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Daywalker (Free verse) by Blade

He Stalks Hunting through every Darkened street, Passing by each flickering lamppost. Hastening to find his soul. The blood lust rises Searing blood red anger, deep behind his eyes.

Tintagiles 12-Oct-02/8:24 AM
I see. I express my opinion and I'm fucking rude, but somehow you're not? You have done nothing but post an godawful comment, misspelled, which I read and found disturbing bad. If your insults had any intelligence or invention to them, I might listen, but they are puerile, cliched spoutings. You do indeed express what you're feeling, but badly. I fail to see why your coming from England should mean I oughtn't to cuss. I'm perfectly willing to believe that you're able to spell and create a grammatically correct sentence, but you'll have to do better than this last post of yours to convince me. Much better. You are an overly sensitive little girl, though I confess a certain amusement at reading you. Especially when you scream at me not to be rude in far ruder language than I ever used on you. All in all, you could rearrange that little rant of yours into a most interesting surrealistic poem with a bit of tweaking. Give it a go, won't you? It couldn't be much worse than what you've done already




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