Except for a couple of light redundancies, I liked the message but got tangled in the flow. Maybe I should've had my coffee first.

Kriannah's one fierce bitch. She can put it down, flip it and reverse it.

I'm amazed at how little blue boy obtained his little blue license to operate his little blue wagon.

Nadine for Girls Aloud, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh shit, need tissues. Good work old boy/girl. 9.

Amusing, yes, amusing.

*is speechless*

I'm a little black boy, I live in an utterly black world. I drive a black wagon, and have a huge black cock. I play in a wheel chair, but I must be careful not to shit in my sock and accidentilly beat myself to death with it.

I was wearing the same outfit during my visit to Buenaventura.F

A lot of beautiful imagery here.

kill yourself, do it twice

Not yet, but when I do? I won't be because of you.

An a boring pouring at that. 6.

Some actions and words can leave you *spechless* Scent isnt it so true like gingerbread,morning coffe- dawn lingering in the air of course can be very INVIGORATING in an open market say medellin. and compared to a stroll in buenos aires at the same hour..thank's for the visual of the web & the fly. and to relive a few moments of my own.Keep leaving me bread crumb's straight to you'r poems. CHEERS to your holidays.

WHY be blue this is good.Neon lighting by nature a 10

Honestly, this one was pleasant, but rather dull. 7.

you get a 9. for the elegance as oposed to hobos in 8t's hood. The contrast is finese, style and grace. It's 2 a.m. and I'm of to dream with that vision in your poem thank you.A promice we all forget about at times.

I saw and felt all this when my g-baby Shadow blue was born one snowy november 99 in Flagstaff Az. Vision a gift to morph within the universe...I was walking with that lil papoose she is part navajo a week old, letting the soft snowflakes fall on her raven black hair..her little body warmed my hands. Thanks for taking me back to a wintry moment in Flagstaff. Happy holidays. a 10

I love the way you say this poeme took five minutes to write before you even reached the end. As an end line I suggest this poem should be: 'it only took me 6 minutes to write, 6.02 now, damn 6.10.... ..... ..... .....

I've never seen snow (I've only lived in SF and Puerto Rico in my short life.) This poem makes me want to move to Utah and pee in the snow.

Average. Not nearly random or insane enough.