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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-03/12:19 AM
Funnilly enough i am not mr. pig, and whether or not he finds this gratifying is entirely based upon the fact that he's in a wheel chair or an art student. Which only further supports my theory that psycopaths only believe what they want to believe. i never cared for you. you were remotely interesting in a self destructive sort of stink, but even the roses in one's garden get vague after repeated pruning.

Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:03 PM
Pop tart, you interrupted my dinner. Shame on you. Bent over. I erased the comments, for your sake. Faggot. So when are you gonna call me? That's right,
some random day at fucknig 2 o'clock in the morning. "I'm so sorry...I am a fucked up can't you see...can I come over" You're pathetic. Haha. I think I'll
change my cell just in case...haha. Fag. By the way getting on top of me took alot of effort... Getting over me please. Like I'm getting over you. I think I
am going to go puke now. I'm sick, sick to know that people like you exist...like I said go od on some heroin and do the world a favor. Thanks. Please
don't reply. Nobody gives a fuck. Besides Bachus, Shardik, Mr. Pig, Baba Yaga and Horus8.....hahaha...look at your fucking social skills yeah you and
your little friends. Sad bastard. Care for a tablespoon of Pinjur? NO, because you're a dumb fuck and don't know what it is. Ciao lover.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:14 PM
Next time you have the urge to call a complete stranger at 2:40 am in the morning, think again. You entered my sphere of existence.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:28 PM
don't be dramatic. you know i have strong feelings for you. can you be mature for like a millisecond? i said i need two weeks to think things over not
forever. (ha ha remember sending me this) or

i wanted to talk to you bad...blah..blah..blah...believe me i felt like an idiot. miss you. love, jbh yeah. hmmmm...or perhaps you recall

"I can't sleep when you're next to me, you get me so excited...you do something to me...I feel this pull" yeah. end of story. ciao gay lover
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 10:35 PM
I can only take so much talking to a retard of the highest degree--you. You are wackier than Wacko Jacko. Your never ending negative energy makes me
agitated, I need to go have a drink now. And tomorrow I'll be at work, so don't be trying to call me in the middle of the night. Got it lolipop? Good. Sleep
tight, my Moo Gai Pai lover.

If i could say i was sorry i would not. if their was a hell. then when we get there i'll be the cute one in the corner carving you out of used soap.




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