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Your word's hurt, only you. (Other) by horus8

Ornella Muti "I have the white-blue eye of my Gallic ancestors, their narrow skull and their clumsiness in fighting. I find my clothes as barbarous as theirs. Only I don't butter my hair" A quote by Arthur Rimbaud from "a season in hell & The drunken boat" 20-Feb-03, 06:05 PM I heard you didn't get the commercial. Sorry. My friend got it. Ooops you did it again. Liars make bad actors. Get it? Bad karma. What did I tell you? I am sorry you're projecting your anger towards me. It's not my fault you impregnated the ugliest girl in the land of beautiful people. Sorry. Ohh.. she's dumb too... Yes, you did say you didn't love her. And you were over at my place less than a month ago wishing she would pack her shit and move to Texas. And weren't you trying to impregnate me? Yes. You are such a liar. What kind of world do you live in? You are a dillusional piece of shit. You're nothing. Worthless. Whore. By the way I am quite secure with my sexuality. But obviously you are not hence you feel the need to fuck men. I value intimacy. Get it? No, you don't. You impregnate a dumb, ugly runaway...you fuck any girl with a pussy and any guy with a dick. You're pathetic, truly. You keep saying you hate being alive, so why don't you do this world a favor and go shoot up some heroin...please. Spare us from the devil. You take innocents and break them. You're filthy, dirty human being. I hate you more than you could possibly ever imagine. Go and pretend you are this great charismatic... good looking snake... because people are stupid. Nobody sees through your pathetic tricks. Liar. Faggot. Sick mutilated bastard. Thanks for the poem. By the way my social life is just peachy... and yes, I had lunch with the President of Virging Records...Ray Lott... yeah Psycho like me. Faggot. Oh yeah..and I have a job in the music industry. Stupid Faggot. Don't ever call me. Ever. You hear that. Ciao lover. Editor's note: How you sleep at night only god must know. Your word's polish off your delusions nicely. i see you with binoculars and binaca going through that star's trailor in your own mind, but alas, nobody's home. The sad thing is i almost feel sorry for you, but not quite. Also; please refrain from calling me your lover. That is an impossible assumption and giving credit where none is do.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 21-Feb-03/12:11 AM
"Why talk of a friendly hand! My great advantage is that i can laugh at old lying loves and put to shame those deceitful couples,--I saw the hell of wommen back there;-- and I shall be free to possess truth in one soul and body."

April-August 1873

Arthur Rimbaud aka. horus8.

And god spoke life into things that he had gethered together from what he had around him, and with the poetry of his words he made a man, and from the poetic dance of the bent bone from adam's chest came Eve.
her poetry was stolen and not magic, but the words of beasts.

horus8 Feb 2003 in the form of a sea nile russian witch.

I want to say that you make sense.
But i can only dwell upon the fact that "thank god i never slept with you." imagine that, what a relief

User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.".

Their comment was:

Yes, farewell. You got on top but you didn't get in. Haha. Satan can't come in. Ciao. Go fuck Joel
now maybe he'll throw another $9k in your face. And maybe Nadine wouldn't have to work at Boston Market.
Yes, she would she doesn't even have a high school diploma. But hey she could hand tissue at any club
in LA. I hear that pays minimum wage.

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User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.".

Their comment was:

I am sure I'd be the last person...that's why you kept coming back to me. You talk shit and you come
back. Yes, physical attraction does wonders. I know she is from LA. She told me the first time we
spoke. YOu said Texas. Yes, you said I wish she would pack her shit and just take off somewhere far
like Texas (you said that) Yes you did. But you are a liar, so whatever. Do you really think I give a
fuck that you want to marry an ugly, un educated bitch? That's your choice. Haha. Sorry. Could've had
Michelle. And look at what you ended up with....hahaha. Seriously, go do some drugs...and od..please.
You are without a soul, or capacity to care for anyone but yourself. Bitch. See you in the grave.

It's hard to imagine that a college education has gotten you this far. Children in trailer parks around the world atleast have that as hope




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