But you mention so many outside things EXCEPT that. I fyou didn't get into such detail about your window, leaving the house, it would make sense. It's inconsistent with the rest of what you've said. As for throwing rocks at my window... have fun! The chances I'd hear you? Good. The chances I'd care? Slim to nil. You'd get bored first. Or I'd just invite you in for Schnapps...

I was actually about to call her on that one as well. It's a known fact that you despise that deliciously sappy stuff, and I adore it.

Are you telling me that you sought out and registered an account at a website, the express purpose of which is to provide a forum for any loser who considers themself a 'poete', and you genuinely believe that not one of those people will have suffered personal misfortune equal to yours? Everyone at poemeranker has lost someone they love, or been raped up the bum by an uncle, and that's the sole motherfucking reason they're here, to whine on incessantly about it. Except me. My only problem is this terrible flatulence. WHY DID GOD DO THIS TO ME????????///

Amalea May Juniper Berry! GET YOUR FANNY BACK IN HERE RIGHT THIS MOMENT YOUNG LADY! WE'RE NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!>O

Thanks for your help Christof, I really appreciate this. V2 is up and a hearty cup of Earl Grey to you:)

Thanks ls29, it did need a facelift though. I hope it didn't lose anything. How're things going for you?

Thanks for your comment zzinnia66. Iwent thataway and it seems to make more sense now. I promise never to ignore you again:) Capice?

Well, she's no Walt Whitman, I think she's got some good stuff in her book though.

I would also like to remind you that it is, ex hypothesi, impossible for God to do something He shouldn't have.

Why don't you tell me in painstaking detail exactly what happened? I'm dying to know!!!

Neither my father nor I did anything wrong. God shouldn't of taken him. Do you even know what that feels like? I was 12 when that happened.

That's right!! God isn't omnipatient!!!

So your telling me that God took my father away so I would stop whining? Is that correct?

I stand by my opinion. And sweetheart, for your pebble-throwing to have any effect, I'd have to be there, asleep. And care. And we know how rare that is. If you break the window you get to pay for it and I'll do horrible things to you. If we're not allowed to mention what we consider a slight bump in your work... Come now, dearie, as if you wouldn't mention a bump in ours if it really jumped at you.

Razorgrin sweetheart, you might recall (all right, you wouldn't being tanked at the time) that I detested it before. Thus my shudders at the very thought of you two lovely ladies singing it drunk and off-key.

Bye Intransit, vulcan and living canvass. This time it's for good.

Thankee, Christof and god's wife. I also left out the transportation because how i move doesn't figure in it. It's all about the interaction between me and Old 'n' Creepy, leaving no room for other people. Or the car itself. Limonade and intagiles, be good or I'll throw pebbles at your windows in the wee hours of morning for a month.

No, i'm not poetandknowit. I'm new. My first scores weren't the best, to say the least.