lolkastic

i like a good mlt. mutton lettuce and tomato sandwich...

oo ee oo aa aa bing bang walla walla ding dang.

You are a woman. lol

I'm convinced that you could fuck up a bag of tube socks before even wearing them. You must be punished.

You always do.

You have way to much time on your hands. 8 for your artwork

overused the """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""marks. cute concept!

awww.. pitter patter. like little feet. AAAAH!

Nah i just think tht the rest of u have no lives all u do is sit there with ur computers ragin on other ppls shit. when a poem is written it should only be left to interpretation not riddicule because how can u riddicule someones feelings. Before u talk u should get a life beyond a computer. NIce GUrl dont listen to these overcritical panzy asses cause they wouldnt know an emotion if it kicked them upside the head

"Catholic" is just another word. "Catholic's just another word" is false.

is it aviary? or avery? I'll have to look that up. great poem!

what is a medician? Otherwise I liked it. somewhat sexual, somewhat angst-ridden.

buried. careful with the spelling... If you are thinking of suicide, don't do it. I hope that you are mature enough to know that life will get better--pain dulls with time. as for the poem, some of the rhymes seemed forced, interrupting the flow.

2nd line 6 syllables. maybe "eyeball" instead of "face".

YOU were nieve?

---Black bile oozed between Grandfather's lips, and dripped onto the attendant's bloated abdomen. The drip became a trickle, which became a steady stream, and soon he was vomiting a thick torrent of the shining liquid. ---Where it touched the attendant, it boiled and frothed and formed a sickly lather, and as it bubbled it ate away at the flesh. The skin on the man's stomach was becoming liquid and starting to slide around. Beads of blood sprang up where the upper layer had been completely dissolved. ---Grandfather's head lolled forward, and underneath his bushy, flaking eyebrows, his blind eyes rolled insanely. With a sudden fluid movement of his arm, he unhooked the straight razor from its holster and flipped out the dull blade. It was just as he remembered. ---His obscenely gnarled hands trembled, and his breath was rapid. Grandfather hunched over the attendant, reaching out and stroking the places that had been prepared by the mucus. His jaw still hung slightly open as he bent down for a closer view... ---And Grandfather began to shave.

Have you tried a logenze?

troubling.

zero.