nope. sorry.

Never said better.

Great rant. I may disagree but appreciate your POV.

Could use some paring

You're getting better.

Ever heard the song "Shatterday" from Vendetta Red? Well, that's where I got the idea to write "Countdown." And yeah, obviously the numbers are there so it will rhyme...

good poem -9-

Extract from Jeremy Bentham's Last Will and Testament: My body I give to my dear friend Doctor Southwood Smith to be disposed of in a manner hereinafter mentioned, and I direct ... he will take my body under his charge and take the requisite and appropriate measures for the disposal and preservation of the several parts of my bodily frame in the manner expressed in the paper annexed to this my will and at the top of which I have written Auto Icon. The skeleton he will cause to be put together in such a manner as that the whole figure may be seated in a chair usually occupied by me when living, in the attitude in which I am sitting when engaged in thought in the course of time employed in writing. I direct that the body thus prepared shall be transferred to my executor. He will cause the skeleton to be clad in one of the suits of black occasionally worn by me. The body so clothed, together with the chair and the staff in the my later years bourne by me, he will take charge of and for containing the whole apparatus he will cause to be prepared an appropriate box or case and will cause to be engraved in conspicuous characters on a plate to be affixed thereon and also on the labels on the glass cases in which the preparations of the soft parts of my body shall be contained ... my name at length with the letters ob: followed by the day of my decease. If it should so happen that my personal friends and other disciples should be disposed to meet together on some day or days of the year for the purpose of commemorating the founder of the greatest happiness system of morals and legislation my executor will from time to time cause to be conveyed to the room in which they meet the said box or case with the contents therein to be stationed in such part of the room as to the assembled company shall seem meet . Queens Square Place, Westminster, Wednesday 30th May, 1832.

Life must seem incredibly big and exciting to you. Does it?

After reading this poem, I find it hard to believe you know how to speak correctly, to say nothing of writing correctly. Or else you've decided for some reason beyond my comprehension that written English follows entirely different rules from spoken English in terms of sense, syntax and whatnot - thusly indelibly marking yourself as the worst kind of dim.

I prefer Mr Blobby. And I think he is a cunt.

Yeah, but who got custody of the kids and the calves? I've never divorced a place but now I have an idea of how it might feel. -10- Don't listen to Z. He's an enigma trapped within a foil condom wrapper being nuked in a microwave oven and arcing all over the small cooking space. Let's just watch the fireworks through the window and shout, "Whoopee! Burn, Baby, burn!" Then we can flush him down the john and make some lowfat popcorn, cover it with melted butter and watch "Fried Green Tomatoes and Akira Kurasawa's "Dreams" back to back.

The best to you, Doug

well I have no comment on whatever you guys are talking about but it's a good poem (I think) but not as good my mine hahahha jk but check them out =]

Cheer up love. "Rogue of the gallows" made me giggle a bit. Otherwise, que tu es formidable. (How you are formidable).

that was good ..

I have crafted poems which have puzzled me in time, became paradoxes and riddles I had not intended. But rather than becoming “convinced of their insignificance . . . or . . . stigmatized by capricious alienation,” I have sometimes reveled in “subtle intricacies [that] emerge incognito from tense silence.” - maybe some of the things in verses 2 and 3. Verse 4 starts to turn this thing around, and verse 5 has the great line, “Thoughts stem from an undertow urge to be the victim.” But rather than nod to the value of the poem’s transformation as it merely sat there, the last verse maintains “a ghostly-grim humorist suffocated by pessimism.” The last three words are pivotal, and I’d like to see them change.

Sometimes it's less painful to think of a person who hates us and with whom we have to live as an illusion. It's not ideal, but useful. Try a : after "The only thing he found out"

"Is," he cried. "n't," I added. "Is" "n't" "Is" "n't" Are we just toying with shadows of illusions?

that was good