I'm a pacifist, but I want to punch you. Congrats, mission accomplished, you're scum.

soup-con.

cross-purpose. cross refer. crossroads. Nativity.

even hairlips can be surgically removed. have a 7.

it only works if you go ye sterday too.

hephaestus you even threw me on this. could you explain, and help me get it?

yeah. it's a brave new world i guess.

now i know you're full of shit.

atavistic vagrants is a much better title than a point, but only in bermuda. still the poem was splendid even though i know.

okay.

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aren't croupiers exclusively on craps tables? aren't they called that because of the crop they handle the dice with? i could be wrong. our casinos out here are just babies, after all. nice images, but needs some refining

The sadness shines through really well. You rock my boat.

Your eyes twinkled at me Like faithless lillies; what a great line. you make the mood very clear without falling into cliche. good job.

I am very sorry that you are heartless and you hate yourself -grow up. p.s i pray if you ever have children you will respect them more than you do society. i'll tell you this though you are a direct reflection of everything you're saying, for no fucking reason, so if you have one enlighten us as to what it is, so maybe someone can better understand just what in the fuck it is your defending or representing other than your hightened sick intelligence and your sadistic nature beyond reason. i would wager you have it better than anyone, a good family, money, a future, your health..yet what? something's missing? something crucial and it's not your moms credit card or your grandpa's trust fund, or your grasp of hiduism or kashmir dot boy..it's called a soul, or any idea as to what you stand for or are against. --fuck you settle, from horus 8. keep e-mailing a young girl in a fragile state of mind your fog man. your time will come. what goes around comes around kid.

you know if you had close friends die of aids, and drug addiction. i bet you would still write trash like this. why? because you're that fucking hysterical man. you're a fucking disgrace.plain and simple, and even more disturbing, i'm convinced you have aids from a transfusion gone bad from a car accident in your youth, and this is your way of dealing with it, outside of the drugs..either that or your just approaching it smarter than any one has ever dared too? fucking funny and creative right? yeah i guess so. it bothers me to think i actually started believing that you had something remarkable to say to the world. Do you think my friends who are dying of aids and pennyless, and scared shitless..get your joke? One of close mentors at jpl who's dying of aids openly fucking wept at your work here man, and shook his head..in disbelief...What the fuck is wrong with you? oh yeah..you're informed and a comedian..you're a fucking piece of shit. it's that simple, and if you were sitting here in front of me.i'd take you for a walk you'd never forget..to the pediatric aids center in the hospital down the street..maybe you could draw for them..fuckingdraw them a picture of heaven and god (which i'm sure will be your next poem)they'll get a kick out of that..you should be put down. you're tastelss and not funny. a stupid fuck with aids wouldn't get it, a genius with aids wouldn't get it, only you get it settle, and that's not saying much. i got your jerkcity right fucking here, no wonder you fucking dig ornella you both have alot in common, what that is? bottomless bottoms with no pride no guts both cowards.

what's this? your motet? tsk. great poem until the end. this is a fact. here this what happened to muti was something she brought on herself. none of your business whether it went public or not. what i'm saying is me and her have made our peace..it's over..you by e-mailing her, when she's in this state of mind is warped..i admit i had to do and say some harsh shit to expose her and break her, but i did that because some people just don't know when to stop, and they need to be hypnotized and upleveled, she should be concentrating on healthy shit like her acting and finding a job. not at her computer going shishi. like you for instance..she's gone. let her be. she needs to be built back up now in a positive way (even though i'm still pissed) you might think it's all a joke but seriously. let it go. because yes, you are to old for this, and so am i. lets move on to more productive shit..granted there is alot of aids stuff that's plum brilliant on this site, but i'm going to just let you know..i believe some of this latest shit is just pointless man...it's not informative, pleasing, or healthy in any fucking way..i want to see the genius in it i really do, i think it's really creative and i know you've put your time and best foot forward doing it, but fuck settle, really 30 of your poems are practically directed at either aids or me or poemranker 3 or 4 are brilliant being a doubt and the rest are shit. hair in the drain..pollution. <i want to say i have no qualms with you, i never did, but you are squandering your talents. if you want to do something for people and aids, i will give you some 1800numbers you can call to get in contact with some charitys, and hospital programs to go visit share storys and feed them, because this shit is a waste of a wate's time> by the way nice poem. !01, that's a super ten in your hand mirror.e

Yes I am biased, yes I am thrilled! Great poem!! I echo all the sentiments! Jill!

very pleasant. a good change of pace from the elitist trust fund trash poemranker attracts. have a 9.

fix the question marks.