I don't get all immature and dot the voter-sphere with 0's as a method of retaliation.

Only Darkie gets the occasional single senseless zero from me when I can't contain the loathing, but he's my lifelong nemesis, and theres no room for another.

In case my last comment was mistaken for sarcasm, it was sincere.

Like how a murderous nut nurtures his dying victim while simultaneously cradling his knife in a cancerous and ignoble fashion? Yeah.. that sounds motherly.. if it's my mother and not him.

Cursed pirates and sea-clowns have struck again!

Have you ever considered simplifying & compacting all this into something concrete and comprehensible instead of something vague and riddled? I think you've owned me. I am forever shamed. Damn you woman.

Nowhere in the piece does it say "women are whores". It does specifically mention WHORES as in those who sell their bodies, and it didn't sound too edgy calling them prostitutes to me.

-shrug-

I'm not without wit, drugs are simply a casual presence in my life- should I start pretending that I'm a sober drug free citizen or what? Its not as if the entire poem was about cannabis for godsakes. Would you even give a shit if for instance my substance(s) of choice were only alcohol and tobacco? Hell, atleast I'm not Coleridge puffin opium and writing about Xanandu and a thousand other opium visions, or a drunken Dylan Thomas wieldin a pen while he attempts to correct his vision blurs. Don't forget the English Gentleman who adored his dose of heroin. (curses, I can't remember his name...)

I'm tired of people acting as if each and everyone of my poems are just about drugs and doped up ranting.. yes, I have those too, but they don't constitute my entire collection of written work. But they seem to be the only things that people remember, since those pieces are quite bizzare.. can't a guy have a little fun with the pen? Honestly.

Perhaps you would like a prescription for my naughty 'n looney dope filled cocktail? It helps loosen stool and promotes healthy bowel movement, it also causes one to expel excess gas with ease!

My pen is but a slave at times to my mood, so forgive me. Flesh and beauty fading into subtlety is inenvitable; we grow old, become unsightly- with enough age, most won't notice me, you, your children, etc.. then comes death. That is what life leads to into order to end; beauty is in the eye of the beholder- like my father used to say:

"All these wrinkles, my young & foolish son, are marks of strong character and amazing handsomeness."

heh.. And besides, I've always believed that poetry incorporates everything; good, bad, beautiful, ugly, happy, depressing, controversal, etc, etc, No?

And I wouldn't say my piece is anti-life.. it inspired you to think of good things around us no? Plus some folks would consider a perpetual striptease to be the ultimate heaven. :) Everything has more than just one face.

Well, you've certainly shown a lack of creativity. :)

Heres a suggestion: instead of calling me a penis like an idiot, why don't you make use of that wonderful title "Life is a basket of penises" and do a kick-ass parody of my piece? Eh? That would be more effective and amusing than peurile insults.

Well, let me clear up your drug confusion:

Coke is snorted, and a rail is a long line of coke usually snorted with a straw or a dollar bill. (did that help?)

Ah.. Aladdin.. yes, I know exactly what your saying- Its gone and being reworked. (think adding a parrot would be going too far?)

well, andante, winter, or "slow-season" (yeah, im still experimenting with webster'n friends.)

Everyone has their prefered tools,
but the voodoo rituals are a bit over the top
anything before that is upto a poets mental funpark grinder.

I prefer the airforce JUMBO wrench personally.

That means the medication WORKS!! And keep eating your fish for breakfast.

Seeing the light can do lots of things to a man.

Like they say "your only stuck where you are if you think you've been beat down deep in place"

He also wrote erotic stories, in french though. (maybe hes to blame for my poetic quirks? too many options to count.. heh)

Don't worry bout the spelling, really, your talking to the shit-head that mispelled "harlot" among other things. lol.

Won't be long before you'll see what they look like processed in the dream lab. (Might even break it into seperate poems and see what that gets me)

Thanks man,
and if you wouldn't mind could you gimme your take on Waitin to inhale?

Well I wasn't being cryptic, but if it was of any help, then it did what it was meant to do.

Like a stabbing pen & the poison pencil? :]

I've read just about all of horus'rants (and i traveled the moon after bouncing off pluto- a damn fun ride indeed)

Actually I've been reading up on alot of the rankers here, plus the old comments? Are fucking hilarious.