You spelled "piece" wrong, Jew-Killah. you are a very sensitive child. Try some chamomile tea with about 250 Seconal in it, that should take the edge off your suburban angst-rage.

*breaks into sobbing wails* How did you know about my past!!!The drills! the baboons! the midgets! Christ, you're a sad little jerkoff. Even being in seventh grade is no excuse. I am actually remarkably proud I made your experience unpleasant. Suffering might be good for you, give you some talent. How can I not spell? If you check, my spelling is impeccable.

I noticed. say, Jew-Killah, would you be such an utter asscock if I hadn't told you that you can't write for shit? No, you wouldn't. Grow the fuck up, I say again, at the risk of being repetitive.

I own my own soul as well as the souls of 4 other people. The 'mind' attempt was just sad. you're really trying here, aren't you, Jew-killer? Fail!

There is plenty of reason. Your poems were utter crap. they were boring, self-indulgent, poorly written and foolish. I also still have the right to free-ish speech, so, unless you are an agent of the Gestapo, fuck off. you are Gestapo, aren't you? aren't you, Jew-killer?

ha-ha! so witty! I guess I'm caught now within the might word-trap of the great sk8boardanalinsertion so i'm doomed now. Out of mere mortal curiosity, senor itchy-trousers, what the godfuck is "rendering the thought of living' supposed to mean? Christ, make an ounce of sense occasionally, you bitchy, oversensitive anal polyp.

Do you know any other adjectives besides 'crap'? The purpose of this godforsaken site is to "rank" the poemes of others. This involves voting and commenting. Not as much a 'game' as constructive criticism. Your poemes were self-indulgent, masturbatory crap and I called you on it. Grow the fuck up.

That's the most inane statement I've heard since I last read your stuff. What di you mean, about trev copying it? he just told me the name of it.

Good for you, fucknut.

Sir, You are both a scoundrel and a dipshit. razorgrin knows Father Christmas, and she told me that he told her to tell me to tell you that you shan't be receiving the Fisherman's Harvest Playset you so frantically dream of.

EVERYONE thought of that already, a single tit. But they thought it was, without exception, the single most annoying and dull thing one could possibly post in reply. Everyone, that is, apart from you. Get out of my sight!

Then again, purple is the color associated with sex as are exotic things. An since it says "exotic purple scent" it could just be your own pheromones at the site of her that you smelled. So long, as she finds being sexy a positive it could be a compliment to who ever your sweet little flower is.

So, what was the consensus in the forum?

I was snow boarding, just got back. Now, Settle, i do not believe this poem is all that. The poem is just an attempt by me to evolve and just let go of certain mental clutter. It is not about male prostitution literally. The prostitute reaches a point in repetition where he accepts certain facts and just finds solace in that. He is not bitter. It deals with this fact all people have a right to eat and sleep peacefully that is all. Tomorrow i will write one, more specifically designed to meet the criteria of your argument and posture. Okay? One about what you think this one is about but it's not... Then you can whoop it up and hone it down to whatever in the hell your heart desires. geez.

you're just saying that because you're greek, freak. oh, and, i'd like to take this opportunity to say "oracular" syllabically in fibonacci sequence, for 10 progressions or so: ( ) or ac ular oracu laroracular oracularoracular oracularoracularoracu laroracularoracularoracularoracularoracular oracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoral (oops. i went a little darwinian on yer asses there.)