yep.

"mall". You really should give up.

I know, jew-killah. I wrote these, remember? Folks, here is a fantastic example of a gene pool needing chlorine. Why this yutz thinks he's making even a dent in my life or even my score is a question for the ages.

Almost clever, but no. It was LORD JESU who saved me. have you been saved?

And yet it makes almost no difference. Shouldn't you be out playing sports or vivisecting Jews about now?

"woman", asshat. And nobody likes you.

Not a quote. When I told you that, I spelled it right. It's in terrible form to scavenge the heckles of the person you're trying to insult after you realize that you're utterly outgunned.

Soooo, you're completely out of heckles? I almost feel sorry for you, but then I do for anyone who can be jerked off by a ladybug.

I'm just amazed you can find the time to rank my lil' ol' poems between sending all those Jews to the showers.

I noticed. So, how's it feel to suck the most cock of any 7th grader? No, you don't have to take that out of your mouth to answer.

You're running out of ideas and it shows, jew-killer.

Hey, fatty. You also can't fuck well either, at least so your mom attested as I climbed off her.

Your determination is almost cute. Then I remember that you're a foolish little pissant. It's just retarded to do this out of spite because your poemes didn't tickle anyone anywhere special.

You spelled "piece" wrong, Jew-Killah. you are a very sensitive child. Try some chamomile tea with about 250 Seconal in it, that should take the edge off your suburban angst-rage.

*breaks into sobbing wails* How did you know about my past!!!The drills! the baboons! the midgets! Christ, you're a sad little jerkoff. Even being in seventh grade is no excuse. I am actually remarkably proud I made your experience unpleasant. Suffering might be good for you, give you some talent.
How can I not spell? If you check, my spelling is impeccable.

I noticed. say, Jew-Killah, would you be such an utter asscock if I hadn't told you that you can't write for shit? No, you wouldn't. Grow the fuck up, I say again, at the risk of being repetitive.

I own my own soul as well as the souls of 4 other people. The 'mind' attempt was just sad. you're really trying here, aren't you, Jew-killer? Fail!

There is plenty of reason. Your poems were utter crap. they were boring, self-indulgent, poorly written and foolish. I also still have the right to free-ish speech, so, unless you are an agent of the Gestapo, fuck off. you are Gestapo, aren't you? aren't you, Jew-killer?

ha-ha! so witty! I guess I'm caught now within the might word-trap of the great sk8boardanalinsertion so i'm doomed now. Out of mere mortal curiosity, senor itchy-trousers, what the godfuck is "rendering the thought of living' supposed to mean? Christ, make an ounce of sense occasionally, you bitchy, oversensitive anal polyp.

Do you know any other adjectives besides 'crap'? The purpose of this godforsaken site is to "rank" the poemes of others. This involves voting and commenting. Not as much a 'game' as constructive criticism. Your poemes were self-indulgent, masturbatory crap and I called you on it. Grow the fuck up.