I spend time being original with my poetry.. my voting line? can grow old and dusty, I couldn't give a shit.

Plus anyway, I make other interesting "original" and creative comments all over the place. Haven't you heard? I'm the commentary clown with ONE overused "blessed with blur blah" line, with a thousand personalities spinning through the keyboard at the same time?

Or perhaps you don't know about my other escapades.. but whatever.

Blarb gluu glaa glaa? Bless you.

When I'm giving a score, don't read the comment then? And what meek and mild "furry" animals are you talking about? DO I LOOK LIKE A PINKBUNNYRABBIT??? NO.

I'm a fucking heretic disguised as a priest, and I'm leading the furry meek folks into oblivion. Ok? So stop fucking with my master plans and scram?

And no, I cannot hear confession for random cruel acts against animals- so do not bother me with such hogwash spewed from your ill-shapen hairy lips.

I know.. relax, progress is slow, the only other idea i had was to talk about his rotting corpse? and the test results just really stank. ;/

One day you shall have your pure & classic haiku, I just haven't come up with any good ideas for natural imagery. :[

plus, really now, a lot of the ideas I get are very very unoriginal, and never shall i go down that road willingly or unwillingly.

first one was the first topic idea I had..

And confessions? well, he doesn't really need to confess does he? Everyone can smell it. Thanks for helping though, its appreciated.

sliver- I appreciate the suggestion, but that really doesn't suit the haiku unless its beef we're talkin bout, in which case it would be modified to: My Freezer Died - Cowberg Met Mr. Sunshine

flatulent zombie III? so whats I and II?

Risen dung? its a rotting corpse, not rotting crap.

Astro-turd? dead martians from mars? "man"!

The brown awakening.. hrmm.. not exactly what im looking for

Soiled Ambulations (damn, never came across that word when searching mr thesaurus!! but no)

The Thomas Brown Affair sounds fabulouse though. Thank you.

That must mean you fucking love it!
EVERYONE LOVES IT! But just can't bring themselves to show it.

Oki doki, thanks for the comment, toodles.

The inventing went like this:

ok add huge macho pissing contest + meth induced delusions of grandeur + that asshole who waved a bat at my front door + "lets fuck his girl too since thats just one hell of a way to beat your enemy into the dirt" + rum for relaxation then more vapor

And yes, all of this has been fabricated within about 2-3 minutes during a notepad session- including thirty seconds of fiddling with the result and a spellcheck.

The reason? well shit, I only woke up four minutes before writing that.. and I've been having wierd morning spouts of "let the pen do its anarchical dirty work"

sdreamer@weirdmotherfucker.com (yes, its real)

Thanks- I just started reading your work, and wish I would have come across it earlier, your not one of those rankers that stand out much eh?

Colors are upto a dreamers suggestion. I can remember few good times- but I can remember a million beatific moments scattered amongst the boil of the black sea.

Its what you choose to see, the ebony- or the beauty. You can be sailing, or you could be flying above it all- just remember: you can't fall or sink unless you believe its possible. (Call it extreme denial? or changing reality, but whats reality but a dream we've accepted?)