sex counseling? therapy? on the net?.. well, who knows settle, it could work. -shrug- blessed with 8.

Much better.

blessed with 6.

That'll be guts!

*chew* -spit- ok man, was your girlie fondling you when you wrote this? lets title this "the ode of elmo" We forget how to smile innocently innocence loses its luster around puberty, werent you aware of that fact?? bleh. heres a 5.

I think i wrote something like this once.. i was 13 back then.. i still slam a hammer into my head everytime i look at it again.. pseudo-political.. and there is not much "anarchy" in politics.. its all laid out, its only confusing for you obviously.. heres a 3..

Worship the air I breathe just to inform you, your suffocating.. and your breath stinks, i dont worship such bad smelling oxygen. heres a 6

Could you talk more about the opening of legs?

Tricky Mother fucker, oh, and crackers.

That's tempting my devil fork.

I would end at controlling, and work on shaping your structures.

Sometimes, I think back on when I lost it all, again, for the 100th time, and I laugh hysterically until I pop out from behind it all, and say "surprise" with a mindset for murder. Sorry, I've been on a big murder kick lately. The doctor in my mind says it's because I realized for the first time on an extremely subconscious level that I am in control of nothing. Because, outwardly I'm so good at being a leader and controling everything in beatifully harmonious simplicity...I've been having a hard time swallowing the truth about the universe, but now I can read minds and see the future, so... that all balanced out, I guess. Anyway, I'm currently building the perfect killer, and he's a very handsome & handy young man. My sweet baby Frankenstein. You do of course realize that because I know you, I will be even harder on your poetry, because I want your poetry to look like you inside and out. Perfect.

"Boys bare flesh is what I obsess" That alone is worth an eight. So are you saying that you are suffering from Pete Townsendnitis of the sphincter or Kunt?

You are old, but hey, I'd fuck you.

I have to say that I enjoyed reading your writing but I wasn’t moved in any sort of way. There are so many poets out there that you must have some kind of uniqueness to your writing. Nice analogy though.

... commiting suicide because your mother drinks? CMON, get the fuck over it, get up, and LIVE... bleh.. heres a 7.

moosh.. im melting.. cmon now, can you put a new spin on this love shit? give it some sparkle? make it dance? something like that? i feel cheated charlie.. i want my money back. Nothing strong enough to last ibogaine can last upto 3 days.. is that strong enough? blessed with 6.

i started reading it, i puked.. cmon, be fucking original, give me something worth reading, give me something that will make me grin when i start reading it... CPR required man, really.

Sounds like you need to condense this into a fortune cookie and sit on it for another ten weeks.

Maybe they read this poem and were stupifed.