YOU'RE SISTER, THITHTER, MISTAH.

POETRY IS THE "OPIATE OF THEM ASSES"

can i come too? i'll bring scones..

I THOUGHT JOHN BONHAM DIED.

awww. well at least you don't look like a melting goth.

single flowers are my favorites. the red ones. the backs of the petals are a pale veined greenish white, like a luna moth--another of the sturdy beauties. california giants. i can get them to grow 4 feet tall, and bloom long past when they should, giving them shelter and heating them with stones. crush them gently, and their rough blooms will whisper wicked fragments of the truth. they like a ruby glass vase. gracias, amiga.

are you sure she is neon hues? because that's the only part of her i don't recognise. how so the neon? it seems too bright for her; she read as flooded in shadow. even the sound the neon conjures--it jars me--insectlike and constant. i feel her fading, waiting. can i not see her? apart from that one 4 letter word, this rocks. esp the canyon conjuring.

You are skilled. Why do you bother with small stuff like this.

Is this about the reformation of Michael Meyers?

Dare I suggest what this is about? I found nothing that bothered me. I am,however,shy on experience.

Um, I didn't. Never heard of it 'till now. Thanks for the lesson.

The whole beneath warm sand thing makes this less than it should be. ALso line 5 needs to be refinished. It starts out fine but the end fall short with the repetition of the word 'me'

"Try to read this to the tune of "I Ran" by Flock of Seagulls! IT ROCKS!!!" so says shin.

squash. now some bug has an empty bed because his love is gone.

this is reactionary; you are too close to the loss to construct something that fits what you feel. pieces of it work--but that is not what you need to know. give yourself some time. write pages of angry spume--in those boothes that p&k loves so much, even, if you have to--just get it out. then take it apart and put it back together again, and make it hurt. then all the little jackasses can give you zeros because you write so tritely of things that touch you. do i sound bitter? nah...

do me a favor. give in.3.

no wait...that's not silence...THAT'S A WALL OF RAW SEWAGE! DUCK! 2.

CUPCAKES?? WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH THAT, ASSAM?? I BET SOMEONE LIKE YOU USES HOT TAP WATER AND PUTS THE MILK IN BEFORE THE EARL GRAY (OUT OF HABIT AND POOR TASTE, NOT TO AVOID STAINING YOUR CHINA, OF COURSE, SINCE YOU DRINK IT OUT OF A THERMOS)

we all love you , what are you crazy

to the dunce remark: BITCH!!! just because your poetry isn't as good as this...