-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
on Atonement by aperfecttool77
17 Feb 2003, 5:35 AM
Do shut up.
Try writing on the Turin Shroud instead of paper! It can be a great way to cure writer's block! Also crapper's block!
I suppose "James Wright" has been telling you about asswagons. Then beware, for he knows not of what he speaks.
Momma me eandome button is going spickanky. i'm going to go work now read script transcribe back suitcase cross fingers go bye.
Let me guess. You got a block buster card?
Seen it.p
chili pepper's somg is better.
go to hell.
midnight, my closet... august, hot as shit. where did i put my damn creepers. may day.
wtfit?
you'd still be fucking broke?
"To a paper that does not reply" I guess a poem has not jumped up and attacked you yet? they will, but until then this is a 'shot in the dark statement' me lass.
Sterile, but what the hay.
Yes, wonderful comment by the way. It is times as these that i often dutch oven myself to sleep at night. The misery is exquisite. You know... soon i have to leave for the mountains, but don't worry i'll check in here and there. I enjoyed your little symphony the other day too, my synthesized welsh buddy. Jovial and full of perk.
My facts are right, male lions attack the cubs of other male lions because killing the cub brings the females back into heat and then they can sire their own on her. They do not attack their own cubs but attempt to protect them from other males. The exception of course is where foods concerned when they will be aggressive towards even their own females, but not lethally.
No, really...no offense, but i'm not mr, pig. ask him.
And i'm not trying to insult you. the only person that was insulted here was my cousin and settle this haiku has nothing to do with you other than the fact that settle (tanhand) that it was funny, so i merged him brainysmurf and my cousin into one poem (she's only ten, but she's still smart) your last name isn't handrinos and this poem has nothing to do with you. me and settle having ben going back and forth on this for a week now. sorry, as usual you just show up assuming shit. there are other poets here named jeremi in fact settle has a synonym named jeremi. that's his deal along with his morphing of your first name and my last. sorry, but you're wrong, and as for your neck and bruises, could you please keep your comments in your own world i really don't need them here. if it was your last name, granted but it's not, so the only one who sounds desperate and ridiculous is you. sorry... to be blunt, but i really don't have time to entertain the needy.
ta, maybe. :)
Gheto boys 1991 hit with a wiccan enima. joy.
No way. Crack? Come on now. You seem much too educated to have fallen prey to all of them and to have recovered on top of that. What's scag, spic, jig, hams, spork, puff, whiz, yatt, pink and cake? I've never heard of them. I don't see heroin in the mix. And you're a grad student at Cambridge? You're quite fascinating, that is if you are telling the truth.