yea might want to rewrite this, where in VA are you from?

I like this one, shoey. Which most surreal? Excellent.

Aftermath? there is only science. Woman are always so dramatic? As if us men really care about what we grtind our meat in? lol. Hardly, just another tree in the forest on the mountain under the sun. And even the sun is one of too many.

Do you ever consider your titles as mundane, trite and boring to fucks end? I was just wondering?

The best poem in weeks on this site. A Bespeckled plum of individuality. A porno pose few could do. 10.

This is probably the best thing you've written all year. Mainly because it's such a blatant ripoff of "I've got the eaten my crustacean soulmate blues". L.Ol>

fish smells like fingers.

was it a wet paper bag?

she-car

The only thing that seperates love and hate is indifference...which is plainly what I'm forced to feel right now...oh no...that's a yaaaaaaaaaaawn.

hilarious, now this is a poem my brother would appreciate

well you just did

There once was a thing called spud, that went by the name of “Stud”. Akin to a wanker and always a yanker but your dreams were never a dud. McCrumpets, anyone?

Sounds as if "The Saga Of The Stranded Soccer Mom" might be your next piece. As a fellow [weekend] motorhead, I appreciate the frustration in this. Well done.

Ahhhh, the streets of Iraq paint such a lovely canvas. I liked the Pollack mention. Almost wretched in a way.

"Rave" reviews here. The curse of trying to find intelligent life on this planet. Solitude is far less troublesome but no more friendly at times.

"to dance with the thought of" dealing with the other four days of the week. Dreams... in the night. Big City madness leaves me to ponder the unused oven. I like the "open end".

"Spilky silver spooned Ricky Schroeder bow tie" indeed. Love it! Excuse ewe now o' sheep.

You display far too much non-cumulative retentive agresssion here. In a way it's something that haunts us all, but, the cure comes with age.

bravo, sir.