Seriously. This blew me away. Send it out.

Oh yes, another in the long line of the creative adjectives strewn at my work, accept this case in the verb form. Let me feel you tits, and I too, will give you 10s.

If is meant to be convoluted that is how I took it, so in that case it functions. It is a wood burning stove then, not a fireplace that the wood is going into?

But in this "artificial environment" you do give him all 10s. That was were the comment came from. It was meant to be funny as you are the butt of many of my jokes, which you should preceive as an honor. Where is Limonade? I miss her. Call her and tell her P&K misses her!

Why do you feel sorry for her? And no, you should not have brought your prof into this. Just because some published academic goof who teaches of all things a "creative writing class", which is in essence group therapy, says you poetry is good does not mean the general public will accept it. That is life. Most people read John Grisham, not Paul Auster. I am glad your prof deems you to have potential. It is a good feeling and maybe you are deserving, but frankly you have a long way to go. The slams you receive are simply responses to your, well, slams.

Yes, but you also denied one of those aspects as being a valid subject for poetry. Did you prof tell you that?

comment deleter (new word).

I still don't get it. Are you the other person? Is it your pie? Should we change the word pie to turd? How many kids? three? Day job? Still have sex?

1. my city established 1876. Centennial State. Columbine, flower (and historic shooting event that inspired a 5K and a new license plate). Bird, Chrsitof. I live in the heart of it. I am less than 1 mile from a store that sells at least 15 brands of condoms.
2. Which pic. Major windburn in the bike race. Did I mention how much pain I was in. You would not believe.

(It is not last call or anywhere near it here).

3. i don't understand.
4. I hate everyone here, except you, of course

Have you had a sudden musical epiphany?

Hell no. It feels to fucking good!

First off, you live in the country or small town America. Of course, CT is a suburb of NYC. But who are we kidding, you sleep at a farm and chew hay at work. Second: I use sunscreen to avoid any unnecessary redness. Third: Well it was about the pie thing, but I won't go there. Minors are on the site. Fourth: We should all be one loving group. Hugs and kisses from the soul. Poet's call to arms. Keep on writing, on.

Are you drunk and at the barn?

Silly rabbit. Poetry is not to be judged as one person being better than another. It is from the soul, the deepest form of expression. We are all one poet, one word. We are all in the same boat cast at sea, lost, waiting for a downed tanker to break. Now, you two take hands. Kiss and make up. Send me the picture for a good bathroom tug. And I do not know what I am talking about becasue I have no pictures but the one's I create in my head. Do you not live in the suburbs?

You're too funny. I was simply trying to lighten things up as you and abbas traded barbs on who was the better writer. Did you drink your vitamin C today? The fruit question was a defense. She threw that out and I thought it was a funny thing to throw in an argument. You are the one making the derogatory isms about Hispanics and their role as house cleaners and turndown specialists. You forgot to mention nannies. Where that came from, I have no idea. You are hypersensitive. I made no reference to you growing up, I was simply relaying the fact that you, now, as a big girl, live in the suburbs. That would make you a suburbanite. Peasants in this day and age would most likely live in rural poverty or inner city poverty. That would not be you, becasue you live in suburban LA. Correct? Thanks for the comparison to Eddy, but, frankly, I do not think One Country is equal to throwing sand in your face.