I am wearing Satan's severed head


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By Diatribe on Tuesday, December 2, 1997 - 04:46 pm:
    Satan's severed head, it feels so nice
    Satan's severed head, would you like a slice?
    Satan's severed head, I like to lick its eyes
    Satan's severed head, or wear it as a disguise
    Satan's severed head, its just so much fun
    Satan's severed head, I bet you wish you had one.

By Fredescu on Tuesday, December 2, 1997 - 09:30 pm:
    I'd like to know where you are wearing this afamed appendage.

    And how you came across it.

    And does a beheaded satan mean there won't be any more evil stuff? I'm gonna miss that.

By Kelsey on Wednesday, December 3, 1997 - 07:11 pm:
    are those dementor lyrics?

By Aimee on Thursday, December 4, 1997 - 11:30 pm:
    ...or is it ART???

By Headless Wonder on Friday, December 5, 1997 - 03:28 am:
    If I were yu i would consider giving it back.

By Wuz Up on Friday, December 12, 1997 - 10:17 pm:
    If I were you, I think I would talk to Kitty, she seems to be a really good syciatrist (don't know how to spell that)

By Bunghole on Saturday, December 13, 1997 - 11:45 pm:
    bunghole

By Fucker on Sunday, December 14, 1997 - 03:16 am:
    mommy and i are SO proud of you Son.

By Me on Monday, December 15, 1997 - 10:10 pm:
    it's this season's hottest accesory.

By CEMLAB 3 on Monday, December 22, 1997 - 03:07 pm:
    I FUK MY SELF WHILE I SNOWBOARD.....

By CEMLAB 3 on Monday, December 22, 1997 - 03:09 pm:
    I FUK MY SELF WHILE I SNOWBOARD.....

By CEMLAB 3 on Monday, December 22, 1997 - 03:14 pm:
    YOU NEED INTENCE PSYCOTHERAPY

    YOU HAVE KNOW CLUE AS TO WHAT WILL
    HAPPEN TO YOU WHEN GOD TAKES HIS TOLL!!!!!

By Pencils on Tuesday, December 23, 1997 - 10:31 am:
    Nothing more digusting than people who can't spell four letter words. neat prose!

By Billyjack on Tuesday, December 23, 1997 - 12:46 pm:
    Duh

By Cybr-Nuc on Wednesday, December 24, 1997 - 11:32 am:
    your mother would no doubt,
    be so proud of you, I'am sure?

By Breast T on Wednesday, December 24, 1997 - 01:27 pm:
    I like my heads over easy with aside order of potatoes

    His horns are molded

By Wonderer on Thursday, December 25, 1997 - 04:40 pm:
    Who am I?
    What am I?
    Where did i come from?
    And where am I Going?
    e-mail MUrban1891@aol.com

By ASHER on Saturday, January 3, 1998 - 03:42 pm:
    GAYS MUST DIE, GAYS MUST DIE AND GO TO HELL!

By R.C. on Saturday, January 3, 1998 - 05:15 pm:
    What the hell was THAT about?

By No on Monday, January 5, 1998 - 12:21 pm:
    No

By Yes on Monday, January 5, 1998 - 12:21 pm:
    Yes

By Ipanema on Sunday, January 11, 1998 - 12:23 am:
    Isn't it funny how things just don't
    seem to work out like you thought
    they would? It's hard to imagine
    a situation where you would take
    Satan's head to the prom with
    you. But, alas, time can heal all
    wounds. Put down the gun and come
    over to the apartment and draw some
    pictures. Charcoal only, please. No
    watercolors. They hurt my eyes.
    Let's get some rocks and scratch
    the wall while Pink Floyd lazily floats
    along with "Shine on you crazy Diamond">

    There's something on this ship...

By Looking UP on Sunday, January 11, 1998 - 03:53 pm:
    "The Mother Ship's the One, I'll float you down a bottle of wine. . . It's the blimp Frank, it's the blimp, the nose has a crimp"

By Foolish on Sunday, January 11, 1998 - 03:54 pm:
    I doubt if time can heal the wound of a severed head.

By Ntgbisre6yhib on Tuesday, January 13, 1998 - 09:15 am:
    nkj xdrhlsgblunrgdtronvm htajrkevm gtv bgyuitwa trbawiitre

By POOPFACE on Friday, January 23, 1998 - 02:04 am:
    You're fucking putting us on, man!
    nkjxdrhlsgblunrgdtronvm htajrkevm gtv bgyuitwa trbawiitre?
    What a buncha shit!

    Shut the fuck up if that's the best that you can come up with!!

By Slacker on Saturday, January 24, 1998 - 06:23 pm:
    POOPFACE?

By Slacker on Saturday, January 24, 1998 - 06:24 pm:
    POOPFACE?

By POOPFACE on Monday, February 2, 1998 - 12:19 am:
    What?

By Slacker on Monday, February 2, 1998 - 08:09 pm:
    uh.... hows your mom?

By POOPFACE on Monday, February 2, 1998 - 10:58 pm:
    Oh---uh, pretty good. She just got home from work, and it turned out to be a most excellent scene at closing--there were two bogus calls, so we got a 16" carnivore and two 12" everythings. And I remembered to go to the liquor store again so things are copacetic as cows.

    How's your old lady?

By Slacker on Monday, February 2, 1998 - 11:05 pm:
    i don't have one.

By POOPFACE on Monday, February 23, 1998 - 02:05 am:
    oh, sorry. How's your bird?

By Dickhead on Wednesday, February 25, 1998 - 01:42 pm:
    Cat ate it.

By Golden Boy on Wednesday, February 25, 1998 - 06:03 pm:
    *insane?*

By Crazy on Thursday, February 26, 1998 - 12:44 pm:
    *yes*

By POOPFACE on Thursday, March 19, 1998 - 08:24 am:
    Satan's severed head, it fits just right
    Satan's severed head, I wear it every night

By Big and Tall Man on Thursday, March 19, 1998 - 09:06 am:
    I can never find Satan's severed head in my size...

By GOD on Thursday, April 16, 1998 - 02:57 pm:
    MY HATE IS A DAGER I SLICE THE SOUL OF THE LOVED AND DESTROY THE LIFES
    OF THE INNOCENT

By Blindswine on Thursday, April 16, 1998 - 03:20 pm:
    now if you could just learn how to spell and get your grammatical syntax straight, you'd be well on your way to world domination...

    good luck.

By Professor Wiggins on Friday, April 17, 1998 - 04:00 am:
    And, Blindswine, if you could just figure out where the capital letters go...

    Best wishes!

By Antigones short hairs on Monday, April 27, 1998 - 06:33 pm:
    Satan's severed head, you lucky bird!
    Satan's severed head, picking the seeds from a festering turd.
    Satan's severed head, when grandpa pulls the nose...
    Satan's severed head spits blue snot, smells sweet as a black rose.

By DRAGON on Tuesday, May 5, 1998 - 09:38 pm:
    SATANS SEVERED HEAD ADD ANOTHER ONE TO MY NECK
    SATANS SEVERED HEAD CAST IT DOWN TO THE PEOPLE

By Habercroix on Wednesday, May 6, 1998 - 12:55 am:
    Satan is a hockey player. I saw it myself. He plays for the Buffalo Sabres. It is a wonder that the ice does not melt beneath him.

By Pete on Wednesday, May 6, 1998 - 06:04 am:
    Actually, Satan plays for the Phila. Flyers....he was traded for a player to be determined later.

By Frnk on Thursday, May 7, 1998 - 05:57 pm:
    Jesus, Mark...you've gained some weight since
    I last visited this place! Better lay off the
    twinkies.

By Antigones short hairs on Wednesday, May 13, 1998 - 05:52 pm:
    Satan's severed head, chew through the forenum magnum,
    Satan's severed head, froth tastes like Sprite, made me wish I had some.
    Satan's severed head, underdeveloped inch long roach,
    Satan's severed head, silent reproach.

By Antigones short hairs on Monday, May 18, 1998 - 04:44 pm:
    Nobody likeie Satan's severed head?

By Antigones short hairs on Friday, May 22, 1998 - 03:38 pm:
    I'm all alone in Satan's severed head... Sniff...

By Antigones short hairs on Friday, May 22, 1998 - 03:42 pm:
    Satan's severed head, I alone hold the torch.
    Satan's severed head, makes me wanna kick it around on the back porch.
    Satan's severed head, what a trip, smell the formaldehyde...
    Satan's severed head, scoopy scoop! scoopy scoopy scoop!

By Habercroix on Thursday, May 28, 1998 - 01:57 am:
    As I watched a recent NHL playoff game, I was pleased to see Satan score a goal for the Buffalo Sabres against the Washington Capitals confirming my post above. I don't know who stated that he played for the Flyers but it must have been a part of Satan's evil plan to control all the souls of Philadelphia.

By Antigones short hairs on Thursday, May 28, 1998 - 03:46 pm:
    Satan's severed head, A Santa spit taboo bat tips at NASA...
    Satan's severed head, A Santa dog lived as a devil god at NASA!
    Satan's severed head, Ah, Satan sees Natasha.
    Satan's severed head, daeh dereves s'nataS!

By Antigones short hairs on Monday, June 8, 1998 - 02:06 pm:
    I hadn't been up to the attic in years, but the dread was fresh in my lungs as if I'd breathed it a few moments ago. Coughing at the dusty air, I opened the big chest that held my greatest prize. I hadn't looked at it in years, since hacking it off the helpless beast in his moment of greatest weakness. I still can't believe I was that lucky. I can't believe I have Satan's severed head.

    Maybe I'll make a coffee table ornament out of it.

By Antigones short hairs on Wednesday, June 10, 1998 - 04:51 pm:

    Satan's severed head, woven tales through the ages,
    Satan's severed head speaks in a rough slur, understood only by sages.
    Satan's severed head, glowing faintly in the night...
    Satan's severed head pops softly, sparks some natural gas, and ignites.

By Antigones short hairs on Friday, June 12, 1998 - 01:50 pm:
    Satan's severed head, atop the poppin fresh dough man...
    Satan's severed head bobbs and weaves, poke 'im in the belly if you can!
    Satan's severed head promotes personal growth and inner peace,
    Satan's severed head, CHEEZZE WIZZ!!!!!!

By Antigone on Monday, June 15, 1998 - 04:34 pm:
    Wicky, wicky, whack!
    Satan's severed head!
    Brickie, brickie, brack!
    Satan's severed head!
    Snicker, snicker, snack!
    Satan's severed head!
    Happy, happy, crap!
    Fuck a loaf a bread!

By Antigone on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 01:52 pm:
    It had 5 syllables...

    Climb the Cold Mountain.
    At the crisp summit you find
    Satan's severed head.

By Antigone on Monday, June 22, 1998 - 02:54 pm:
    ..., cold and crusty fresco
    ..., between the fingers of god and man
    ..., the little speck of dust
    ...

By Antigone on Tuesday, June 30, 1998 - 10:43 pm:
    This has nothing to do with Satan's severed head.

    **************************

    of Pelicans

    I was walking by the sea shore where
    someone had left a white pelican
    with a large gaping flesh wound.
    I knelt down to her, carefully lifting her head.
    "What is your name, my friend?" she asked.
    "I have a human name," I answered.
    "What does all this mean?" I asked.
    "The symbolic value of pelicans is variable," answered she.

    I found a pelican with a gaping flesh wound
    on the sea shore. I came near, lifting his beak
    to mine. "What is your name, my friend?" I squaked.
    "I have a human name," said she.
    Then she died while telling me the symbolic value
    of pelicans.

    ***************************


By Kelsey on Wednesday, July 1, 1998 - 01:32 am:
    that's so sad. i think i will go to bed and cry now.

By Antigone on Friday, July 3, 1998 - 10:33 pm:
    ..., language of my mind.
    ..., property of the blind.
    ..., the time we leave behind.
    ...

By Antigone on Friday, July 3, 1998 - 10:40 pm:
    Satan's severed head, why did you kill?
    Satan's severed head, was it that nasty Prosac pill?
    Satan's severed head croaked a hip reply,
    "Satan's severed head don' need no fuckin' alibi!"


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 15, 1998 - 01:03 am:
    I dreamed last night that the widow living in the house wanted me to shoot myself in the head.

    Or, maybe it had already happened, and this was my last dream.

    So, I stumbled down to my father in the basement.

    As I tried to explain the infinity involved in my dream he told me to calm down and go back to sleep.

    Sincerely,
    Satan's severed head

By Antigone and sis on Monday, July 27, 1998 - 10:41 pm:
    SSH, all the people are talking
    SSH, we have preparation for serious balking
    Balk!

By Antigones sister on Monday, July 27, 1998 - 10:43 pm:
    His flesh meat on the hook of his bones.

    -S.S.H.

By Antigone on Wednesday, July 29, 1998 - 11:47 pm:
    Satan's severed head, perched on the Masonic temple
    Satan's severed head is really a teenager's blackhead, or better yet a deranged dog's butt pimple.
    Satan's severed head, best friend of Tony Robbins and advisor to presidents
    Satan's severed head sits in a box with Nixon, eats cherry cobbler, and shits the Star Spangled banner in a display of festering patriotism worthy of Joseph Stalin in a tight baby blue corset, drinking the bubbling water of your grandmother's fixadent.

By Starchy on Thursday, July 30, 1998 - 10:36 am:
    Taste the blood on Satan's claw
    Dance a jig in crimson bra
    Set the fire for a boilin' pot
    Watch the neighbors, don't get caught

    Ernest Borgnine knew 'im well
    He sent Will Shatner straight to Hell
    What the hey, it serves him right
    Eyeball sockets wrinklin' tight

    Well, there's a big light shinin' in the coconut grove
    Where Satan used to watch the Barney Miller show
    Sin-dicated television puts him in the mood
    Hopin' Abe Vigoda just might get nude

    Satan gets an erection
    Staring at Abe Vigoda's butt

    Meat and poultry by the pack
    Extra servings, bring 'em back
    Ain't no need to raise a fuss
    Just yodel your way to that flakey crust

    Satan was invented by religious fundamentalists
    Just to keep you acting like the jerk you really are

    Sammy Davis Jr. used to worship Satan
    When he wasn't taking drugs
    And staring at the mirror while his eyeball twitched around

    Let's watch Sammy's eyeball twitch!

    Well, don't bother asking if he's greasy or red
    Or if he's got pointy horns a-stuck in his head
    All ya need to prove it is a bible thumping prick
    (Satan only happens if your mind's all sick)

    Hey Satan (yodel-odel-odel-lay-hee)
    Satan (yodel-odel-odel-lay-hee)

    Works better than guilt from your ma and pa
    Taste the blood on Satan's claw

    -The Rudy Schwartz Project

By Antigone on Thursday, August 6, 1998 - 11:42 pm:
    Satan's severed head, what a Pythagorean wager!
    Satan's severed head says, "Fuck the infinite theological danger!"
    Satan's severed head is sensative to low frequency seismic waves...
    Satan's severed head is as obscure as Gerold Burns, eats beans mixed with tuna, and has had his fifteen minutes of fame, fully expecting the critic's raves.

By Antigone on Saturday, August 15, 1998 - 12:51 am:
    Satan's severed head.

    Bag of chicken.



By Haloed on Tuesday, August 18, 1998 - 06:57 am:

    satans severed head,
    doesn,t mean satans dead,
    cos its man that made evil and sin,
    in the bible is where to begin,
    unravelling your demons personal
    beliefs you control anything actual,
    something factual tangled in babel
    so only the fish can deciher
    the hype from the cipher and how,
    the hell did zaphod get in ?


By Starchy on Tuesday, August 18, 1998 - 10:07 am:

    Werd up, Sushi K.


By Antigone on Tuesday, August 18, 1998 - 08:14 pm:

    Satan's severd head
    Sung to by a choir of acid soaked white bread,
    Engulfed by the love of the well fed,
    Strutted down the grassy knoll,
    Winked at the ladies as he took his stroll.
    He laughed to himself at the irony of it all
    as the short sharp shock
    did it quickly.


By Antigone on Thursday, August 27, 1998 - 11:57 pm:

    The True Second Coming

    By

    Edward "Bobcat" Shits

    Drying and frying in the hair dryer's pyre
    Satan's severed head gets a new hairdoo;
    Split ends fall apart; the hairnet will not hold;
    Mere styling gell is loosed upon the scalp,
    The unrestricted hair is loosed, and everywhere
    The spectacle of bad taste is found;
    The hairdressers lack all talent; the super-cuts $5 per hour lackeys
    Are full of inane smalltalk.


By Sheila on Friday, August 28, 1998 - 12:42 pm:

    I would be honoured if Satan's Severed Head would consent to be Grand Marshal of my parade this year.

    Transportation in a 1860's hearse on loan from the History Association will be provided, along with an escort of Mariposa County Mounted Posse members.


By Markus on Friday, August 28, 1998 - 03:50 pm:

    Keats is spinning in his grave. He's pissed that he didn't think of it.


By Sheena on Saturday, August 29, 1998 - 03:27 am:









    (coughing)











By Antigone on Sunday, August 30, 1998 - 11:30 pm:

    Horses are pretty!
    Horses are pretty!

    (THWACK)

    ...


By Starchy on Monday, August 31, 1998 - 10:05 am:

    "Hey! You! Get offa that horse! *sob*"
    --Neitsche


By Antigone on Thursday, September 3, 1998 - 02:04 am:

    Wait. This file is just about 66.6 K in size...


By Starchy on Thursday, September 3, 1998 - 10:14 am:

    Not for long...


By Southie on Monday, September 14, 1998 - 10:54 pm:

    satan's severed head? what the fuck? i am satan. poor misled kids.


By Slacker on Tuesday, September 15, 1998 - 09:05 pm:

    southie
    you are not satan. i know this as i am affiliated with satan and he indeed is not, has not been, nor ever will be southie or anything resembling southie.


By Antigone on Tuesday, September 15, 1998 - 11:17 pm:

    Hey! Let's get back to the serious business of fucked up poetry, shall we?


By Southie on Wednesday, September 16, 1998 - 06:02 pm:

    damn. ok, i lied.


By Sheila on Wednesday, September 16, 1998 - 08:16 pm:

    I wear Satan's Severed Head over my own face.

    Looking through His eyes,
    evil veil,

    I am mirrored in yours.




By Slacker on Thursday, September 17, 1998 - 01:12 am:

    oh, really?


By Antigone on Tuesday, September 22, 1998 - 01:44 am:

    Slippering drown, revolving poor,
    Where to be found, what's more, what's more...
    The live long, live long, love ling people
    place thing through the sun:

    oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... rattle....


By Slacker on Tuesday, September 22, 1998 - 10:22 pm:

    i'll have some of what this guys smokin'.
    gooooo.... team.


By Karia on Wednesday, September 23, 1998 - 07:34 am:

    Now, I know this thread is re. satans severed head, but do we not think were bordering on the repetitive here?

    K.


By Slacker on Wednesday, September 23, 1998 - 12:31 pm:

    once when i was a child, satans severed head came to visit me. it didn't really do much except sit in the corner yelling "redundant, redundant, redundant."






By Antigone on Wednesday, September 23, 1998 - 06:57 pm:

    Deja vu: the feeling you get when you think something has happened before.
    Deja vu: the feeling you get when you think something has... happened... before.
    Deja vu: the head you get when you severed something has Satan's before.


By Antigone on Wednesday, September 23, 1998 - 07:00 pm:

    Strange... When Satan's severed head visited me it was yelling "Stay on target... Stay on target!" and "Haven't we met before in a garment bag?"


By Starchy on Thursday, September 24, 1998 - 09:04 am:

    Really? I seem to remember it whispering, "Kumquat defilers always get what they preserve..." then dancing a tango with Dean Martin. I guess Satan's severed head has something special for all of us.


By Quidam on Friday, September 25, 1998 - 05:45 am:

    Satan's severed head came to me once. Someone mailed it to me in a box. It kept yelling things at me. Things like "Murdoch! You crazy foo!" or "Ain't no way I'm flying in no plane Hannibal!" or "Face, quit yo jibba jabba, foo!". Eventually I ended up planting it in my garden, but some neighborhood kids ended up digging it up. They shaved the hair off and painted it orange and stuck a candle in it's mouth.

    No, wait, that was Mr. T's Severed Head. Damn. It's so hard to keep them all straight.


By HaHa on Friday, September 25, 1998 - 12:06 pm:

    I liked the part about, "I like to lick Its eyes."


By Antigone on Tuesday, September 29, 1998 - 12:46 am:

    More non Satan's severed head poetry:
    ***
    Lethargy and my left thigh

    Lately I've been lonesome
    standing for so long here
    bereft of my support.
    Loosely keeping balance,
    favoring the left foot
    creates aching muscle.
    Much like stoic paintings
    of Giotto, brown stone
    covered in plaster with
    lumps of drying colors.
    But I'm not
    talking about painful
    things. Far from it. Two legs
    are an inconvienience.
    ***


By Slacker on Wednesday, September 30, 1998 - 12:10 am:

    if you bury satan's severed head in your yard it will make your garden smell like a rotten buried head.


By Reknball on Wednesday, October 7, 1998 - 02:59 am:

    Satan's Severed Headcheese:

    Place head into large pot, add salt and pepper and one whole(or unholy) onion. Boil slowly until well cooked, remove head from pot, remove flesh from skull and puree flesh in blender. Place flesh in suitable serving vessel, top off with satanic pot broth, add salt pepper and sage to taste, chill and enjoy!

    Satan's skull makes a lovely centerpiece.




















































By Antigone on Wednesday, October 14, 1998 - 12:20 am:

    Satan's severed head, a mysterious fortune telling ball...
    Satan's severed head is really Nostradamus' left testical.
    Satan's severed head, kicked around by Myan soccer players,
    Satan's severed head makes me cry while peeling off all those onion like meaning layers.


By Slacker on Wednesday, October 28, 1998 - 04:20 am:

    snakes and skulls and blood and gore....

    again


By Reknball on Friday, October 30, 1998 - 01:37 am:

    Satan's severed head, for vegetarian cuisines...
    Substitute for head, unholy rice and beans.


By Slacker on Friday, October 30, 1998 - 01:48 am:

    that's silly


By Reknball on Tuesday, November 3, 1998 - 12:46 am:

    I'll fire my editor


By Antigone on Wednesday, November 11, 1998 - 12:14 am:

    Woodward and Bernstein said it right when they wrote:

    The suspect, former CIA employee Satan Jr., 53, also holds a separate head to provide severing services to the Republican National Committee, GOP national chairman Bob Dole said yesterday.


By Antigone on Wednesday, November 25, 1998 - 02:57 am:

    "...and, why did you give away your precious..." I tried to go on, but something caught the corner of my eye. An itch, sort of like a small tugging, beckoned my right eyeball to turn, taking the left one with it, all without my realizing until the sight of both eyes rested on the bag under my coffee table. "Where did that come from?" I thought, rising from my chair, setting down the spoon which still had a few beans on it. The brown paper bottom of the bag was slightly darker than the rest of it. Maybe it was....moist? I wasn't sure. I got closer, and more details began to emerge.

    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.

    I had to eat the bag.

    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.
    The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.

    I soooooo want the bag.

    The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.
    The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.
    The bag.The bag.The bag.The bag.
    The bag.The bag.The bag.
    The bag.The bag.
    The bag.


By Granny on Wednesday, November 25, 1998 - 11:14 am:

    How 'bout an Old Bag, Cutie ??


By Me............. on Wednesday, November 25, 1998 - 11:53 am:

    Oh,where have you gone for two weeks, Antigone ??
    You are back now - have you the severed head of another undead ?? "Give me my head," dear old Satan said........ I want to wear it myself.......All you do, when you don't wear it-is stick it on a shelf.............Pretty lame poetry, I know, but what DO you expect-you are dealing with one of heaven's rejects.....


By Antigone on Wednesday, November 25, 1998 - 08:25 pm:

    The only lame poetry is unsaid poetry. And even that's cool if it promotes the appropriate hormonal response when you think it.

    *Rips off a sliver of the bag*

    Here, want some? I didn't eat it all...


By Me............. on Monday, November 30, 1998 - 12:42 pm:

    I am wearing Satan's Severed Head........
    Alas ! It grows quite heavy.......
    Yet, I believe I'll catch some drippings
    and make a lovely gravy.......

    Antigone-Greek God ? Possibly, I'll have to look it up.......No thanks-don't want none-I'll leave you holding the bag..........


By Antigone on Tuesday, December 1, 1998 - 12:46 am:

    I'm afraid you've already eaten some bag, somewhere already. I can see it in your elipsis, Me............. .


By Me.......... on Tuesday, December 1, 1998 - 11:52 am:

    I shredded it ; put it in a bowl with milk and honey, & ate it as a breakfast cereal....GGGRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAATTTT !!!!!!


By Spanky monkey on Saturday, December 5, 1998 - 02:43 am:

    Does your mother know how messed up you are?


By Me...... on Monday, December 7, 1998 - 02:26 pm:

    YUP !!! Where do you think I get it ?? Actually she's threatened to have me committed a few times, when I got a little too outlandish.......


By Antigone on Monday, December 7, 1998 - 10:51 pm:

    That's too bad. Some people just don't understand us bag eaters.

    OK. Time for a new metaphor. That one's run it's course.

    So, shall the next metaphor be paper or plastic?


By Me.......... on Tuesday, December 8, 1998 - 02:11 pm:

    HEAVY METAL !!!!!!


By Antigone on Sunday, January 3, 1999 - 04:47 pm:

    Ok, but only if it involves mercury poisioning...


By Me......... on Monday, January 4, 1999 - 01:42 pm:

    No, only silver linings and golden skies.......
    LET'S BE HAPPY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


By Antigone on Friday, January 8, 1999 - 05:22 pm:

    I'd be happy to oblige you, but happy makes for really shitty poetry. I mean, not saying that Satan's severed head is anything other than obscure mind drippings, but at least it's that. I can't seem to do even that when I'm happy, and I'm WAY to happy these days.

    Really. I am.

    Sigh. I guess it's time to chew off a leg.


By Jon on Friday, January 8, 1999 - 06:32 pm:

    -Happy Poem-
    **************************************************
    Enchanted fairies hush up the cavorting kittens.
    Who frolic in the rainbow drenched meadow.

    They giggle-

    "I hope the Teddybear Guard can protect all those Peppermints, from the greedy advances
    Of Satan's severed head!"
    **************************************************

    This one left me feeling a little misty... (sniffle!)


By Antigone on Saturday, January 9, 1999 - 03:09 pm:

    ...misty? I feel pasty.
    It may be a little racy
    but your poem makes me hastily
    want to masticate...

    ...on a bag of your choice.
    You know, the one that's moist.
    But, alas, I have foisted
    this tired metaphor...

    ...on ya'll once more.
    But it's either that or
    that semi-strange gore
    of Satan's severed head.

    Heh.

    I've been playing Scrabble.
    Can you tell?





By Dumbass on Saturday, January 9, 1999 - 05:32 pm:

    you must never dabble in scrabble,
    but always play by the rules.
    those who try to subvert them
    will end up looking like fools

    try and sneak in something clever
    or mess with the moderator
    and your head satan will sever
    hence you will be seen again never

    the law is the law is the law
    its writ in the OSPD
    if you want to set yourself free
    you'll cross the scrabbleman's ma

    we cannot allow that to happen
    it wouldn't be good for the game
    the ratings, the rankings, the fame
    isn't that why all of us came?

    it's not a pastime for losers
    we must all be oh so serious
    if we don't, well, you know
    who gets awfully imperious




By Dumbass on Saturday, January 9, 1999 - 05:34 pm:

    please, poetry police, i know all about the iambs

    i just don't care at the moment


By Antigone on Sunday, February 28, 1999 - 08:54 pm:

    If I do dabble in scrabble
    It's unfortunately not probable
    that I'll find something rhyming
    except something lame like "rabble"...

    So fuckitall, I say
    fuck meter, fuck rhyme, fuck sense,
    just make sure you still write
    in four line stanzas

    And, be terse.


By Gee on Wednesday, March 3, 1999 - 05:21 am:

    That's gotta hurt.


By Antigone on Wednesday, March 10, 1999 - 03:46 am:

    ...meanwhile, as death stalked my sorry ass today, I wandered about in a dazed stupor, searching aimlessly for the end of the current sentence. There it was. "Wasn't that easy," I ask myself, stroking the happily paired double quotes, wondering whether there should have been a question mark instead of a comma after "easy." "Remember back to your early grammar days," I write/type/think while looking up the word "grammar" in the ancient "Webster's Instant Word Guide" formerly nestled among hundreds of useless floppy disks and CD's, discovering how fucking self referential I can get, and also hoping I don't write another word that ends in "ing." Shit. Was that one? "ing," I mean. If it was, then I just did it again.


By Slacker on Saturday, March 20, 1999 - 12:38 pm:

    i'm still the keeper of the "head"


By Agatha on Saturday, March 20, 1999 - 01:28 pm:

    SLACK-AAAH!!

    ummmm, hello. always a pleasure to see you again.


By Antigone on Saturday, March 20, 1999 - 09:13 pm:

    Satan's severed head, poke it with a straw.
    Satan's severed head, suck it till you scrape your brain-pan raw.
    Satan's severed head, "Ya know what I think?"
    Satan's severed head says, "Of course I do, you fucking moron. I even know the chemicals in your underarm stink. Were you under the impression that I wasn't an omnipotent demigod? Fuck, man! I'm not just a disembodied head that you gleefully write shitty poetry about! I'm Mephistopholes, for Christ's sake! Get a grip!!"


By Persephone on Sunday, March 21, 1999 - 01:58 am:

    itty, bitty, shitty
    huh?


    satan's severed head, i don't flap dog tweedle
    satan's severed head, what is meter bleep?
    satan's severed head, repetition excuses fart
    satan's severed head, sand kicking flea cookie cutter butter munching knife sprig juice bite
    satan's severed head, fuck you you ass
    satan's severed head, i can call it poetry because i eat ticks
    satan's severed head, i am on tongue squeeze poop
    satan's severed head, drop kick barbeque limbs
    satan's severed head, in fact maybe spelling is restrictive
    satan's severed head, thwetiiawuttga
    satan's severed head, if you don't understand then i am superior ha ha ha ha
    satan's severed head, but i am self deprecating so you can't blame me!!!!


By Slacker on Sunday, March 21, 1999 - 05:54 am:

    they saved hitler's cock
    they hid it under a rock

    i discovered it last night, i couldn't even
    believe my eyes,
    if hitlers cock could start to talk
    it would say to kill today
    if hitlers cock could choose it's mate it would ask for sharron tate.
    hitlers cock is on the loose,



    and now i'm scared of what it's gonna do.

    they saved satan's head
    they hid it under my bed

    i discovered it last night
    i almost fuckin' died of fright
    satan's head sparked up a bowl
    and now i have to sell my soul


    satan's head is on the loose and now i'm scared of what it's gonna do.

    they saved pat ferris's ass
    they found her out eating grass

    i saw her grazing the other day
    it nearly fuckin' blew me away
    you know pat ferris's ass can't talk
    'cause it's too busy sucking cock


    pat ferris's ass is on the loose
    and now i'm scared of what it's gonna do.


By Sheila on Sunday, March 21, 1999 - 12:40 pm:

    Satan gives the best head.

    Although it is severed.

    And you are dead.


By Semillama on Sunday, March 21, 1999 - 03:44 pm:

    Satan? get real
    the bleeding head of
    Arnold Palmer
    is the real deal

    Launch, baby, Launch!


By Sarah on Monday, March 22, 1999 - 09:40 pm:

    Satan's Severed Head
    Phallic horns and dripping blood
    Latest fashion craze!



By Slacker on Sunday, March 28, 1999 - 03:15 pm:

    i already got mine


By Antigone on Friday, April 23, 1999 - 10:36 pm:

    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    reprieve
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe
    breathe
    rebreathe


By Antigone on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 05:06 am:

    Hm.


By Sheila on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 12:02 pm:

    Satan's Severed Head,
    Drop it from a plane,
    Aim for the target,
    Splashing lots of brain.

    Could it be a Smart Bomb,
    Causing all this pain?
    Or is it Satan's Severed Head,
    Making acid rain.


By Antigone on Wednesday, May 26, 1999 - 11:39 pm:

    I'm so giddy I feel like liquid Christ in a nut slapper convention.
    I'm so connected I eat carpet cleaner at every gingivitis anonymous meeting.
    I'm so moth like I call sirloin steak on grandmother's day.
    I'm so freeze dried you get crispy reading this.
    I'm so metallic I greet the day. "Fuckin' hi!"
    Uhh huh...


By Masked on Friday, June 11, 1999 - 07:48 pm:

    the absolute plasticity of this entire existance leaves me with no hope of any savior....
    ....including satan


By Antigone on Friday, June 11, 1999 - 07:57 pm:

    Join the club!

    Satan's severed head, Why rent when you can buy?
    Satan's severed head, improbable giddiness hits me as my bones fry.
    Satan's severed head, a French pastry sure would hit the spot!
    Satan's severed head, this is where I spew up a shit load of syllables, whether they make any sense or not...


By Antigone on Friday, June 18, 1999 - 10:48 pm:

    Burly curves of whirly dirt
    hurt my herbal, irksome turd.
    Yankee tanks spank lanky cranks,
    my churlish, girly bird!


By Antigone on Sunday, July 11, 1999 - 02:08 am:

    In a lethargic, weak, near whisper, say:

    What?

    Yeah, that's it. Now add a little cough afterwards, or maybe clear your throat:

    What? <cough>

    OK, good. So, try to make puppy dog eyes while saying it, sort of like some news has been a bit shocking:

    What? <cough> <eyes widening>

    Great! Finally, imagine a quarter of a million people all making this expression simultaneously, scattered evenly across the planet. How does that make you feel?


By Lawanda on Sunday, July 11, 1999 - 04:25 am:

    I take everything literally, well, almost. I'm wearing an aqua tank top, an aqua pair of shorts, and a black sports bra tht makes my chest look like a whiskey barrel. Dark hunter green Victoria Secret panties. Sorry, nothing nothing racy, just the sport high cut.

    No satan stuff in my closet. Is there a retailer that carries that? Wal Mart perhaps?


By Sheila on Sunday, July 11, 1999 - 10:47 am:

    Satan's Severed Head,
    kiss it on the lips;
    Satan's Severed Head,
    feed it fish and chips.

    When it gets so crammed
    that it has to puke,
    Braid it's stringy hair
    into a peruke.

    If the vomit is projectile,
    catch it in a dish;
    If it makes you erectile,
    mix it with the fish.

    Satan's Severed Head,
    I dreamed of you all night;
    Satan's Severed Head,
    You are my heart's delight.

    Antigone was such a mensch,
    She patched her brother's bod,
    Now I know she is a man,
    I find it very odd.



By Lawanda on Sunday, July 11, 1999 - 02:49 pm:

    Duh, I get it now. I'm in the wrong room. I'll come back when I have something lyrical to say. Nice stuff Sheila.


By Semillama on Sunday, July 11, 1999 - 03:32 pm:

    If you are wearing
    Satan's sever'd head does that
    Make you a golf tee?


By Antigone on Sunday, July 11, 1999 - 08:01 pm:

    If you are not sure
    inquire with Arnold Palmer
    the Satan/golf mensch!


By J on Wednesday, July 14, 1999 - 10:43 am:

    If Satan has blood,and it gets on your carpet,Spot Shot will get out blood stains.


By Antigone on Wednesday, August 18, 1999 - 06:20 pm:

    fluf
    fy
    fluf
    fy
    fluffy
    fluffy
    fluffy
    fluffy
    fluffy
    fluffy
    fluffy
    fluffyfluffy
    fluffyfluffy
    fluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffy
    fluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffy!


By Waffles on Wednesday, August 18, 1999 - 06:41 pm:

    i'm holding satan's severed head.........
    wishing it were good and dead
    it stares and smiles and blows me kisses
    taunting lips and evil wishes

    my mamma sez to throw it out
    screaming evil, i kick and shout
    that thar satan's severed head
    wishing mamma was good and dead

    wearing dad's derby and mamma's pearls
    killing boys and eating girls
    that wacky satan's severed head
    jumping joy evil joy on my bed

    piggy bank and the fishy tank
    nothing tops my satan's severed head
    blood on fish and bones on bills
    evil fish and money kills
    sez satan's severed head


By Semillama on Wednesday, August 18, 1999 - 07:45 pm:

    I shoved Satan's severed head straight up my ass
    So he could feast upon my lovely hot gas
    but now this evil caper
    has ruined my anal vapor
    Just to fart now requires a Black Mass.


By Antigone on Wednesday, August 18, 1999 - 08:13 pm:

    SEM, YOU ROOOOOOCK!


By Antigone on Tuesday, August 24, 1999 - 11:12 pm:

    Tonight I ran out of detergent while doing laundry, so I stole some of my neighbor's Fab.

    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell
    I'm going to hell


By Sarah on Wednesday, August 25, 1999 - 04:09 am:

    i wanna little satan's severed head in my bowl
    i wanna little evil down in my soul
    i could stand a severed head oh, so bad
    i feel so funny, i feel so sad


    (apologies to ms. simone)



By Antigone on Wednesday, August 25, 1999 - 10:35 pm:

    i want satan's severd head by the pool
    i hear he's so hot, but he's not, he's so cruel
    wanna scratch jehova's balls? he's your man,
    with a belly fulla salt and a brimstone tan


By Jinafishes on Thursday, August 26, 1999 - 01:05 pm:

    Satan is my maaaster, he has always been
    And he tells me what to do
    He buys all my Metallica records,
    And sometimes I think..


By J on Thursday, August 26, 1999 - 02:36 pm:

    Five foot nine,eyes that shine Born and bred in Palastein, has anybody seen my Lord? Cures the sick,raises the dead,oh! he does wonders with fish and bread,has anybody seen my Lord?


By H on Thursday, August 26, 1999 - 02:39 pm:

    Did I lose Satan's severed head?
    Was Buddy E a man named Jed?
    Did someone bad take it away?
    Was Isabel S. Weezy J?
    Did I leave it at the mall?
    Or did I deal with Monte Hall?
    The head for whats behind door 3
    It's Turtle Wax for you and me!
    I put the head in Reynolds Wrap
    And stored it with some other crap
    And now it's gone, I must confess
    Sure as Rose Kennedy had a black dress
    Where the Hell did that head go?
    Was ol' Jack Webb a cop named Joe?
    I shoulda kept it in a box
    Or with Lamont and Fred (Redd Foxx)
    That fucking head I cannot find
    Tom Willis had a huge behind
    The head is gone, you understand
    So I'll just watch more TV Land.


By Resonance on Friday, August 27, 1999 - 10:39 pm:

    I'm dying to know who "Dumbass" is.
    Won't you enlighten me.
    please . . . . .?


By J on Saturday, August 28, 1999 - 11:26 am:

    Satan had his ass kicked out on the streets,now he,s working for circus peanuts and pocket lint,bad Satan,he be a moron.


By J on Sunday, August 29, 1999 - 02:41 am:

    I don,t want Satan in my head,I don,t want Satan in my bed,I do not like Satan,s plan,I don,t like Satan,Sam I am.I do not like his funky cock,that,s why he wears a wooly sock.I do not like him,Sam I said,keep ole Satan out in the shed.


By Semillama on Wednesday, September 1, 1999 - 07:32 pm:

    this is starting to sound like something ween does.


By Antigone on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 02:57 am:

    Triptych tyranny
    Triple terrorism
    Triangle totality
    Terrorist troika
    Treble thought
    Dual despotism
    Double dictatorship
    Duplex domination
    Single sinner


By Antigone on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 03:02 am:

    Pretentious poem


By Sarah on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 03:06 am:

    love, you are almost too good for this place.


    no really, i mean that. you're cool.



By Plain Old Gee on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 04:31 am:

    Even if you do have a girly name.

    Ann-tigon-ee. Ann-tig-on-ee. Ann-tigone. Oh it's so much fun to say!


By Me..... on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 05:48 pm:

    number nine, number nine, number nine........


By Dumbass on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 10:21 am:

    Dumbass is the epitome
    of all that's weak and lame.
    In fact, she shares a bit o' me
    Mark gave me the name.


By Antigone on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 05:27 pm:

    Self deprecating poetry! All together now!


By Sarah on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 05:54 pm:

    today i want to kill
    everyone who's in my way
    and when i get to hell
    they'll king me for a day


By Patrick on Tuesday, December 7, 1999 - 02:32 pm:

    the snug of the fit
    one size fits all
    dripping on my new shirt
    pay my dry clean bill BITCH!


By Antigone on Sunday, December 12, 1999 - 03:27 am:

    Satan's severed head, why the long face?
    Satan's severed head kicks a pebble and shuffles his feet. He looks up from beneath his black, bushy eyebrows. You can see his boyish features peeking out from behind the puss and putrid rotting flesh.
    Satan's severed head, are you incontinent?
    Satan's severed head says, "There's some things even you shouldn't ask, asshole! At least not in public..."


By semillama on Sunday, December 12, 1999 - 01:46 pm:

    stick your fingers into satan's severed head's eyesockets and lick them clean! and repeat, and repeat, and repeat.


By heather on Sunday, December 12, 1999 - 02:31 pm:

    sa
    tan's sev
    ere
    d head sits be
    hind me

    glow
    ering

    now g
    lanc
    ing coy
    ly o
    u
    t the window


By Antigone on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 12:09 am:

    Satan`s severed head... the last of the unsaved!
    He prances on the goofy tuber, brazenly unshaved.
    He winces when a crack unfolds,
    a tacky smear of plaque, I`m told,
    But never fear, my big queer steer,
    fuck fuck, fuck fuck, fuck fuck!


By Beelzebub on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 12:24 am:

    I'm really not amused, you know.


By Antigone on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 12:41 am:

    Fuck you.
    Fuck me.
    Fuck it for always,
    That's the way it should be.

    - Lionel Bitchy


By J on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 01:01 am:

    Antigone you,re a trip,stay that way.


By sarah on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 03:46 am:


    Antigone, you ARE going to Margret's wedding, aren't you? I am dying to meet you.



By sarah on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 03:51 am:


    jack and jill went up the hill
    to fetch the severed head
    jack fell down
    and broke his crown
    and jill ran off with satan


    the end.






By Markus on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 10:20 am:

    Satan always gets the chicks.


By J on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 01:02 pm:

    I only lift my legs for Jesus.


By semillama on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 07:05 pm:

    As I sit and shake my aching head
    Awash with feelings of nameless dread
    I was in error
    to tempt the terror
    of fellatio from Satan's Severed Head


By Sheila on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 10:28 pm:

    Head from the Head,
    You should have known better.
    The tongue of the Corpse
    is all that you'll get, or
    Else probe the stump,
    It's bound to be slimy;
    just don't try to hump,
    Your dick will get grimy.

    While Satan's Head is sucking
    Your life's juices away;
    It's your mind He's fucking
    You'll pay and pay and pay.

    Llama is thinking,
    "This tool should be used"
    But Satan's Severed Head
    Cannot be abused.

    What were you thinking,
    You simpleton arse?
    A blow job by the Evil One--
    Gad, what a farce!



By _____ on Thursday, February 10, 2000 - 11:50 pm:

    how do you people do that? where was i when that module was being passed out? passed out?

    these drugs are supposed to make me feel better. it's not fair.

    why am i telling you this?


    something's got to give.


By Patrick on Friday, February 11, 2000 - 11:59 am:

    Try to relax Dave. Take a stress pill and think things over.


By Markus on Friday, February 11, 2000 - 12:45 pm:

    What I want to know is, is Diatribe someone here, or just a random individual who started the thread and never looked back?


By J on Friday, February 11, 2000 - 01:20 pm:

    I,ve been on the boards now for almost a year and I,ve never seen a Diatribe posting here.


By Kymical on Monday, March 20, 2000 - 04:50 pm:

    it was really antigone...silly dill pickle.


By Antigone on Monday, March 20, 2000 - 09:01 pm:

    Nope. It wasn't. This was my first post, here and on Sorabji.com...

    Isn't that fucking important?

    Fucking a portant.
    Ploughing a harbinger.
    Cultivating an omen.
    Fraternizing with bowmen.
    Massaging the blowfish.
    Besieging the blue finch.

    !!having a short stout usually
    conical bill adapted for crushing seeds!!

    FUCK!!




By Antigone on Friday, March 24, 2000 - 12:45 am:

    FUCK!!!


By Antigone on Saturday, June 24, 2000 - 08:38 pm:

    FUCK!!!!


By Cat on Saturday, June 24, 2000 - 08:41 pm:

    The three month fuck anniversary?


By Jay on Saturday, June 24, 2000 - 10:42 pm:

    Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground. a young nigger got it bad cause i'm brown.
    whatever the fuck that means.


By dave. on Sunday, June 25, 2000 - 02:26 am:

    scoopy scoop. scoopy scoopy scoop.

    fuck yeah.


By Satan on Thursday, July 27, 2000 - 03:32 pm:

    !!!KCAB DAEH YM EM EVIG


By Satan on Thursday, July 27, 2000 - 03:59 pm:

    GIVE ME MY SEVERED HEAD BACK!!!!!!!!!!


By Fetidbeaver on Thursday, July 27, 2000 - 07:38 pm:

    Yawn! Satan you're boring, shut the fuck up.


By Mavis on Thursday, July 27, 2000 - 07:51 pm:

    fetidbeaver-did i ever tell you
    that you rock?

    you rock


By Satan on Friday, July 28, 2000 - 10:53 am:

    MAVIS, I WOULD NOT SAY SUCH THINGS IF I WERE YOU.


By Antigone on Friday, August 11, 2000 - 07:25 pm:

    ...my stomach distended with brown paper bag bits, I started down the road to Omaha. Nobody likes to pick you up when you're throwing up paper (or plastic, for that matter) so I didn't hitch, not wanting to impose. It was an inconvenience, but I had to fuel my need for bag, so I often paid the price. I'd heard that Omaha area grocers used an organic brown paper bag brand, devoid of the toxic glues that kept giving me the shakes...


By Zephyr on Friday, August 11, 2000 - 07:38 pm:

    hehehhe...original? or where from?


By Antigone on Friday, August 11, 2000 - 08:13 pm:

    Eh?

    You's talkin' to me?
    Are _you_ talkin' to me?
    ..cause if you are, I...

    ..what was that?
    ...what did you say?


By sarah on Friday, August 11, 2000 - 10:19 pm:



    Swollen belly gives birth to
    Ovarian mass? or
    Satan's Severed Head?



By Trace on Saturday, August 12, 2000 - 12:32 am:

    both


By Antigone on Saturday, August 12, 2000 - 04:11 am:

    smegma


By semillama on Saturday, August 12, 2000 - 12:10 pm:

    Perhaps it will be
    Son of Satan's Severed Head


By Trace on Sunday, August 13, 2000 - 12:05 am:

    Sounds yummy


By Antigone on Tuesday, September 19, 2000 - 11:01 pm:

    Name that tune...

    Shrimp on me, when you're not prawn
    And i'll be your sea, i'll help you float on
    'Cause we all need somebody
    To be prawn.


By Dougie on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 08:24 am:

    The tune is Let it Bleed, don't know about the new and improved lyrics you've got there though.


By Dougie on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 08:33 am:

    No, no, it's Lean On Me, sorry. The last 2 lines threw me. Or maybe it's a mix of the 2.


By patrick on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 12:15 pm:

    i see where ya going with that dougie, but i think its something different, the syllables don't match.....either that or antigone is eating the drywall again


By Dougie on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 01:04 pm:

    I hope he gets here soon and clears up the confusion.


By Antigone on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 10:15 pm:

    Did you know that office ceiling tiles are made
    out of an edible suger? Unfortunately they also
    contain poisonous compounds.

    I will (not) eat (them).


By Fb on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 10:49 pm:

    Kind of like Reese's peanut-butter cups huh?
    Remember their '70's comercials...."Hey! you got peanut-butter on my chocolate, Hey! you got chocolate in my peanut-butter..."

    Hey! you got sugar in my ceiling tiles......

    Never mind I'm going to bed for real this time....


By Isolde on Wednesday, September 20, 2000 - 11:34 pm:

    Woah, FB. Forget to take your meds there?


By Satan on Sunday, January 28, 2001 - 09:48 pm:

    Jeez..i better get more space ready..obviously a lot of you headed my way


By semillama on Monday, January 29, 2001 - 12:23 pm:

    interesting how lurkers always like to take on the Satan persona.


By Semillama on Monday, January 29, 2001 - 03:51 pm:

    I prefer to take on the personna of a real hottie.


By Cat on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 01:41 am:

    Like me?


By Antigone on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 01:43 am:

    Definitely


By Habercroix on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 03:26 am:

    I tried to warn you nearly three years ago to no avail. Satan is still actively recruiting souls while skating on National Hockey League ice.

    http://sports.yahoo.com/nhl/players/6/666/

    The numbers in the URL are no accident. Perhaps you will listen this time.


By semillama on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 08:50 am:

    That last semillama was not me. So no one will think that I suddenly have a swelled head or something.

    Remember, a capital s means it's not an authentic, certified semillama! Demand only the best!


By heather on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 12:23 pm:

    i think that someone was trying to say that you're a hottie, sem


By semillama on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 12:47 pm:

    hmm. That never occured to me.

    What the hell are they thinking?


By sarah on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 02:11 pm:


    oh, don't be coy. tsk.



By Gee on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 02:36 pm:

    Semillama is indeed cute, even if he does have really bad taste in science-fiction telelvision.


By Cat on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 02:52 pm:

    OK...the Semillama was me and yes, I was alleging that Sem was a hottie. The "Cat" wasn't me...it was someone reversing the game. The "Antigone" wasn't the genuine article either. You really had to be there.


By patrick on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 03:08 pm:

    see i think we went to far with being able to identify IPs, now no one can have some fun without you dorks racing to see who it is.....


    its like the atom bomb. amazing technology, but obviously we are not able to handle the responsibility that comes with it.


By Patrick on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 03:35 pm:

    Patrick, you are an ASS HOLE! A MAJOR ASS HOLE!

    ;-)


By semillama on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 04:15 pm:

    I have bad taste in most of the tv I watch, actually.

    Except for Futurama.


By patrick on Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 05:08 pm:

    i gave up on futurama....


By Trace on Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 06:54 am:

    I love Futurama, and still love the simpsons.
    King of the Hill is getting very dull


By Pug on Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 09:35 am:

    Cartoons kick ass in general---Simpsons, Futurama, South Park, Dragon Ball Z, CNN, 700 Club.....
    I used to wear Satan's severed head, but it shrank in the wash.


By Dougie on Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 07:31 pm:

    Never got into Futurama, and I hate King of the Hill. Simpsons & South Park rule (although I kind of got out of the swing of South Park after the first season, but have found a new appreciation -- anybody see that episode where they were dissecting manatees?!)


By Pug on Thursday, February 1, 2001 - 09:23 am:

    "South Park" goes in cycles....they never really lose that sense of subversion, tho. The latest season is quite good....


By Antigone on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 07:04 pm:

    I saw the massive shadows
    Of sharp mountains at sunset,
    And they said to me,
    "In minutes, we will be dead.
    But as we move in fractal grace,
    Long jagged thoughts
    Will spread across your mind
    To live another day."


By Antigone on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 07:07 pm:

    Disregard that last one. I like this better:

    I saw the massive shadows
    Of sharp mountains at sunset.
    They said to me,
    "In minutes, we will be dead.
    But as we move in fractal grace,
    Long jagged thoughts
    Will spread across your mind
    To live another day."


By Cat on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 07:41 pm:

    Haiku.

    We* want a haiku. Or an haiku, maybe. I can't remember which. Either will do.

    *That is a royal "we". I come from a monarchy and I'm allowed to use it. It's in the rule book.


By Nate on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 07:51 pm:

    a


By Antigone on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 08:42 pm:

    Fickle feline calls.
    I jump to comply, of course.
    You sit...you get bit!


By Nate on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 08:53 pm:

    grunting anal sex
    antigone's best intent
    puddles in litter


By Antigone on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 08:55 pm:

    grunting anal sex
    antigone's best intent
    puddles in NATE'S ASS


By heather on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 09:06 pm:

    in february, as a response to numerous annoying emails sent by people who misplaced their pencils, and one woman who wanted to inform the people that ordered girl scout cookies from her little sister [but didn't want to bother looking up 5 individual address so she sent email to like 500 people,] i started sending messages in haiku to the entire school through global email

    i addressed one to my friend david and he replied [also to the rest of the school]

    we got like 30 responses before someone figured out that they were haiku and we were fucking around


    keep your puddles to yourselves


By Cat on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 09:12 pm:

    No ode to my legs
    scalding hot ass fuck descends
    Bad boy Antigone



By Nate on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 09:34 pm:

    so sorry feline
    that was not a haiku
    but please try again!


By dave. on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 10:26 pm:

    don't be too hasty
    irony properly used:
    line 2 seven beats


By Nate on Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 10:59 pm:

    what the fuck you say?
    line two should have seven beats
    but line three had six.


By dave. on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 12:27 am:

    1) that

    2) was

    3) not

    4) a

    5) hai

    6) ku


    sound familiar?

    (dude. i think she thinks the final "e" in antigone is silent. /snicker )


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 11:12 am:

    poking fun at an
    improper haiku is not
    nice. carry on, sah!


By Nate on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 11:18 am:

    this morning sober
    one finger new hand is six
    that is good funny


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 11:43 am:

    what was that, nate-o?
    this board tastes extremely strange
    watch labyrinth much.

    sister getting a
    drivers' licence tomorrow.
    run run run run ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!


By droopy on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 11:48 am:

    large, tough, and hairy
    their siren song calls to me:
    gorilla buttocks


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 11:51 am:

    that could be a short
    parody of a beatles song,
    droopy: let it be.


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 11:58 am:

    oh! uncle harry
    pissing in the bath! whoa-hoa!
    pissing in the bath!*

    *an actual song by the living end.


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 12:11 pm:

    oh how i love you,
    haiku haiku toodeloo...
    ...ev'ry cow says moo.


By Spider on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 12:16 pm:

    My upper lip is
    trembling. Like a nervous twitch.
    Except...never mind.


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 12:20 pm:

    what? a post! tell me,
    don't say never mind. it will
    guarantee int'rest.


By Spider on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 12:22 pm:

    Oops, I only meant
    to find some words to fill the
    seven syllables.


By patrick on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 01:25 pm:

    yes she hides today
    turtle shell spider come play
    shake lip timid nay


By semillama on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 01:26 pm:

    He was made of wood
    Pinocchio found this out
    his hand was on fire.


By Spider on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 01:40 pm:

    Firewater, I love
    your psychopharmacolo-
    gy. Bite me, Patrick.




    Note: 1) "Fire" is one syllable. 2) I mean you no offense, Patrick. It just fit nicely.


By patrick on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 01:48 pm:

    i ....like lenny bruce, never understood such invitations as "bite me", "eat me" and "fuck you". as these are all things i would do with pleasure. i love to bite.


By semillama on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 01:51 pm:

    satan's severed head! Satan's severed head!
    Right Said Fred! Right Said Fred!
    Alive Undead! Alive Undead!


By Spider on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 02:01 pm:

    You can bite my fingers.


By patrick on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 02:16 pm:

    one day...this hippy school that often rides the same afternoon bus as I...with the old-school hippy bus driver mike....well, we see each other all the time so we talk and whatnot. i even suspected she may have had a crush on me...but i cant be sure, its really of no consequence.

    Anyway, she and her tea head friends often ride the bus just to hang with mike, so they will ride it around and around and around. When approaching my stop...she got up and grabbed the bars and blocked my way...got all cutsey and said "why do you have to leave? you always leave...hang with us" etc etc. so, i was waiting for her to move out of my way, and but she didnt. her forearm was right in front of my face, holding the overheard bar, blocking my path...so i bit her arm.


By Spider on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 02:25 pm:

    Oh, my! Then what happened?


By patrick on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 02:36 pm:

    she let me off...flirted more in coming days and then graduated high school. i havent seen her since, but mike the hippy bus driver is on assigment elsewhere for a while, when he comes back...she'll probably ride the bus from time to time just to hang, mike is the kinda guy all the kids like.

    (i meant to say hippy "schoolgirl" up there)


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 02:38 pm:

    Ode to Cat's legs:

    your legs are most fair
    but they do not quite compare
    to your derriere


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 02:42 pm:

    what does it matter
    on the haiku's last stanza
    Antigone makes six?

    The name is so grande
    that the line should be enlarged
    to fit the ego


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 03:18 pm:

    ego ego ego ego ego
    "i am the walrus" said the
    beatles. john is dead.


By patrick on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 03:42 pm:

    ego ego two
    syllables tap desk see self
    haiku master mad


By Cat on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 03:57 pm:

    Ah but you, Anti-gone
    must always rhyme with pantie.
    Hack ewe, fuck you Nate.


By Nate on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 04:10 pm:

    ah yes, fuck you nate
    i hear that all of the time
    i suck


By spunky on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 04:13 pm:

    o fuck you you ass
    you only think that you suck
    o fuck you you ass


By semillama on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 04:28 pm:

    suck fuck lick kiss Blow!
    hips tits lips dicks butt dimples
    whips chains nun's wimples.


By Nate on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 04:35 pm:

    genital herpes
    warty oozing gash galore
    smells like taco bell


By TBone on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 05:09 pm:

    amphetamine lunch
    earwigs eating my muffin
    my heart is beating

    crawling blueberries
    you didn't mind yesterday
    you gonna eat that?


By pez on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 06:54 pm:

    no, i was planning
    on it, but your words,
    awful, grossed me out.

    sorry about the
    ten syllable first line, i
    wish i had thought, oops.


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 07:08 pm:

    just writing sentence
    fragments that happen to fit
    ain't a haiku, folks...


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 07:13 pm:

    Each line is one thought.
    The middle line gives a pause...
    ...then a swift ending!


By heather on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 07:23 pm:

    ya. you guys write shitty haiku.


    and it should be about grasshoppers and oceans and crap.


    shape up.


By Nate on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 07:37 pm:

    i, in the ocean
    must have ate grasshopper lunch.
    they float in my crap.


By Cat on Wednesday, July 11, 2001 - 10:13 pm:

    Bad mean Heather.

    The kids were just having fun.


By HAIKU on Thursday, July 12, 2001 - 12:02 am:

    Basho (1644-1694)

    Winter seclusion:
    Once again I will lean against
    This post.

    First winter rain:
    The monkey also seems
    To want a small straw cloak.

    Issa (1763-1827)

    For you fleas too,
    The night must be long,
    It must be lonely.

    Striking the fly,
    I hit also
    A flowering plant.

    The autumn storm;
    A prostitute shack,
    At 24 cents a time.

    Shiki (1866-1902)

    The dead body
    Of a trodden-on crab,
    This autumn morning

    Etsujin.

    Covered with the flowers,
    Instantly I'd like to die
    In this dream of ours!



By agatha on Thursday, July 12, 2001 - 12:10 am:

    must be 5-7-5 when spoken in japanese?

    "Haiku is a very short poetic form, consisting of three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables each, and must have a special word which evokes the season. It is probably the shortest poetic form in the world, and its development is native to Japan, with no influence from either the West or China. The poet must be concise because of the brevity, while concentrating deep spiritual understanding into the poem. The haiku poet usually takes up the changes of nature which have impressed him in order to express the intangible world of the spirit."


By patrick on Thursday, July 12, 2001 - 11:16 am:

    fuck that.

    haiku any damn way you want, about ass, splooge, amphetemine lunch breaks or what have you.


By Czarina on Thursday, July 12, 2001 - 02:33 pm:

    you've been bad
    but no one knows it
    fly with angles


By pez on Thursday, July 12, 2001 - 02:34 pm:

    a wonderful sand-
    wich: bagel, egg and gouda; toast-
    ed to perfection.


By Antigone on Thursday, November 8, 2001 - 02:34 am:

    Satan's severed head, I wrote a tale of every day.
    Satan's severed head chewed it up and made it go astray.
    Satan's severed head, you packed it up too soon!
    Satan's severed head reads it all, gets all nostalgic and shit, and barks out a new tune.


By Sheila on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 12:03 am:

    Satan' s Severed Head,
    Bake it in a pie.
    Make the crust so flaky
    Decorate it with an eye.

    When the pie is opened,
    The mouth begins to sing,
    Isn't Satan's Severed Head
    Just

    the

    thing?

    Pop it in the oven,
    Make it good and hot
    Satan's Severed Head
    Always hits the spot.

    Serve it on a platter,
    Eat it with a fork.
    Satan's Severed Head:
    Eat it in New York.


By Sheila on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 12:10 am:

    Satan' s Severed Head,
    Bake it in a pie.
    Make the crust so flaky
    Decorate it with an eye.

    When the pie is opened,
    The mouth begins to sing,
    Isn't Satan's Severed Head
    Just

    the

    thing?

    Pop it in the oven,
    Make it good and hot
    Satan's Severed Head
    Always hits the spot.

    Serve it on a platter,
    Eat it with a fork.
    Satan's Severed Head:
    Eat it in New York.


By Sheila on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 12:12 am:

    I am so sorry. I have forgotten how to do this.
    Senility begets repetition.


By dave. on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 12:22 am:

    relax. it was worth reading twice.


By dave. on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 12:23 am:

    sounds like good ol' punk rock lyrics.


By agatha on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 02:39 am:

    don't go, sheila!


By sarah on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 09:34 am:


    yes!



By patrick on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 11:12 am:

    alas....the haiku




    satan's severed head
    sprouting susutake pole
    dons tourist pamphlets


By semillama on Friday, November 9, 2001 - 06:40 pm:

    You cut off his head
    and thought it would've died
    but it hopped up on your scooter and yelled
    "Take me for a ride!"

    "Take me for a ride!"

    "Take me for a ride!"


By Antigone on Thursday, February 21, 2002 - 12:13 pm:

    pustules of joy

    Civil War reenactments in butter sculpture

    True Love


By SSH on Friday, February 14, 2003 - 06:49 am:

    Penile Implant - been out of commision. Down with the down and fuck all the clowns. Eat a donkey cock with the twisted yellow dildo-douche. Munch the frantic waves of unalterable self-defeces. Unh.


By Antigone on Monday, March 31, 2003 - 02:39 pm:

    spoo


By Worm hole on Thursday, May 22, 2003 - 12:58 am:

    jus passin troo.


By semillama on Thursday, May 22, 2003 - 09:14 pm:

    I just heard they found Satan's Severed head in the back of a vault in the Iraqi Museum.


By Satansevered head on Friday, May 23, 2003 - 10:51 am:

    no,no,that was just a look-a-like.


By Antigone on Friday, September 5, 2003 - 07:25 pm:

    Satan's severed head, I came to visit the past.
    Satan's severed head recognizes the instant nature of time, expressing it in an ass blast.
    Satan's severed head, you want I beat you?
    Satan's severed head shudders and contemplates the terrifying epic haiku.


By patrick on Friday, September 5, 2003 - 07:32 pm:

    repenting for tossing Chupra down the crapper?










    will satan's severed head stop making me listen to Coldplay and dreaming about fucking my neighbor that doesnt exist?


By patrick on Friday, September 5, 2003 - 07:33 pm:

    awesome!!!!


    from the tree view, it looks like i went back in time to post before and after you tiggy.


    Satan's Severed Head at work AND HOW!


By Nate on Friday, September 5, 2003 - 07:54 pm:

    Satan's Severed Head wore a Pearl Necklace.


By J on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 02:07 am:

    Satan's severed head... blew me.


By V.v. on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 01:56 pm:

    Worm Hole,you came on line ,bought same time as i did,come back and sing to me.


By Czarina on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 02:35 pm:

    I surprised my gynocologist, with Satans Severed Head.


By agatha on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 03:08 pm:

    I can't believe I defined haiku up there. What a dork.

    Satan's severed head
    Made me call in sick today
    Ibuprofin now.


By semillama on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 03:57 pm:

    Satan was a head,
    no, he was severed,
    well, he was a severed head,
    but he was still...

    SA-TAAANN!!!!

    SA-TAAANNN!!!!


By V.v. on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 05:23 pm:

    WELL ,PON MY WORD,DO WE ALL MISS THE SEVERED HEAD OR WHAT?If you want it ,lets get back into it,right?


By V.v. on Monday, September 8, 2003 - 05:28 pm:

    But for Gods sake,dont wake up the trolls.


By J on Tuesday, September 9, 2003 - 12:03 pm:

    Woke up,got out of bed,then I saw the severed head,ran downstairs and drank a cup and looking up I noticed I was late.Found my coat and grabbed my hat made the bus in seconds flat.Found my way upstairs and had a smoke severed head spoke and I went into a dream.I'd love to turn you on.


By agatha on Tuesday, September 9, 2003 - 01:19 pm:

    called in sick again
    fiery pit in my stomach
    panic attack comes


By V.v. on Tuesday, September 9, 2003 - 07:40 pm:

    J,are you and me the only members of Sgnt.Peppers Lonly Hearts Club Band?


By J on Wednesday, September 10, 2003 - 02:51 am:

    No sweetpea,we are in the Sargent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band,it's wonderful to see you.I'd like to take you home with us.I get high with a little help from my friends,what do you see when you turn off the lights?He I see spurs that jingle,jangle jingal. Gonna get high with a little help from my friends.


By sarah on Wednesday, September 10, 2003 - 01:03 pm:


    Satan's Severed Head puts the lotion on.




By V.v. on Wednesday, September 10, 2003 - 02:12 pm:

    J,shit man,you must do allmost as much vodka as i do,[no disrespect,]and yes, i agree were All in Sgnt. Peppers Lonly Hearts Club Band,yet Heros in owr own ways.


By J on Wednesday, September 10, 2003 - 04:39 pm:

    I do loves me booze.


By V.v. on Wednesday, September 10, 2003 - 06:38 pm:

    j,so do i,but whats the state of our livers?


By J on Thursday, September 11, 2003 - 11:07 am:

    Altered or pre-cirrhosis.


By V.v. on Friday, September 12, 2003 - 09:30 am:

    This steak im eating right now must be about the same consistancy.


By J on Friday, September 12, 2003 - 12:02 pm:

    If that steak is anything like our livers,it's going to make you sick.


By J on Friday, September 12, 2003 - 12:46 pm:

    And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving slow Go ask Satan,I think he'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with Satan's head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed Satan's severed head,feed his head,feed that head!!!!


By V.v. on Friday, September 12, 2003 - 11:09 pm:

    J,I just hope one day,in some bar in America,we get to meet up and split 1 or 2 or 3 bots of 40 percent RUSSIAN VODKA together,we do tend to think alike,allthough with your o.k. i,d like to invite along Eri and Hal?


By eri on Saturday, September 13, 2003 - 12:35 am:

    I'm all for the vodka so long as I am not paying for it (in cash, I am sure I will pay in other ways).


By J on Saturday, September 13, 2003 - 01:36 am:

    Invite us all sweetcheeks,Sorabji fest Costa Rica,cause your rich can you pay our bill?We would probably kiss yor ass.


By V.v. on Thursday, September 18, 2003 - 08:18 pm:

    J,of course id pay the bill,talking of fests,im off to a WITCHFEST in south London.I dont no what to expect on the eight of November,but its going to be interesting,there will even be a member of the CROWLY family.If there is drink there i hope its not blood.


By J on Friday, September 19, 2003 - 12:47 pm:

    If it is,tell them your allergic and can only drink vodka.


By V.v. on Friday, September 19, 2003 - 04:33 pm:

    J,thats a good one.


By V.v. on Tuesday, September 23, 2003 - 02:46 pm:

    Its a ticket only do,but i am altering my diary to accommodate this amazing WITCHFEST.


By J on Tuesday, September 23, 2003 - 07:28 pm:

    Post pictures if it gets kinky.


By V.v. on Wednesday, September 24, 2003 - 04:44 pm:

    J,will do.


By Antigone on Friday, May 21, 2004 - 03:47 pm:

    To stare at the world.
    If it looks back at me now
    Will eye see the I?


By semillama on Friday, May 21, 2004 - 05:06 pm:

    crap. I should've posted that Hasselhoff link here!

    *slaps own head*


By J on Friday, May 21, 2004 - 05:20 pm:


By jack on Friday, May 21, 2004 - 06:23 pm:

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head

    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    i am wearing hasselhoff's severed head
    aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


By J on Friday, May 21, 2004 - 07:14 pm:


By Spider on Friday, May 21, 2004 - 07:40 pm:

    Thanks for the link to "A Day Without a Mexican," J. That looks like something my dad would really like.


By V.v. on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 02:32 pm:

    ...or Clint Eastwood...in "For a few dollers more"...myself,i have no problems with hot,sweaty Mexicans with 3 days growth of beard...kinda cool...in a Mexican sort of way...gold teeth and stubble,sounds like v.v. at the weekend...


By Demon_seed on Saturday, October 2, 2004 - 03:26 pm:

    i don't know who would willingly wear hasselhoff's head?


By Antigone on Thursday, February 23, 2006 - 09:32 pm:

    Satan's severed head, Sarah invoked the beast.
    Satan's severed head awoke from his slumber, seeing the evil in the world increased.
    Satan's severed head, is nothing beyond his reach?
    Satan's severed head sighs and contemplates the lovely color peach!


By jack on Sunday, June 11, 2006 - 08:09 pm:


    satan's severed head

    yes

    satan's severed head

    yes

    satan's severed head

    yes

    satan's severed head

    yes

    satan's severed head

    yes

    satan's severed head

    yes

    satan's severed head

    yes



    chupacabra?



By CHUPACABRA on Monday, June 12, 2006 - 06:28 pm:

    CHUPACABRA!


By sarah on Wednesday, January 17, 2007 - 08:56 pm:


    going out on Friday night
    with Satan's severed head
    and what i want to know is
    why everyone has fled?

    it's just the right accessory
    bar hopping is never dull
    my friend here would like a drink
    he'll have a vodka and red bull

    better make it a double


    it's getting late but we're not done
    bartender! we'll have a rum and coke
    then boogie til the sun comes up
    two-steppin' at the broken spoke

    come here give me a kiss
    naughty Satan's severed head
    we're both a little tipsy now
    what if we end up in bed?





By Antigone on Thursday, January 18, 2007 - 02:17 am:

    You'll get some head?


By Dr Pepper on Friday, January 19, 2007 - 03:46 am:

    Antigone, I might get myself a conehead. LOL.


By Antigone on Wednesday, October 10, 2007 - 03:09 am:

    Satan's severed head, a grackle chews the noose
    Satan's severed head, no chance he'll work the damn thing loose...
    Satan's severed head, by now should there be some regret?
    Satan's severed head, for chrissakes don't fret, it's just a poem, you fuck.


By Antigone on Sunday, April 27, 2008 - 02:04 am:

    Satan's severed head, a decade gone away!
    Satan's severed head should have a lot to say...
    Satan's severed head, you sit without a word?
    Satan's severed head's silence reminds me that, in the end, we become one with the galactic turd.


By semillama on Tuesday, April 29, 2008 - 01:59 pm:

    what if...what if Satan's severed head is Dr. Pepper?!?


By Nate on Tuesday, April 29, 2008 - 05:24 pm:

    eating (drinking) canned peaches directly from the jar is like a cross between sucking dick and eating pussy. and, well, eating canned peaches.

    eating (drinking) Satan's severed head directly from the jar is like a cross between sucking dick and eating pussy. and, well, eating Satan's severed head.

    eating (drinking) canned peaches directly from Satan's severed head is like a cross between sucking dick and eating pussy. and, well, eating canned peaches.

    eating (drinking) canned peaches directly from the jar is like a cross between sucking Satan's severed head and eating pussy. and, well, eating canned peaches.

    eating (drinking) canned peaches directly from the jar is like a cross between sucking dick and eating Satan's severed head. and, well, eating canned peaches.

    eating (drinking) Satan's severed head directly from Satan's severed head is like a cross between sucking Satan's severed head and eating Satan's severed head. and, well, eating Satan's severed head.


By Heh on Saturday, August 2, 2008 - 03:08 am:

    I saw satan's severed head just there lying in my bed
    I'm not well he said.
    But still he wasn't dead.
    Goddam where his head bled....
    made my sheets a putrid red.


By Antigone on Sunday, October 31, 2010 - 01:36 am:

    Satan's severed head, a seemingly misplaced word?
    Satan's severed head reminds me of April the 3rd.
    Satan's severed head, will Mandelbrot save you now?
    Satan's severed head has waited a fortnight, yet still won't eat the
    big black cow!


By Ms M on Sunday, October 31, 2010 - 03:27 pm:

    I am tossing out something that I don't want any more: Men underwear and tank top, so I am wearing panties and Lady camisole. It is the hormone level that's affecting me......


By heather on Sunday, October 31, 2010 - 05:00 pm:

    The ms mysteries of pepper. Neverending.


By Dr Pepper on Sunday, October 31, 2010 - 11:05 pm:

    l.m.a.o! That's wasn't me. You got it all wrong.


By la on Monday, November 1, 2010 - 12:33 am:

    satan's severed head:
    nearly overpowers the
    sweet taste of candy.


By sarah on Monday, November 1, 2010 - 12:53 pm:



    M: awesome! what's in the box?

    me: if you can't guess, i'm not telling.

    M: COOKIES.

    me: nope.

    M: THE HEAD OF THE DISCO KING?

    me: close. satan's severed head.

    M: sweet. i'll add it to my collection.



By Daniel on Monday, November 1, 2010 - 04:50 pm:

    too much smoke on bbq can't be good for you. Belching smoke for a day now. It was so strong didn't eat it all. Toxic I wonder? Like halloween candy...


By sarah on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 06:00 pm:


    Satan's severed head
    got down on one knee
    on this Valentine's Day
    gave a ring to me
    but why would i buy
    the bloody meat
    when i get the head for free?






By Antigone on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 10:24 pm:

    Satan's severed head
    The cheese that aims to please
    A lightly milky discharge
    With every raspy wheeze

    You smell it in the kitchen
    It's wafting in the yard
    But every time you look for it
    You miss it like a 'tard

    Now pardon me my dearies
    I must go chase a cat
    Forget your silly theories
    It ain't nuthin' like that!


By sarah on Friday, October 31, 2014 - 03:03 pm:


    Satan's severed head
    nobody else can compare
    on the eve of day of the dead
    zombies and goblins beware





By Pepper on Friday, October 31, 2014 - 03:45 pm:

    Few of them are going be wearing Satan's severed head for trick & treat tonight.


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