Retard is good. Even retards understand that one. Listen up, hywel, in case you don't understand this site. Most people on this site who insult others with zeros and monologues on how dim their poems are use many pseudonyms. For all I know, you are zodiac using a friend’s computer and a different handle. So, as for never meeting you, how would I know? You would know me because I am Dan garcia-Black. If hywel is your real name then you are right. I've never met you. However, you responded to a comment that named specific people on this site. It leads my retarded brain to think you are hiding behind that hywel persona. If I'm wrong, it's because this site makes one mistrust words. Since words are the building material of our poems, the people I named in my comment are doing a disservice to the entire point of this type of site.

I am always let down when someone who I will never meet insults me. I just wish they would show their face. But they know nothing of the mean streets of hollywood. I am a humble shoe shiner making it in the states, not in some towel haired nation. Those educated and intelligent people, they are the real dims. Retard.

Thanks for proving my point, coward.

No gentleman would fight a tramp so just put away your fists and go back to your favella. It is late and no one wants their shoes shining in the dark.

I also "feel" that nothing you ever say has any relevance or meaning.

Yeah, okay, you were running in your dream. If only I'd known.

are you sure i wasnt the focus of the trojan war?

All right, I don't know what your problem is, but it doesn't take a genious to click on the link that says "View voting details."

As in a nightmare? If you're telling me you've never had a dream in which you were running, well then I'd say I have a hard time believing you.

They will say that Shardik, Zodiac and Robbins were well- schooled assholes hiding behind the electron stream known as the internet. Of course, it's easy to be brave when you hide behind pseudonyms and long distances. Give me the readings in Hollywood and Redondo, Venice, Santa Monica where Trannies, Dykes, Blacks, Whites (And the occasional straight poet) will get booed off stage because they suck. There is honesty. Honesty is transitory. By the next poet everyone will have forgotten the last poet's words. Reading in real time not hiding behind clever bullshit retorts. Any man out there care to meet me and have it out with an open reading or with fists and knives (no guns, it makes for short discussion)? Of course not! Coward's on the internet use a Roget’s to fight for them. I'm glad that Zodiac is hiding in the Middle East. Maybe he'll eventually marry a towel head and direct his bullshit into a marriage where it belongs. Losers outsource themselves because the can't make it in the States. Those who can't, teach or go to the middle east. Thanks for the chance to say hi to everyone on your poem, Dovina.

Sorry to have poured hope into your day. It’s the danger of writing though, the difficulty of completely removing every trace on the day before we die, overlooking something, or getting the timing wrong. God, what will they really say!?

It’s a pipe dream, kinda like heaven. But who knows, maybe they’ll find the good stuff and not the crap. I’d have used a nicer word, but Horus says I’m bland. He can be so sweet sometimes.

U R SO Gay.