Your my favourite work of art. you make me smile in my heart, bring me more words, more of your chaterings i miss you come back

anther good one from the rubbish heap. rock on.

You truly are a Doylum in every sense of the word.

Nope, I am comfortable in my own cowhide.

This poeme contains so many instances of the word 'fucking' that it actually pulls itself back from the precipice of adolescent turmoil. I especially like the second verse. I do not like the third and fourth verses, though. Consider replacing them with 'You stupid fucking bitch/You fucking, fucking bitch/You fucking fucking fucking fucking/fucking fucking bitch.

hardly you twit...d.a doesn't get drunk and make mistakes like me, and if you really 'read' our writing you would kick yourself for implying such a farce...no, d.a does have quite a few secret names, but i'm not gonna fuck up twice this morning so...you'll have to crack that fortune cookie on your own, he/she(i wish he was a she, but the writing reeks of an a-sexual man) z's writing is femme and vaginal, my writing is over the top, phallic bisexual, and d.a is neutralishly acute borderline sociopathic, all very seperate...yet distinctive...where does that leave razorgrin...well in the land of shaskowski.. i think, but...who knows..after all we're writers not mind readers!

-=Dark_Angel=- does not have an alter ego. In fact, some might say he has quite the reverse...

I picked up it. But I was also thinking hours8 and you Dark Dude were the same and considering I do not delve into the websites of you creative hounds I was going to let it play out. I am from Misery; things easily go over my head. Like airplanes and such.

no...she's definetly a venus...i'm for surely mars...good call venus on the gypsy rogue observation..funny thing about that..those japanese girls screaming and talking in the background were expensive and trashed on saki...boy..what a studio session that was...left me thinking, "what the fuck am i trying to do here?" oh..yeah..pretend i know what i'm talking about..when really i am as doe eyed and oblivious as a buddhist in vegas.. but in all honesty pk...that was my only puppet...i can almost see you creating one of your own now...if you aren't already someone elses..

"Fuck off you fucking pirate" wins the First Annual -=Dark_Angel=- Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence (the other guy who nearly won it failed to confirm certain details). horus8, think of your own imaginary vessel of praise that isn't an award, you fagin.

Thanks for the clarification. I am sorry I sent you in such a rage that you fucked up. I hope that you will not do that again. Frankly, it is cute and probably good practice for your lame attempt at an acting career. It is what a champion poet does. Break down the opposition and make them crack. And you did. And you did. So really, who is the twit and cow fucker, Mr. Hollywood? So Taos is out. Bummer. That is where the true champions meet on the stage.

I'd also just like to add that, even if you are in 7th grade, your poemes are still shit. The defense of "I'm in 7th grade, so treat me fairly" only works if you admit that they aren't amazing poemes, which you have repeatedly failed to do. I would also like to add that you are on poemranker's official list of total morons. How can I see this list? you ask yourself! I can't tell you! It's for priveleged members only!! Have a good one!!!

What, in College?! You, sir, are a scoundrel and a mountebank! I suggest that you pack up your things and leave at once. As for the poeme, my opinion is that there are far, far too many 'young women' who think that a) faux-kissing another young woman for a dare is sexy, b) that it is original, c) that it is at all daring, d) that it is meaningful, and e) there isn't an e), because a) to d) were so great. It is not weird. Just depressing. But hey, that's just my opinion! Have a good one!

first off, i never called you a "cow fucker", cow fucker...secondly an aquaintance of mine mr. kilmer happens to be a resident of taos and i frequent his ranch often with my son...secondly go to gangbox...see me "acting" next to beverly d'angelo w/ a diet coke in her hand (in brief encounters a short that i not only wrote, acted in, and directed, but spent a great deal of energy putting into motion...people from all over the country come out here to swing at the profession of acting (i connected), but lo and behold the majority of them find themselves acting next to rob lowe with a dildo in his hand(it hurt him more than it hurt me). but not i...nay...i am a man of many talents sir, and i spend a great deal of time not only as mr.hollywood, but also as mr. manhatten, and mr. mom, and writing lyrics for bands such as 'smash mouth'(i hate em too) and 'cake', and placeibo not to mention the fact that i play a wide range of instruments and am doing a movie with jon voight in september which is why i have ' the money', 'the time' and the patience to deal with an imposter like you. i si,r will have you know, am a 'life artist', and i prefer to spend my time building people up...not tearing them down...not that you have anything worth tearing down i'm just stating a fact. heir.gifthorse.tampon.hemophelia.w

your were handel-ing it so well auld then it all burst out like wasteage from a well feed dog. I am a good of the modern arts, come dance and play and rolick at my feet, my friends are super my life is twisted, experience of which you may only dream. I liked you better before when everything had a place and a newspaper to fit it.

i will not go to the function with you my loki in reverse.

i'm sorry that you feel i flail inside you auld clootie I ment to be gentle, but then you keep on moving around so.

i could not agree more, with your a - d. but you have to admit, it has it's appeal (not my poem!).

d.a flattery will get you every where...teenager? i was thinking collapsing embryo, but you are so adult and prostate enhanced my deviant fallen accuser..can't you just let me and ryan have our youth...since you now know of my gilded sugar tooth?h

my smell is that of a well exercized armpit, mixed with the shit in the back yard, all of which is most enticing i'm sure you've already found.