Nothing frightens me except timing myself writing poetry. Seems like an undergrad (sorry guys) thing to do. Shall I take you riding one day. Or better yet, to the places I wander below this land. pfft.

Everything frightens you.

Which pile of shit were you referring to? I give lots of 10s. They're free. Want one? Ok seriously, there's a lot of stuff I like here. I prefer to score on the upper-half as often as I can. I was more referring to your singular style of poetry.You even admitted that in another conversation somewhere. Can you iambic pentameter? If you can, I'd really like to see it. seriously. I'll concede on the trucker talk. Hair? No. I'm still going through puberty. Indiana's rather flat. Colorado,Utah,Oregon, and Washington burn up brakes and trailers quite nicely though. "run to your wife"? Nah. Just an overnight jihad before posting.(I lost). Gods Wife adors you or at least your writing. I'm sure she would do what ever she could to offer help if you actually needed it.Two suggestions: Do NOT eat from the truck stop buffet. And don't feed the bears. Not even the she bears. Why porn and tugging if you have a wife? Nevermind. I suffer from same. And one final thing about food. If I could go elsewhere with a car hauler, I would. Dennys is better. Truce bruce? Your serve. gotta go. mommys got cookies and milk waiting.

It came from an attempt at showing all possibilities. I answer everything I receive. I don't have your address so all I can do is send a reply. My records show the transaction completed. Yours?

thanks, love your corner in this round room.boom!

Horus8, brig or no brig, you are just to damn pretty to have anyone's back. I mean that with the best intentions. Of course the tatoo is scary.

I do not envy his liberties, where did that one come from. And I am not having problems with my wife other than those I create in my head. And I am fair game. If I inspire you to write such trash, then so be it. And you use trucker talk all of the time. I like it, so I use it back. Your own paranoia makes you think it is patronizing. I have nothing to patronize you on. I quite frankly like the ice cream served at truck stops. I believe it is a variation of ice milk. I have also been known to dabble in the porn booths they offer out west. It gets lonely on the road. And it is much easy to tug away in a stationary position rather than in motion. Besides, how would you explain that one to a police officer? Unless, of course, it was a policewoman. Then she would understand. And maybe even join in for a second round. I was asking you the same. I know nothing else about you other than you drive a truck full of cars. I hate cars, especially the ones you have mentioned driving from point to point. If I were you, I would just let the trailer go when you are parked on a hill somewhere in Indiana. Quit eating so many donuts while you drive. The sugar is jacking with your head. So put down all of you imaginary weapons and go run to your wife and tell her poetandknowit was mean to you again. Although I wasn't. 10-4. Good buddy. Oh, by the way, considering you would give a pile of shit a 10 I find it rather funny that in your poem you attempt to jab at work of such fine quality. Over and out. Roger Wilco. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. And while I am at it, Gods Wife is not "there" for me. I have never met her and she barely answers my e-mails. So stop imagining things.

Drop them both. Shake hands with the left. A sign of fellowship. Perhaps he speaks to you that way because he envies your liberty, or because he likes you. Why can't you benefit from the doubt?

I want to show an act of good faith. I'm not sure whether to drop the sword or the shield. So I will say these: Despite the "wives" line, I am sorry you are having that type of problem. I am lucky to have a spouse that appreciates my work. I am glad that Gods Wife is (there for you). And please lose the trucker talk. That would make it seem less patronizing. I wish to volley.

...or soles, or shoals.

I revoted.(sorry for fighted!)and you did the right thing about that website.thanks.