describe 'hung'

i think she went in the back room with him and his dog. she is naughty.

divorced, of course. the poem is more and less than it appears. think of it as the frayed hem of the fatal arras that unlucky polonius chose. watch for more. oedipus is working on his archery, and writing about it, and i have some new slots to fill on the reanker. i like having a theme.

in america, a biscuit is made with white flour, salt, and buttermilk. it is fluffy and white and saly, and you sop up gravy with it, or put butter on it abd eat it with fried chicken. always made and eaten fresh and hot, never from a factory.

thus the confusion.

yes, mcvities are delicious. a store near me has them, and i treat myself every once in a while. they are more like what we call graham crackers than biscuits, though.

maria, you need to go to school. it' your right, and your only way out. mrs.god is a latina. your worlds are not so different. listen to her. she is kind.

a married man, christof. shw should stay away from him, if she knows what's good for her. trouble is, she listens to her heart and not her head.

personally, it's because maria can't take criticism without threatening the criticiser. it just pissed me off, and i vented. i have nothing against either of them. i just want to read poems.

i believe maria is fucking craig david. i am not his girl. i was lying. never even hinted at penning me a line, the bastard. me and oedipus went for sushi tonight though. poor boy got some harsh news. such is life.

you will find that i am very a patient woman. i knew this was just the thing to tickle your bum.

oh come now dark angel.

hey, i'm already craig david's girl 2003. but i made him go get shots after he was with you.

and unity, dammit, i told you not to lend out my damn vaccuum cleaner. especially not to some barfly.

yes. from your reply i see that you are a master of both spelling and grammar. not to mention wit.
i am a wanker! god, you see right through me. and yes, you probably are bigger than me, since i am almost nothing, and only 11. i hardly ever contribute to this site. and, i don't know how to get my point across, or make a joke, or take a joke, or spell, or construct a sentence, or...jesus. why the fuck am i wasting my time? you'll be gone in no time anyway.

have a great life, maria. you rule. so does blade. nothing but 10's from here on it. teach me, i am so ignorant, and i obviously can learn from your non-racist wisdom. pretty please.