The unbridled post-modernism brings out the delicious juxtaposition of the ironic expresion
culminating in our being almost forced involuntarily to lol.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 10:17, 1 reply)

Very much so.
Being confronted with SigourneysBeaver's work is like being strained through the metaphysical muslin of self-perception, where the reader finds himself dislocated from conventional paradigms of cultural normativity and transported to a recursive plane of self-perpetuating officelols.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 10:26, closed)

For me the semantic employment circumvents the necessity to actualise realism
instead figuratively dispossessing any significant discourse in favour of rofls, or, indeed, roflmaos.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 10:33, closed)

I concur
The textual space occupied by this work is a metonym for the phsyicalities so brutally described and even the narrative tropes through which the events themselves transpired. It is not so much a poem as an event, an aura, an experience, and ultimately a lol.
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 10:37, closed)

It sort of rhymes

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 10:46, closed)

^ Brian Sewell's progeny ^

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 11:00, closed)

One of Britain's foremost experts on gigantic cocks.

( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 11:06, closed)