique. Good one.
Give it a rest, you puke. You post diatribes throwing around the words "pussies" and "faggots" while accusing others of hiding behind anonymous and letting pop songs speak for them.
The truth is you would not have the balls to say any of these things to ANYONE in person, so you spit in our faces from the safety of your keyboard. Why? Because you are upset about not getting into TJ. Cry me a fucking river.
Go ahead, mather, vent your frustration about not being a good writer and point it at those who have no idea who you are. That's the beauty of the internet.
However, you must know that if I ever do find out who you are, I will bend you over your soundless computer, spit in my hand and fuck you in the ass. Then we will see who the "faggot" is.
You are the guy who repeatedly calls in to a radio show to tell the host how bad the show is. Mildly entertaining at first, but a pathetic bore in the end.
Change the channel matherfucker.
Mather, old dudes don't cite influences?
Still, you should probably listen to that video with the sound on. There's a lot of subtext in there relating to your particular situation.
Rennaisance Jones, I live at 2519 N. Geronimo Ave., Apt. C, Tucson, AZ 85705. Your threat is much worse than anything I said and illegal as hell, though calling the cops is the last thing I would do. Does Digangi support this kind of thing on his web page?
I got a little drunk yesterday and shouldn't have said Pussies or fags, but still, this editor is a snob and I hate snob editors.
Subtext relating to my current situation in the song? Oh, great! This is not very complicated, anonymous. I am not going to beg for the opportunity to submit to a journal, and to be asked to do so is insulting. Especially after I read the posted poetry, the guys who can lube their way in, and I find, big surprise, the poetry is lame. At least 90 percent of it anyway.
he he he, renaissance jones lives in Phoenix...
"Well it's time to get down, to the heart of the mather"
Ahh the drunk excuse. More hiding.
Change the channel matherfucker.
maybe the poetry is crap 90% of the time... how often is the fiction crap? that's what i read mainly. i don't really get poetry anyway, unless it's just prose with silly line breaks. word to your mather.
I see renaissance jones likes to talk about renaissance jones in the third person. Impressive...
Mather is awesome. Since he doesn't like the poetry we publish at all, his crusade is selfless and on the behalf of all the other writers out there who want to be in TJ but can't submit right now. It's noble and it's generous, and since he put his address up, I'd like to float the idea out there that people send him donations.
Enjoy the Super Bowl folks. I'm pulling for AZ. It's not often you get to root for the worst sports franchise in North American history.
One of you clowns want to tell me how this video knocks me down a few pegs? I don't have speakers on my computer and I can't lip read.
I mean, like, I'm Beavis or Butthead? Or, like, I'm Beavis AND Butthead, and, like, you guys are the band, or, like, maybe it's the other way around, like where I'm the band and YOU'RE Beavis and Butthead?
I don't know who this band is but a couple of my friends who actually give a shit about pop music told me they suck. So, I sure hope I'm Beavis. Or Butthead. Or Both.
You said you hated this place but look how much you want to be loved. It's sad.
It's the effort that counts. If Madore could find a home, maybe Mather can, too.
Everybody wants to be loved, anonymous. Why do you think you guys all huddle and worm around each other here on this messageboard? You put a video up with my name on it, of course I'm going to come back and check on the site. I was hoping for a straight answer among the mealy-mouths, but I guess that's not going to happen. The main reason I visit and comment on these sites is because I'm looking for someone with a little life to them, a little fire, some spark of intelligence or something, but all I see is pretension and herd mentality (excuse me, socialism). I'll go away eventually and you can keep mocking me and snickering to yourselves, like you're doing with Madore. I never heard of him, but if he argued with you sheep then he can't be all bad.
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