Damn straight keep me down!!!

jesus it's like speaking sign language to a crosseyed chinese pole vaulter. here once again. yes. i have a diploma, have you actually ever been asked to brandish one? obviously often the way you bleet about them, i haven't.oh well i guess when i'm at an audiyion against a yale trained actor, or a private school trained actor i should worry huh? yes i know what it takes to be a dr. (what? is that privaledged information held by the golf clubs of the world) you act like you have a diploma in the medical field? but, you don't so shut your pie hole, as for her age? you do, remember you? brought it up in fact i thought she was fourty still i don't really pay attention to b-days. and she is something...she's real to me, unlike yourself..i can hold her poetry in my hand see her smile, have a cup of tea with her, and laugh repeatedly at your expense, for no expense, but above all no matter what i've ever down, ever.. she has stayed true as my friend regardless, and that my drunk parrot in a small uknown cafe in el salvador..is untradeable.where as someone like yourself, is unreliable, untrustworthy, never satasfied..a cheater, a back stabber, a weak minded oil slave, but worst of all you're incompetent, and you lack integrity..still it's intriguing sometimes to run a car down to empty just to mark the stall line with memory. for the future. you see. as for stan rice ..if you recall we were talking to katie..how fucking complicated do you want me to get with her poetically speaking..everyones gotta start somewhere right..why not stan..you have yet to raise one argument against any of his poetry, and i sent you two..perhaps..you need more. mr poetry, and a bucket of fish for your high flipping sea world antics, and yes you're entertaining alright about as much excitement as a jet fuel doused clown car with no doors..i wont be playing a doctor, the role is for lucky..watch the show too know. as for the internet passions thing? ha! ha! i'll take stan rice, peanut brittle, and watching you chew on your flea invested rump any day of the week. thank though i'll keep it in mind, when i go to feed the chickens tomorrow.

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No matter which character you log in as you make little sense. Yes, I suppose you were friends with the big dog character also. What happened to the "this is the end" spirit? Are you Jonesing? I am just trying to sober up a bit before I hit the bed. The wife just got up, came in to my office and wondered why I do not spend enough time with her and the kid. I said, "wow" the visionary of poemranker, just mentioned that. I have no answers. And I cannot use the excuse that she smells like mashed potatoes. She is an environmental lawyer. The only justification for the job. But that is that. Where did the tough guy threats go. I will be in LA if you need to live the live of an actor and pugilist. The pen only has so such power.

Your lucky I'm not male then ^___^

i didn't justify her..in fact i asked her to leave, but that is neither here nor there, she joined poemranker after she left the shelter of my ever beckoning hospitality. no i'm sober..with no smokes which is very, very bad. yes, i have an excuse for everything in a file in my closet. she was hot and easy maintenance, plus i wanted to mix the contents in vile a. to the beaker vile b. to recreate myself, leave a piece of me behind, who knows..perhaps like jack nicholson would say "i'm just a mammal, no more, no less..condoms? are those breatmints or people who want to save condors? what about l.a macho man? i don't recall that title is it next to kansas city sound bytes in section p for poets? tougher, so do i.

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Not the English rooms!!! We'll never come out of there alive!!!!

Fair enough. I know a place where it is dark and no one will watch.

Of course they do. I am the entertainment of this site. Where have you been?

as he shall appear in every end.

Fuck you.