I wish that cat would explode along with you and this poem.

This poem looked and resembled Helen Keller taking a long nap. At least to me it did.

All the time. Only aware energy has the strength to residue for eternally uncalculable periods of times upon other's that you've impressed in your life and various points in being. Otherwise, you will lead a most uneventful and easilly forgetable life on this planet if you don't know how to change your awareness.

Simplisticaand quite normal, but yet lovely and wholesome, and american. I hear Mellencamp singing "pink houses" already.

I like spiders. My tarantula will occasionally devour a baby mouse in a five hour period. And it warns my of fires and impending earthquakes, or weird geothermal situations.

Bathos is Greek for going down on Forever at the electorial bath house votathon and Binge sale.

Chalk outline of a dead carrot.

Indubetedly.

Like an exploding down pillow against the head of a t-shirted skivied sleep over gal.

Halfed cans can be deadly to late night pipe creating tweaklings. That's for sure.

You should be beaten with a loaf of stale meatloaf. your poetry is incredibly to contrived with porkchops and applesauce.

Congratulations on writing a totally unreadable chunk of junk dungke.

Try string theory? Then time and gravity seem much less lofty.

I bet if it wasn't for your horse you'd have never made it through college?

Sounds Like a tail from the Dakotas.

Is that the equivilant to American expressing away your life to deabth?

I love how you tease yourself with the thought of you even casting a reflection to judge yourself this shrewdly in the first place.

Vaginal and bountiful.