my soccer coach would always tell me "go for the goal" so i listened, sliped on some poo' and broke my collar bone. In which ended my peewee career. He also said "think of the goal, not poetry" so i think you should play soccer. your mind is some where else. 3

[Brandon, could you please come up for dinner, NOW!, thank you] Sorry Liver, I used your shit paper to summon my brother, but I really have no other comment. It's dull.

sliver, go with the flow. trust me.. its not as bad as it seems.. ;)

Hmmm, I hope to die before that day greets me with it's heady warmth. Sorry mageman, I can see myself with those grey pubes, but I can't. ya know?

wow i guess i missed the special on the "nigh bears" oh well. $?><kpoi4

I like your haiku/senryu, you do a very nice job of conveying a single, not necessarily simple, thought in them. People think that's easy. Spewing the first thing that comes into your head and bleeding bile and blood all over a page - THATS easy. Sorry, I was spewing. Done now.

I hope you're both ass raped by a pack of wild bums http://www.rotten.com/library/culture/bumfights/

Reminds me of the turing test (which is very topical) Have you poked around at the transcripts from the turing tests? Fun - they come so close, then this happens: bot: "I like to chat with my friends, what do you like to do?" me: "martial arts" bot: "ouch, that hurts, don't press the keys so hard!" me: "cute - thats actually a clever response" bot: "Now the real truth comes out. Go on" [splat] Thats an actual transcript. http://www.surrey.ac.uk/dwrc/loebner/

sweet you rule sliver keep it up fuck these hating ass tricksteronies.

Is it because my nuts aren't sexy anymore? http://poetry.rotten.com/stillfried/

Your rhyme detracts from the message of the poem. There doesn't seem to be a clear introduction, it seems you started midstride, so it kind of throws the reader off a bit. As well, aside from the rhyme, it doesn't draw me in at all. It just seems you sacrificed the content entirely for the sake of rhyme.

Can Jesus fix this? http://poetry.rotten.com/nobody-saw-him/ Because, I have a book that'll do this to your next camping trip! BLACKMAGIC in your scrotum. So keep talkin shit.

Can I eat your pussy? http://poetry.rotten.com/blonde/0003/

Shit, you couldn't think of a good poem neither.

I often rape the elderly.

http://poetry.rotten.com/john-fu/ Thinking of you John.

http://poetry.rotten.com/mother-of-all-sandcastles/ Sometimes I enjoy long walks and sculpting. I'm an artist.

http://poetry.rotten.com/five-foot-long/ Evacuate this you dirty lame bastard.

A nice try! http://poetry.rotten.com/cannibalisme/ but no.