scitz
replying on Skin, Bone, Flesh & Blood by scitz
23 Dec 2002, 2:32 AM
Yes, ZZinnia of course I already was skin, bone, flesh and blood but for loving her thats all I became, I lost my soul, and soulmate
Thats what I meant.
Que pendejada.
Hijole this is a piece of shit! Mainly because there are some terrific ideas forsaken by pompous look-at me-I'm-an-originalisms. You have made your thingy here completely in-accessible, congradulations. Too bad you can't use your abilities for making even the slightest sense. Try, it not all that uncool.
a thank you is also in order. mappy chrismukah...or maybe herry hannatmas? eh, i like mappy chrismukah better. the perfect PC way to celebrate every holiday! now, if only they could make kosher christmas saugsage...hmm...
putting the words love and safe together in the same sentence can have deadly consequences. but still, i must admit to this once again striking a chord in my brain. i shall now depart, leaving this place after repaying your kind words for me by leaving my fucking five votes.
i still have a hard time appreciating haikus, but anything that reminds me of dr. tad winslow gets my highest mark.
besides the whole death thing, the flashbacks tend to remind me of what i did...well, today. and yesterday. and next weekend, pending the new job's drug testing policies. how much longer can i revel in my youth?
if i had the time, i'd try to figure out who is about...or if it is about. what am i talking about?
there is something to be said for anyone that can write the music along with the song. hell, even elton john can't do that.
how odd this world works. for some things, the more talented you become and the more you do something, the 'tighter' you become. then, and this is mostly for women, the more talented you become and the more you do 'something', the looser you become. i shall ponder this while i sleep...
who put what in the how now?
this is tight now.don't change it anymore, you are finding honesty and humor much more at your disposal i see. good, that's an unarguable foundation. now comes title strengthening with a high octane dose of subject upon style relation improvement. your gonna peak within the next year, and when you do. you'll laugh with me about the nines. i enjoy your work, and it makes me feel very good in more ways than i bet you'd believe that you trust me. a poets death is earned and remembered his/her birth, an accident divine.'
bill hicks. thats all i have to say.
with all that could be said on the side of the tracks where immorality and disgust reside, the only person "cool enough" to hang out with AIDS is a Jew. this comment in itself was as funny a finish as the poem which it rode in on.
merry christmas. your poetry is getting stronger.the poets life, his calling, is to the 'struggle', to the 'word'. god was a poet, and we are all god through that gift. the gift of communication for a better sense of what it means to be 'here'. you were born a poet. we all were.H
last 6 lines...been there, done that. that is also the precise reason they are my favorite ending lines EVER...except for the end of fight club.
with this being said, my theory of this site being one extremely large disfunctional family has been proven true. now, i shall truely sleep in peace...when i find my bed.
i almost don't wanna see that last sentence. i thought is was perfect up until that ummm. think on that then i'll come back and vote later, but i'll probably will give it a ten, just for the last stanza alone(not including last sentence) read that bad boy ten times out loud by itself. lol. strong strudel filler batman. how well do you know razorgrin.?
i find your comment to be uncooth, and the tall ones, i always keep, and since your not in room 101 at the standard currently, you're either not tall, or lying. <~
Hell, I think you just pushed me to the #1 spot. I feel like I should open some champaigne.
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And yet I'm not satisfied with this one at all. I need to completely rewrite the second stanza.