that's swell, but i fucking hate wrestling, t.v dinners...and dreamers.6

Hey, we all need something a little light weight once in a while. Amusing, one for the kids .8.

What must one feel?

Yuo are discribing every ding-dong on this site. Including me, though I am feminine and old. Of course we do have one or two Phd.s hanging about, but they are expert in ideas and words. Hah. As if that where something worthwhile. They can't fill a cavity or a prescription. They can come at you with words,and words and even more words. No cure. Quite the contrary, they breed schizophrenia in this weak culture of ours. Subversives. Spending untold thousands just to toss around the acedemic ball. You're friend has promised nothing, and owes nothing. It's 'too' not 'to' in line 7. Your poem smacks of judgement, and righteuos indignation, Pee-you

I like your style, but unfortunately your story lacks authenticity. You made this comepletely up didn't you? It has been my experience that Latinos would much prefer to sit in the dark then give up their gold. Especially a crucifix for God's sake. The line about the nice Jewish boy is a gem to be certain. But again this seems too far-fetched.

i feel like i want to check the authenticity of this at urbanlegends.com

What do you mean by a "salt pillow"?

couldn't you write about trees or fishing or murder or something?

damn. i am fresh out of tissues too. oh well. the crocodiles can have em. maybe change the first line to '25 going on dead'?

you ask too many questions. and no clews are forthcoming. bah.

i think you meant 'pillar' of salt, but it sounds like you cried over her until you had a pillow of salt, which is strangely satisfying to the unrequited side of me. fix your last line, okay?

that was enjoyably dispicable...still i can find Fi-fty similiar bible parables, and urban episodic pawn shop camera angles that would reveal something else...jesus was really cleaning the heads on a vcr sitting on a stool in the corner, look again. here's a dseven because i feel sorry for you mr. garcia.a

you sure light (i mean like) street lights i was hooked from the first parenthesied part..than it got a bit mono for med...not that monos bad, but don't you ever get out of the dark of winter FUCK! you're breaking my guitar strings over here for christ sake what? do you need a post card or something? here borrow my pea coat. 7.

"Cealous of my looks" (sic). That is one conceited line, generally poor.2.

throttling is fun and good for hangovers...and spain..well. a pleasent enough place for cranium lobs...nice song. 8.

are you totally retarded, or just in need of a friend? either or, i believe they're now both totally irrelevant. it pains me to have to say this but you are no longer worth my votes or my time. farewell.

listen man..why in the fuck can't you just let this piece work from top to bottom as it should? it's really aggravating having to scroll around that much. can you dig? i'll wait to vote..if , and when you decide to straighten it up...i seriously doubt that you will..there are some intolerable typos also like "bird's siging" even singing could have been better. great content and idea revolutions though. cheers. ass.

Thisis so not about the beauty of a bird. Expand on the image or change the title. Show us why you picked that title. Is there some comparison you forgot to make. Also, you need question marks.

Your hemmorrhaging all over the place. Nurse, this poet needs more suction. I can't see what the bloody hell he's talking about.

I understand that