You are the darkest ninja ever, I know you think I'm a total cad, because well, I am, but you have taught me more about writing in two years than I would ever care to list. But here is a try: 1. Nudity, is and always has been sacred, and if not it's still a great way to check for genital herpes prior to intercourse, and or anal cauliflower. 2. Uranus, though impossible to get to, would be beautiful if we could. 3. Tribal drum beats can be used for more than just sex and cooking, it's a great way to get the hippies out of the high traffic areas at hot spots. 4.You are only as good as your butler. 5. You are only as tame as your beard. 6. Johdpurs do exceptional things, even for the hips of the handicapped and or minority polo player, jockies, (a)equestrians. 7. All great writers need gimicks, I have Spuna... you have prawns and other sub orders of various things. shoes, clergy, old people etc... 8. At last, but not least, new age wiccan ass hats and goth cutters and suicide saturated sissies, bipolar bird lovers, and hippies that make beer coasters out of cork? Should be immediately executed with slighly boiled peeled potatoes shot from a high pressure air cannon. Well, maybe not totally 'that' in a nut shell, but that's the joy of reading poetry? It is what you want it to be, unless you're a total dick fluff, and think the clear channel is actually clear.

Nope, here for all of time ('less you resort to the unmanly little red x) is recorded the truth of your soft heart, underneath all those layers of crusted jodphurs.

The highest ambition of man indeed.

haha. Anger has been reduced to little. k, thanks for clearing some of this up for me. At first I was about to blow hard wind to you. (about as bad as a...fart?) ...anyways, ok. thanks - I'm going to work on my vocabulary then write weird, awkward poetry about things that haven't been written about. (or thigns that are rarely written about.) :)

haha... funny! ...Hm... Writing about 10,000 things that have never been written about before? And the nthrow almost every single one of them away and start from scratch? Crazy enough to work, maybe... heh. ...and the english thing - well, I was kinda lazy and didn't use Mricrosoft word to edit my poetry (ha?) ...plus, I got a C in english for my lack of respect for my damn teacher. Yeah, I'm'a gonna try harder, write millions of crappy poetry, and hope to get a bit better each time.

Not at all, old boy. Besides, can you think of a better place than this poeme to thwart -=Dark_Angel=-'s 'Hard Speak; Hard Emotion' reputation? I SURE CAN'T!!!!11

re: "if you haven't PERMANENTLY DAMAGED HIM." The test of your quality as a poet, blindpoetry, is going to be exactly that. Sensitive moaners go in one drawer here and elsewhere; non-sensitive non-moaners go in the other. Oh, and the first drawer is a trash can. Sorry. If you really, really want advice, here's the best I can think of right now: don't give a fuck. Not in a silent-suffering way, but in an I'm an adult now (or will be soon) and it doesn't matter that I got laid by the wrong guy or girl when I was drunk at that party when I was 12 and felt a little bad about it the next morning way. Poetry is so full of those people that it honestly makes me ill. That crap is all bullshit anyway; it's just what people who don't know about poetry think poetry is about in the stock words and phrases that people think poetry is supposed to be written in. You want an idea? Take -=Dark_Angel=-'s advice seriously: write a poem about a Ware-Pig. You think I'm kidding, but I guarantee it won't be a bad poem. And then write about 10,000 more things that haven't been written about before, and then throw all but 2 of those things away and start over again. And by the time you get to that point, you'll be writing great stuff. At least, that's what I hear. And for Chrissake fucking learn the rules of writing English. Anyway, I do feel a little bad about my part in this whole business and hope this begins to make it up to you a little.

I am indeed. (my membership to suicidegirls.com helps with that)

-10- well done. Much much better than I could have ever done. Whew. The boiled tumors of my conscience feel much better now. Thank you.

I hope you are now basking in the lewd lagoon of a newfound sense of well-being.

lol, you're definitely at least partly right about trying to soothe my own conscience. I feel absolutely terrible...you have to do something... It started out being enormously funny, and then went bad. If he would only just get pissed off and lay into you, I could breathe a big sigh of relief, but he's so dreadfully earnest. He's pretty damn smart for 13, he'll probably end up being a good writer if you haven't PERMANENTLY DAMAGED HIM. Blindpoetry, you were being had on er, somewhat. But don't take it too seriously. It happens to all of us. Fight back! But don't take that too seriously either, that's even worse.

I'll tell you when it stops being funny, my lad. How dare you goad me into shame with a trite and underhand appeal to my wither'd sense of bravery? An appeal - I might add - that serves mainly to stroke and caress the boiled tumours on your own batter'd conscience. As it happens, I never found this affair particularly amusing, and was half-hoping my ever more ludicrous remarks would be interpreted as such. Does that make me half the naughty boy you thought I was? Good Christ I hope so. A straight-up conversation, you say? Well perhaps 13 year olds ought to be patronised. Forgive me. Watch me now as I try to claw myself back from the abyss, being utterly inconsistent in my behaviour, almost to the last detail, the smoothing over of relations a thinly veiled disguise for the desperate, self-prescribed, guilt-soothing therapy of a silly, naughty bully who couldn't stop because it made him feel like a big man. These comments will self-destruct in blah blah blah

Your observations were indeed correct though, thank you, well 50% of them were, and the rest are just personal taste issues, but thanks, I'll keep them in mind when I do my second edit. Sorry for being an asshole, but people bother me, especially idiots, wiccans, christians, politicians, lawyers, editors, internet magazine hacks, bad artists, pop stars, basically anyone under the age of 22 and over the age of 35, anyone that takes themselves too seriously, styraight people, puritans, rich people, on and on and on, so far I only get along with the help and extremely ancient homosexuals.

I'm really not interested in reading 'other's' work, thanks, but I find it distracting, and because I'm trying to work and support my family on a simple artists wages, it's not what I'd call using my time wisely. All of your notes are valid, but at that point in writing (the final polish, this was the first write) it becomes 'personal' prefference, style, and touches, and neither here nor there. BuT that'S A GOOD ONE! "me foaming" I mean, because, if you knew me, you'd be able to get close enough to smell the foam is merely twinkie cream, I'm just a dick, I'm not interested in teaching poetry for free, or sharing ideas, or talking shop, or any of that other fucking l2 S7 verse bazooka page one crap, I was doing that 4,000 comments ago, now I've come to the conclusion that it's dull, boring and useless, now if you're an editor, and making a living sure, by all means, but I'm not, I'm a poet, no big deal. I think you are confusing an education and the appropriate language and terminology of writing, the elements of style etc... with having talent? Any fucking moron can learn how to edit, now having the passion and the conviction and the gimmicks it takes to be a poet, two different things. the world of the imaginitive to the world of the "CORRECT" Doesn't interest me, in fact, it makes me '"giggle" like I said any lit major can correct a poem, being a poet, however, is more than that, but that's a great tool to have if you are, not the other way around.

What was that your impression of a brain that works? Indeed, I'll keep that in mind when I'm shopping for my next editor, or if I want to talk about the stitching work, doctor to doctor, on a hysterectomy gone horribly afoul.

yes, please do. This stopped being funny when it became evident he really is thirteen. If you're as brave as you are witty & intelligent, you'll have a straight-up conversation with him about it.

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