Bachus19 Aug 2002

stanzas, iambic peters, line34, line35, what the fuck are you people talking about....this is a beautiful honest tragedy with the makings of the trojan war, and your like wow!"i like the second stanza" un fucking real. you wretchless lasses hold this close to your "structured" love of poetry, but in the end this is a winner, because of it's rotten stench of honesty and love torn madness, jesus christ you fucking broads are to much the irony is totally fucking killing me...it's like a bunch of fucking nazi's trying to tape back together everything they've destroyed whilest they mumble, "hey? why did we rape and burn and shit all over this again, oh yeah because we loved it that much" un fucking believable i'm goinna give it another ten just because it says the exact reverse of what you dripping cunts think...oh and what happened to mr. bogs figures that indecipherable cursived tampon string would retreat. once again p&k. i'm barely humbled, and yes you are a poet, writer whatever artist, aware man of mischief 10/10