scitz
on Frozen Angel by Ranger
21 Dec 2002, 5:18 AM
This is beautiful, ahead of your years ranger 8
I read it -all- and am exhausted, I think you could make your point cleared more concisely, the 6 mins it took to study it is just the start now i have to think about it before voting. Hope you will answer any questions if i have any?
You're quite ignorant, but I won't hold it against you since you're plastic. If you read carefully you will note that I am not from Oklahoma but from a state West of Oklahoma. I actually have been to Oklahom...lovely place...no spineless, annoying, hags like you floating around. Enjoy the egg nog and honey bun!
Here's some humbugs to suck on you miserable git. 5
Cellphones are lame.Your poem is rather good though.
A little bitterness in your words does not help because your poem sucks anyways.Now go choke you critical wench and go fuck your cousin while you're at it.
Merry Christmas. :)
a little bitterness is always good but not in your poetry because it sucks........2
"Through are pain"...change that. For your age it's not bad, but try to experiment with different subject matters. There's more to life than guys....like smurfs.
Pissing....when you really have to go can be somewhat of an orgasmic experience...your haiku on the other hand is not!
Good use of imagery. I liked it....8
Charmingly vicious 7
i regret to inform that not only am i sane, but i can sit through a whole dinner without being rude or excusing myself early to smoke once. i am proud of myself and growing a little more 'spiritually' (physically) even as we speak. lol.
There once was some aids in a crayon.
but since i was not yet a man
It melted my nipple
(now called a schmipple)
coloring, was never that simple!
you ever see best in show? "he likes soup" "i like soup" we could talk or not talk forever". we have lots in common.
i would of ended with spray paint your eyeballs for maximum confusion diffusion. than later... save the tongue ripping for an oral sex transfusion. trust me, i'm stupid.
"snug lumpia" are better than pierogis any day. this was a great poem and still will be later, after 'was'.
when the infant is cradled it stops it's baby wailing perhaphs un-rocked? last stanza's gold.
Hey! Down in front! damn people.
ah, young romance.
and I just recieved a letter from my highschool sweetheart!
It all adds up to the divine number 7.
cuz I feel silly and whispy.