You started the coversation earlier today with what I imagine was your response to this piece "Inet. mag. editors R jealous red haired Jews, oh and I'm 29" Correct? Correct, because, the poem above says nothing about what we are and were debating, so you were at that one first (I-net mag etc.) then you came over to this one to give me your speel. How the fuck does an internet magazine editor being exposed as a trite cunt by me garner so much defending by you? Exactly, you are either her, in Cahoots, or just a prick, just admit it. That goes around pushing his same two fucking cents on everyone talk about on and on and on, at least I make an effort to 'edit' young poets and toss the worthless and build up the good ones. You shit on everything, even the innocent, strangers, whoever, with your pretentious snippets of divine mid west frat boy rhetoric. Look at yourself, take a good fucking look at what you said to me without even the common descency of wearing a condom on that nose of yours, heroin, pot, molestation, domestic abuse, tear down my wife my life my son my work why dick dead? Why all the fuss. How are you connected to the I net editor donation fund? Did I say major magazine editors or publishing houses? Why do you care about my opinion so much. If I am such a blow hard, huh motherfucker? The way I cuss or talk? Fuck you, I talk this why to you, because I can, and if I was standing front of you guess what? It would include spittle and emphasis because I think YOU ARE FULL OF BULLSHIT why do you need to consistintly cock strut your PHD in blowing harder for me? To impress me, maybe Z, or GW, or Mrs. Peabody (lol) or the newbies, maybe you, but surely you must know that I KNOW your kind friend, and you hardly impress me with any of your antics or charades in the mudane pathology of a serial spoiled momma's boy self loathing loser with a bachelors of projection and a masters in over exposer, and front lawn shitting complete with paw on grass flick. Lordy, you must think I've never read William Irish? Or English detective novels growing up? You are a sham, a self righteous sham motherfucker. That can't seem to get it through his fucking head that no matter how hard you try I will not be your boyfriend. I shall never recieve my kiss, my jizz, or my finger, friend. Nor will I concede when I am on the side of the good rebel underdog, and you are the evil american dream gone horribly up the ass of mediocre Trader Joe's shopping for the fountain of youth and placenta free conditioner. It is you my friend that feels the need to 'prove' yourself. Not I. I know who I am, and what I can do. Here, say it with me it might help. "I know who I am, and what , and go play with your internet editor Jew friends before I give you a good lashing and no supper.

man... where the hell did you pop from lol. this arguing is turning into a novel... and it fuckin overkill, its like a poetic scene of terminator. ill keep it noted to stay far the fuck away from you lol..

oh well, i was trying to add too many bells i guess. noted. thanks for the contribution of your opinion. ;)

you would be amazed what can be done with a dictionary.. i seriously spend a good amount of time scanning over the possibilites, forming them neatly around my imagination dream galaxy into a string of pearls.. ;D Im quite proud of my gradual but sure mastering of the dictionary.

been there? my lil fairy, i HAVE those green eyes... ;/

I love your abrasive machismo approach. It truly fits well into a debate. No, the editor comment was not worth debating, although I did not change the subject. I kept to it. It is simple fact that not all of the editors of literary magazines, pub houses, general interest magazines, and the like are lacking talent as writers. I used Gordon Lish as a primo example and thought you might find the article amusing, considering what you call "common knowledge" is the fact that he is quite a brutal editor. I cannot vouch for your Ms Peabody (again I dearly apologize for her giving you the boot-although it is a daily occurrence with you, you still have my utmost sympathy). You ranting and raving and swearing every which may makes you sound childish and ignorant, and your underlying threats are quite pointless. You have taken this route before and although I do believe it befits you, it makes me think: 1) as much as you go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about how you are doing this and that face rejection every day, you raction show something different. You make no sense. Therefore, what is the point? You know it all. You always have known it all. You have to let me know just how important you are and all the people you deal with, but seem to have little to show for it. I suggest if you have not already, light one up now, because as much as you would like to thin to the contrary you are not showing me anything in the way of intelligent conversation. Again, my sincerest apologies for the rejection, I hope you have more success in the future.

Offense to "fuck you?" lmao, yeah right my cursin ass is gonna get pissed at that.. ;P Good you lil faery lift them rusted blades deliver your parry DreamMasta is always ready to deliver another parody from his crooked grin Let the irish tap-dance begin my pretty ballerina twirl round the arena and show me that you can learn to fly No longer shall you cry your weeping tears less them feet cant move theres always a cool cat that will teach ya how to groove or ponder how to curl those toes and master the monkey fist to deliver knockout blows straight into the face of king kong *puff* *puff* more pipe dreams drift from my bong envisioning your pink dress evolving into a tornado flower learning bout the power of the feathered quill and how you can fulfill your quest to be the best (yeah, cliche and all, fuck it, just write it when your trien to be funny, be a clown to entertain the masses, the embarrasment will soon give way to another fiasco in the multicolored light show of our moden day poety disco..) that felt good.. i hope you actually get better, i really hope you aint just cryin uncle to make me shut up.. ;P

"Look, I am sorry Ms Peabody (Whomever the fuck that is) rejected you" As a young actor/writer/musician, rejection is the least of my worriess and an every day occurence. Why do you constintly change the subject? My argument was on editors that do not edit, idiot, not editors rejecting work. As a debatest, you suck. Also, have you ever seen me smoke a joint or shoot up? No, So... What the fuck are you talking about? Don't confuse fact with fiction i don't assume that you are a lawn mowing daughter fucking drunk do I? That's right... everything other than the point that's what you're good at. LA? What the fuck does that have to do with anything? Paris, NewYork, San Francisco, Bangkock, Shitsville Missouri it's all the same. Besides, neither me nor GW live in La, idiot. I live in Hancock Par and she lives in Whittier. Also my website deals with my music, not my prose or poetry and everything is free, people with an image ego problem put a price tag on their beauty and art, I do not! So what the fuck are you talking about? I work with script editors, film editors, story editors, directors, writers, other poets, musicians, ,producers on all levels every fucking day all week every week and they don't share your deluded opinion, because if they did? I wouldn't have a career They give me their notes, we discuss the changes and change it, EGO? Ha! Sorry friend, Crying? Oh dear, you got me, crying in my weed and heroin? I have never heard such nonsense for no reason ever from anyone other than you. Talk about unecessary cheap pathetic shots in the dark, it's practically comical. Do you do that to your family and friends? Low blow them until they finally conclude that if you're rubbed wrong you'll start digging for weapons? I raised a point that you can't seem to defend without going a hundred other directions. What no pedophillia no boston market today? You must of got your ass kicked a lot growing up and one day you're going to cross the wrong motherfucker motherfucker until then go back to your vodka chick drinks and go impress some college freshmen with your unimpressing pressings "Cry baby". oh and by the way,. Mr. Lish was and is awesome, but every writer/scholar knows that, why in the fuck should I have to confirm that to you? It's common knowledge.

I might reply to this later. When I said "you're more likely" I wasn't directing it at you. You're was everyone who drops out in a whole. Also wasn't saying that school has anything to do with mentality. But most who drop out aren't very smart, so their mentality is why they do drop out. Sorry if I wasn't very clear on that. To better clear other issues up if I sounded like I was whinning about my poems being ripped apart I wasn't by any means. I love this site already. Every where else just says my work is good and great... I need a challenge and here seems to be the place I'm going to get it. I'm loving it! So here..."Fuck you! I'm going to do better!" *grins* Better? Take no offence to the fuck you please... its all part of me trying to make my point.

Look, I am sorry Ms Peabody (Whomever the fuck that is) rejected you. But get used to it, because it is going to happen and again. And every time it happens is not because an editor doesn't have the ability to write the genius that comes from your pot infested mind. So get over it, and get used to it instead of sounding like an L.A. crybaby. Work harder, write better. Listen to your peers. I sent that link because I thought you would genuinely find it interesting, but now I realize that others' literary musings mean nothing to a star like yourself, who in a sense is a brick wall when it comes to anything in the way of valid criticism form writers more established than yourself. It is a problem rampant on the site and you are the blind leading the naked. Most of these people do not want any sort of criticism (whether harshly or gently). They do not want to get better. They just want praise for the shit they post. End of story. A quick ego boost of instant gratification. Furthermore, instead of having anything valid or intelligent to say about Mr. Lish you simply go into a defensive posture, which puts you on the same level as your kid. Grow up and maybe so will your writing.

heh. ;)