horus815 Jun 2003

Shat, shate, and shating make reading any poor poets poem worth it, but the rest of your work here is shat, and particularly general and unimaginative. Perhaps if you would have fucked Dina with a dwarf's gnarled caloused fist holding a square bowling ball? Or turned the spider into Carl Jung's left testicle carrying a rose in it's teeth, maybe if you added the noise of an airplane flying overhead, or a loudspeaker ending a factory's break, I might of felt more connected?