you should be. If you genuinely cannot see how forced and stupid your poeme sounds as a direct result of injudicious use of a dictionary, then there is no hope for you. You wanna hit the big leagues and play hardball with the cool-cats and hipsters like me, you gotta be sharp and classy like me. Learn the moves kid. Because ten years from now you'll thank me for it, and then you'll know it takes more than a cursory rumination upon the frozen image of opprobrium to make it in this business. Forget it kid - it's Chinatown.

thanks ;)

not that i dont have the balls, i just dont make songs.. -shrug-

so you want to whine a little more? eh? cmon, lets get you to ramble on and on about... absolutely nothing. you know what else does that dark? a parrot.

i didnt say you correct me all the time. Nothing in my comment said that, read it some more, obviously that intelligence of yours cant comprehend what you read. ;) cute, very cute, im fucking devastated.

err.. no.

you got a long and flexible tongue though.. and its very narrow at the tip.. ;P

I still love ya dreamster. Peace

No. That isn't "one of the points of poetry". Here is a poeme I like: http://www.poets.org/poems/poems.cfm?45442B7C000C07060171 And here is what your version would look like: http://agentprawne.illfuckinghostit.com/SupremeDreamer.htm Now do you see? And besides: what's all this guff about me correcting you all the time? As far as I recall, the only time I've done that was for your American Eden poeme, in which you had incorrectly used the word "its" ten times. I may have corrected the odd word elsewhere, but I'm hardly jumping on every syntactical error I find just to make me look smart. I already look smart. And judging by the way you write most of the time, it's obvious you don't really bother with things like spelling or grammar or the difference between "your" and "you're". You might just be ignorant, but you probably just can't be arsed. So I don't bother pointing it out. I only point out errors when I feel it undermimes the author's credibility and/or confidence. I do it because I'm good at it, and I'm genuinely interested in people. And because it makes me feel big.

Can you reacquaint me with your old bangs?

That's a hell of a thing to say knowing I have no legs.

It just pisses me off all the media is based in London. Apart from The Scotsman and the Western Mail, which are both shit. Oh, and Mark and Lard broadcast from Manchester, which is pretty cool. One day I'll get round to a poetic tribute to them.