sssssssheeer brilliance. here, have a handjob on me. her name is grasshen. return her to me when you're done...with both shoes. thanks. 10.

fine.

Ha ha ha ha ...

mint.

wow, wonderful piece, really portrays the deep emotional feelings you feel for another, i love "you get a thug weak the way you move those hips." wow, brilliant

wtching yo prposely mispll thangs becouse you'ree bored. bores me, and frankly...you should be keel hauled and sent to collect oysters for shillings.i've felt pigeon feed with more texture than this train wreck. have fun on the worst list it's inevitable.

Love the second verse. I, too, have felt like the nada in the nada of heaven. Defintely struck an A=440 within me.

Unclear to me if this is a description of your interaction with your muse (Mist & misery). Is this about your writing process?

I think I work there, too.

How soon will we be there? As soon as we are late...

once the moon made me travel drunk in the wrong direction...i ran out of gas..kicked out both of my headlights..ripped my steering wheel and hood off.then bawled like a baby and blamed my parents for all of it still holding onto my steering wheel as a teddy bear for hours. fucking moon.

quality. this, and duct tape could ressurect jesus and finally bury lazzaraus..he's starting to stink up my front room.

if i had a hoof i'd make the sign of jesu over you and spit in the wind...my spit would then transform intself into a shopping cart full of kale...i then would load up my kale gun(borrowed of course from bachus [rented actually]) and really give you the kind of calcium injection that you deserve..a thick and rich nutrient laden blast..of greeness for..well your greeness. you disgust even yoda.k

very impressive...extremely imaginative and full of cheer...definitely for the kids, but more in a doonsebury-ish way. here's a 9 because i didn't agree with one stanza.r

paulanuckian of you

i hope this is just a test, a test of the bad poem broadcast system

i was never much of a nine to five person...but i get naked and chase cars for orange squash...whatever in fucks sake that vegetable/fruit arrangement might consist of....here i'll trade you my overly exciting life as an international playboy...to dumb it all down..perhaps a switch, my pan pipes... for your shirt.8.

i think katie that the lad is a them cockneed king of the eskimo which would explain the complete dissappearance of the word..well..."of". another one of the queens blessings besides her borderline inbred gene pool..(also the same reasons why pedigrees are in fact just the opposite) take the bulldog and the persian cat for example they die quite young from breathing complications and hip problems...one could then argue..well the queen is really old and breathes fine. only because she has never done a single physical task of labor ever so there has been less wear and tear on her body.point being...i have no fucking idea.what was i talking about again..ah yeah. queens.3.

the key to all of this...is more than lust..it's the shape of your vanerial warts and your venetian blinds...make a thug weak? are you pulling my leg, just come clean man..admit it! you have bitch tits.0.c

This is great stuff. I love the Spice Girls myself. NOTE: To anyone who bashes me for that it was a joke.