"covered in your blood" this should be "And blood covered gloves."? "Drive it into the heart of mine death closes your eyes But it will not part us from where you lay": This should be: Drive into the heart of mine Let death close your eyes But it will not part us from where we shall rise.

Quite disturbing.. they dont ask for anything else with that? How much do you get paid for that? lol. 9.

Sounds Like a tail from the Dakotas.

This is a real touching poem. I really like it. It remids me of something my boyfriend writes to me now and then. I loved it.

You know what that means? Gills are next on your "need to get" list. Blessed with seven- btw, you mix well with my meth injection.

Blessed with 6.

Vaginal and bountiful.

I love how you tease yourself with the thought of you even casting a reflection to judge yourself this shrewdly in the first place.

Is that the equivilant to American expressing away your life to deabth?

I bet if it wasn't for your horse you'd have never made it through college?

Try string theory? Then time and gravity seem much less lofty.

Congratulations on writing a totally unreadable chunk of junk dungke.

You should be beaten with a loaf of stale meatloaf. your poetry is incredibly to contrived with porkchops and applesauce.

Halfed cans can be deadly to late night pipe creating tweaklings. That's for sure.

Like an exploding down pillow against the head of a t-shirted skivied sleep over gal.

Christian heavy metal saves souls and introduces young couples all at the same time.

Indubetedly.

Chalk outline of a dead carrot.

Bathos is Greek for going down on Forever at the electorial bath house votathon and Binge sale.

I like spiders. My tarantula will occasionally devour a baby mouse in a five hour period. And it warns my of fires and impending earthquakes, or weird geothermal situations.