A masterpiece of poo poetry. let it drip. 10.

hrmm.. interesting ideas, now: place, point, to whom and *drumroll* women problems again or what? though, it held my attention atleast, but didnt do much to feed my universe. Blessed with 7.

4 darks - 5 shadows... etc.. goddamn, this is a pimple man, the repetition amazing - sizzled me into a micro dust particle within seconds. why dont you give it a new title? such as: jiggsaw puzzle. blessed with 4.

(TEAR)hit home,SOB 6?><ouy

app. great title, i loved the way it shot out. 10>?<:?:LK:"?>?"

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I remember this one. I like it much, this pain. Well, of a sort. You represent it well. Though "come to sleep" seems disjoint with the sweaty, slick passion ("come to bed" seems like it would fit the two views/times better, but perhaps that's just my own reality).

hmmm, seems a bit dry. The laughing at funerals part has potential, but yeah...it's a bit dry. Like toast without butter.

You see, a backspace is eternally depressed, Submerged deep in the sanguine depths, Of illiterate logic, A child's voice is heard nonetheless. --nice, very nice. Actually Dave, your humor has, in the past, inspired me to not take things so seriously. Good stuff.

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uuughhh!!! with the typo's - of course that's what I meant...

maybe it is one of the few large group rituals our culture has intact? I know what you mean by "equally golden brass", but it is a contradiction. Did you mean to misspell ridiculous because of Nazi red? Good, but a bit preachy, is it not?

righteous

why "come to sleep" instead of "come to bed"? I am sure that you have a good reason. I like the title.

Retaliating huh? I respectfully disagree with your "hate the use, not the power" line. You must be feeling optimistic today, with your assumption that what America "could" be will be the future.

nice and enjoyable, but you couldn't help but throw in a little wit, anyhow.

What an interesting poem. Did you know that Jesus was actually a spider?

shorter and fiddled a bit more.

Yippy a cruise with friends! Sounds like a midwest dream come true! And to recall it with poetry is simply splendid! God, Why Bukowski never picked it as a subject to be poetic about troubles me? hmmmm? Perhaps because it's nauseatingly boring and useless to the rest of the world, and once again nobody could give a fuck but you?Do you give a fuck?You guys should start the AIDS cruiseline for children and you and your pathetic clique of self absorbed dipshits could teach them how to properly sip their get away cocktails and visit different tourist exploited paradises until you all had golden tans and excellent storys to recant back at the office when it was all over.

WOW!!! 25.33