SupremeDreamer21 Jan 2005

Tale of a Lonely Heart (or soul? wtf ever, that shit was horrid, absolutely fecal in every way.)

What in bloody Jesu?!?!?!? One, if you're going to write a poem concerning romance, love, or sex (if there was sex in this I still would feel deep disgust and hatred.) never follow the above shit-smeer example, cliche it's defining characteristic, besides the smell.

You know what I sense, over-all, and more importantly? You need to go get laid, urgently.

BTW, what in the name of moses fuckslave is up with that "till another morn!" shit? That's making the assumption that you will ever see the light of Morn, Nirvana, or the glistening twinkle of the Almighty Clit "betwixt" a womans vertical nether-lips.