You would be too, if they paid you for it, like how they pay him. Horus8, is a figment of some poor lost child’s mind on the plane of say Peter Pan. A defense mechanism gone horribly out of control. He doesn't sleep, doesn't eat. Rests fully clothed sitting or standing. Is fearless, godless, and undeniably psychic. A soul so old you can't shake it from your mind for days, weeks, sometimes forever. That one mutated gene that Darwin slept on for a lifetime. I've seen him enter a room and within 30 seconds be able to break the entire environment down into, I don't know, programs, formulas, codes of operating the room that he's developed to survive and entertain himself, even down to what spots are better to sit and stand in. Who to trust, who's dangerous, who he could love, who would love him, who's in control, who's not, what might happen if scenarios. I've seen him spontaneously bite people, blatantly imitate them to themselves, seduce, connect, humiliate, expose, enchant, hypnotize. Horus8 is strikingly scary at times, and other times the ultimate companion in everything. Once, I asked him how he did it (poet, father, teacher, writer, comedian, prostitute, drug addict, alcoholic, actor, singer, painter, sculptor, anthropologist, psychologist, historian, collector, director, producer, giver, taker, dreamer, elitist, Mason at the 33 degree) He stared at the wall as if he missed the question, then about two minutes later, out of no where, he says that he'd forgotten, there was a beat and then we just cracked the fuck up, but I've heard different rumors. Here's a short quick list I've compiled from memory. You will find the rest of this comment posted as a recent under the title "Gordian knot" enjoy.

coulophobic? excuse my ignorance, but what exactly is that supposed to mean? Webster didnt have any definitions.

cliche?

Why, are you coulophobic too.

Peerhaps it would aid you knowing that this is actually John K's latest lyric on poem ranker, stolen, violated and mutated into a vintage parody. I just do it a a way to pass the time in this new box of mine, and because it's just fucking hilarious if you read them side by side. Try it and see. His is called playing solitaire. He detests me more than a fish does a miracle turning Jesus, because he's too young to be thankful yet, but in about two years he'll be walking around bragging about it to all ends. He still doesn't realize what he's bumped into (I), once he does, it'll be the highlight of his current awareness. We'll pray for him and his broken record. Please bow your heads with me.

Dispense more gum into the angels mouth, so no one else suffers his whining screams. I'll buy you a teddy so you won't be lonely when that poor angel chokes.. we can end the war man, theres hope! Or we can simply let up and let the angel choke on the feces coming out his mouth and let him and the conquered lands rot into nothingness.. either way, we win, he loses.. ;)

Mmm yes, interesting it is.. now I learned that your a real clever one. Thanks for reminding me to question everything, seems your study is going well. ;)

Hardly, but thanks, Da's Aids bonanza and a couple of his other sagas leave me looking for buttons and mirrors, but I'll get there. He is after all, older than taffy.

My bad, I didn't see the (zit), and for some reason I had disastrous spelled (Life with Tanya) forgive me.

Disregard that Last statement I thought I saw a few but nope. No typos. I still have no clue what your talking about as far as Grammer.

Shit I see several. Damn Damn Damn. I work it in word so I'm actually quite suprised. I'll fix those right away.