Yo Angel,
You really are the funniest mother fucker on this site! I'd love to have a stout with you and shoot the shit! Dat wouldn't be a sin would it?

You must be that bad ass mother fucker I wrote about a couple of weeks age. Yo home-boy wahe you bin? Me and you could run this joint. Two bad mother fuckers with an additude to boot! Shit, we cuold fuck all the hoe's down on 125 street. Know what I'm sayin. We kick back get some crank..know what I'm sayin? Homey, you just stick with me...latch on...I'ma make it all happen. And dem white boys, we be kicin dey ass..takin dey hoe's back to the hood. Cookin up they ass and lighin up they pussy's.. So meet me down by dat fucking Korean Bakery on Martin Luther King Blvd. 8PM sharp! You with me mother-fucker? Oh one last thing home-boy..when you come down here in my neck of da woods..don't be sayin shit like ""Nappy" and "hipsters"..home boys up here will tear your shit apart dey here you rap like dat. Later.

Got a million of em...but before a share another tell me first... is there a serious bone in that old creeking body of yours?

Now you're talking....-10-

There you go joshing us all again. You sir do not exist! You are but a background Ranker program, triggered during a lull in action. That I'm sure of!! you old nested loop!!

Banal, trite, prosaic, pedestrian, colorless, humdrum..etc....
Just another story bout a poor boy in the hood. arrr!!! think I'll take a nap.

Superfluous vulgarism's aside.......oh no not you again!! -2-

Isn't locomotion a 60's song (comon baby do the locomotion). Anyway, Mulberrry, what exactly is the "spirtiual notification" that was missed? Are you trying to point out the absurdity of our obsession with self image in the face of genuine tragedy? I think most people, whether they are conscious of it or not, use things like excercise to escape the daily tragedy that is thier lives. But yes, there are many who live in a box and can't see past their own vanity. Now that's a real tragedy. I liked this piece. Thought it was very well written. -8-

I tell ya, I'm fed up to here (my nose)with all this talk of suicide..oh how painful life is.. bla bla bla..grow the fuck up..deal with it..or do us all a fucking favor and blow your fucking brains out..but please, no more "poems" about lifes tribulations!

I really wich you would have taken this one all the way. You stopped at 2nd base...didn't even round the bag and threaten to take 3rd. Now i can kind of imagine how a "full manipulation" might end for you....with sweaty brow and wet panties ....but what about the poor chap trapped inside your CRT? No happy ending for him? Ah it get it! This poem turns the tables on men who have the nasty habit of satisfying themselves sexually while leaving their partner (female) in an utter state of frustration. Not that I've ever expereinced such a phenomenon.....I always ring the bell!! - Brilliant twist!

Huh?

What the fuck are you talking about you mysterious asshole?