the Castlevania remix of the Bach one.

the zombies.

I am mean because I am a bitter old husk of a man with a bitter old husk of a beard trailing from my bitter old husk of a chin. Do you realise next month will be -=Dark_Angel=-'s first anniversary? I think I am the longest-registered active member on poemranker. That makes me sad, because I think of all the time I have spent posting bollocks here when I could have been inventing a cure for AIDS or tugging off or something.

That's because you're so mean. You have to be nice if you want people to write you love poems. But I wrote this one just for you, really I did. The third last line was supposed to be "Thinking of Dark Angel's splendid wood" but it didn't scan well enough. Sorrow, of course, being nought but a metaphor for your splendid wood.

In other words, you agree with me.

You think so? I find it to be a lustful, robust, brave, invigorating and satisfying opinion. And incredibly freeing. It is mind-boggling the sense of lightness one feels when one slips free of the delusion the universe is or ought to be fair and good and sentient. Get a sense of proportion: we are a microsopic fleck on a grain of sand suspended in the pacific ocean. As if the universe does (or possibly could) give a fuck about any of us!

I agree. Sad. So terribly sad. And therefore wrong.

I believe it will, as well. I believe it will.

thanks, but this one is unsaveable. It's all teenage homework assignment-ish. That's why it's on the trash heap with a title of repudiation. I haven't done any writing in 7 years, I'm gonna be weeding my garden for a while.

Yes, and it fits into the iambic well, he was a good and brave man, I hope his death will spur the forces of good in Serbia to oust the organised crime, I believe it will.

Dear Lastobelus, What a sad opinion.

Nice menu... Are you mad at me about my sudden interest in the handicapped? I hope not, because I feel that i can make a difference and actually be, like, a sponser or something... A big brother, if you will, but not like the big guy on beyond the thunderdoom with the pig farts and stuff. but almost. I've changed fotr the better and i'm going to proof it by being very sweet to you from this point on, because... LOVE! heals everything. <brought to you by the special olympics badminton teams captain HUGO, {hugo waves at the camera while face slapping a slice of bologne and giggling madly [he has his raquet in his belt as if it were a pyrgayets sworde and his socks pulled up to the middle of his pock marked chubby little thighs] and oscar meyer weiner a kosher piece of meat, right Hugo? (hugo nods and proudly displays his raquet and bologne for the camera before breaking wind loudly with a kind eyed snort and chuckle... 3, 2,1, show timer

LET ME ASK MIA FARROW OH WAIT SHE'S GOT HER HANDS FULL IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT LOL (BY HANDS I OF COURSE MEAN EYE SOCKET AND BY FULL I OF COURSE MEAN FULL OF JOHNSON)