According to him, he didn't love Nadine and that she was just basically there to take care of their son. I've never met anyone who can be that evil...you know.

i don't have nothing against you. Don't be dramatic, and must you and shawn follow me into my escape world too. I use, and enjoy poemranker, as a writing forum, and it's my latest creative outlet for the last 4 to 5 months. Not to deal with the artery clogging coagulates that parallel my pathetic hollywood existence in my fantasty world too. I might be a snake, but at least i'm aware of what can and can't swallow. Must i turn around and find this pointless high school clique mentality everywhere? Get over it. Write poems, or shut the fuck up. Here's a scenario, i don't really see us having a future together. And the note passing is a little pathetic. When a person doesn't pick up the phone to call, or answer that usually is a pretty good indicater of loss of interest. Nothing against you, but i'm intuative enough to see a psycho bubbling over a mile away, and you sweetheart are a text book nut case. my advice to you would be put tony robbins down, and get some meds. also, the best thing that could happen is p&k corresponding with you. Two birds, one stone.

Frankly, I doubt he would give a hoot who you were fond of on this site. Besides, he has already endured the trials with God's Wife, who now despises me. If you hang out long enough, you most likely will also. So, where was poor sweet Nadine while you guy's were spending this "quality time" together. Was she slaving away to make rent at the fast food joint? Was she at the beach with the baby?

The guy that was living in his guest house (old man river) tried to pick me up at a bar. One time I called him and h8 picked up the phone and he talked to me for like an hour...not knowing who the hell I was....About a month after that conversation my phone rang at like 3am and it was him....weird..right?? We talked some more and then we met in person. After that we spent some quality time together. We got along quite well...I thought. Unfortunately, he is a snake...the worst kind of human possible...the kind of person that would hurt you purposefully for no reason at all. I've been nothing but kind to him and in return I get treated like shit. That's alright though... I think he is a little upset at my fondness for you. But,you my friend are amazingly accurate...all your comments regarding him were true...amazing even though you don't know him. No, I don't work for Boston Chicken.

what do you think of the sect who claim to have cloned humans? i am curious, how does that fit with an overall holographic philosophy? is it aligned, against, or irrelevant? do you think what they are doing is acceptable? important? what of thier motivation?

Regardless of our differences of opinions, neither of us have resorted to profanity or personal attacks on family members as did a previous post. I did not rate your poem so it was not I who gave it a three. I will have some comments soon and did read your piece but not in depth. My first impression was quite positive and it was obvious your poem rates much higher than a three. More later and I apologize for calling you a hypocrite though we all are to various degrees. Also, you seem to well versed and I was wondering if you have an interest in cosmology? The relatively new world of quantum mechanics is an area I have pursued for years and I am convinced it is not written about nearly as much as it should be. I have written several poems concerning the new physics and related subjects and my main problem is the abstract nature inherent to such matters. But, I keep trying to describe the abstract in a non-abstract way and believe I have made some progress though there remains much difficuly in doing so.

Actually yes it does.

dodgy? It could look that way. My friend said she was coming "later" and I was angry..what better way to say it than "drop you from an elevator" a term my friends and I use now..inside joke that happened at a hotel. As for the song lyrics thing, yah it pretty much was created like a song and was supposed to be so the misplaced words and "dodginess" appear in a more poetic form.

Or paid attention in the bookstore to those little triangle things that specifically appeal to the sports fan.

GO BEARS!!! santa was supposed to bring me one for christmas. fat bastard.

Buy a bike! Are you a Bear. I am a Bear. Go Bears!!!!!!!

how un-spirited of you. you must have been drunk for all those team-spirit meetings. (i was)

no, but i had to commute 22 miles each way and was blest with a series of bad used cars, the most memorable of which were the ford fiesta (that caught on fire 3 times before my dad agreed to let me sell it), the rambler (which got 11 mpg--a fortune in gas money for a starving art student who'd rather have paint than gas any day), and the 67 volvo 242dl ('nuff said). it hardly ever snows in CT. but i did get stuck about 10 yards shy of a scary metal bridge near sikorsky (helicopter factory) the second time my car caught fire. except it was freezing rain at the time. and i had to call school and explain why i wouldn't be there to take my exams that morning. i think 'the dog ate my...car keys' would have been more believable... we're not big on public transport here in ct. at least we weren't then. it has gotten better. but so has the quality of my used cars.

duh....I AM A BEAR!!!!!!!! Go BEARS!!!!!!!!!

I just went to the websites of the two other colleges and still do not know what I am. I am not a tar heel, so I will be a pioneer! I cannot believe I spent 4 and 3 years at these places and never found that out. I feel so small.

The pfffffd. Yes, that would be a tar heel in my mind. She does have pretty lips. Only 22 graduated......oh yes, you are a bumpkin in the country. Did you have to walk one mile each way in two feet of snow to get to class?