Clive barker's surrogate dildo.

The mad arab ALHAZAR, this must mean the book of the dead. The ancient ones are about. flee, flee to the safety of a moist towellette.

Aint I the lucky apple of your eye?

Twas i that tenned your pen.

I'm relieved that you're not in denial about it, anyhow.

Isn't that precious. Die.

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That's funny. Thanks for the email trickster, the other day. You're right it's been a blast, and to me worth every hour. Thanks for your critiques. I think I'm drunk or just gay now, but what the fuck right?! This sight has really taken my writing further than I would of ever thought plausible, and in the long run, as someone that needs writing more then anything else I believe. I believe that in itself to 'be' the real 'gift' behind Kaolin Fire's poemranker.com whether it was -=Dark_Angels=- sheer fucking brilliance, or Zinnia's eloquence, Settles insanity, or God's wife's passion I was there, you have Intransit's courage, Razorgrin's wit, Katie nievity, Nentwind's insomniatic chirpings, Beel Z bubs anectdotes, and Beakism's beak I was there, motherfucker, deal with that. I read poetry sixteen hours a day. I am a poet. I am crazy enough to say that with a sneer of contempt, and pull out my cock an piss on your shoe with a belch, fart, hello. Poemranker gave me the armor encased penis to do a thing that brazenly superior. People say, "how did you find the time? "I think" how couldn't I find the time?" I'm a writer, that's what I do with my time. I write as much as I fucking can; That's all I'm good at, and, as with everything else on this accursed planet, sometimes I aint even good at that. Poemranker is a good place to bring up your kids, trust me, I know, I live here.

Good lord I think you've done it. Let's just say this poem redefines American poetry, thankyou, now I can die completely ruined and lonely. Could you possibly shove a peanut butter kiss right up my ass? Thanks. If you meet some resistance , fear not, that's just vipersna trying to breath, ignore and push harder.

There are some lovely images here, and powerfully simple details. Plus I'm a sucker for Azure. I once dated the most beautiful American indian lass named Azure she was incredibly attractive, and passionate. I met her at a party and sold her some shrooms, and she left with me, it was winter in Michigan, and my car's passenger window and sunroof were blown out and I had plastic over them, my car looked like a fucking submarine/hoopdie I was so embarassed because when you hit 50 or so the cabin would pressurize it was really funny, but she could of cared less ahhhh youth. Wasn't it preciously disposable.

fruitcake flame'

Pretentious and totally center field. Cool structure however and simple enough to have a sense of a balance somewhere in its edited future.

Well yeah?

Why don't you do the Phillip seymour story instead Shardik. You seem to have some left handed gusto today, you fucking write it asshole. I'm going to light some vanilla incense and put in a Depeche Mode live CD and make an avacado tuna bagel medium toasted and diced picles in the tuna, touch of garlic and green onion, pour myself a glass of guava juice (fresh) with eight ice cubes. Okay?

The last stanza saved your ass, because it's posh up until that last pretty step.