regarding some deleted poem...	30-Apr-03/12:21 AM
change all of your "I'ms" to 'you're' and you'll be onto something. Jesus.
regarding some deleted poem...	30-Apr-03/12:24 AM
Oh, and chocked should be choked lest you want to further embaress you and your sorority sisters with more ghastly ebonical laqueeshanisms.
regarding some deleted poem...	30-Apr-03/12:30 AM
If you think freedom roams the streets of New York, you are peering out of a closeted crack with a 'sliver' of light. The only thing free roaming the stretts of NY are "CHUDS at the mall". Thankyou and show more'''''sssss to secure the posessional inherences of your nouns for instance "freedom's rights." coward's blee bler blig... and so on.
regarding some deleted poem...	1-May-03/4:30 PM
Well, I disagree with the others. I feel it dragged on about eleven sentences too many.
regarding some deleted poem...	1-May-03/4:41 PM
Lap snorkeling is illegal to migrating fruit pickers i'll have you know.
regarding some deleted poem...	1-May-03/4:44 PM
Yes, that and stupidity.
regarding some deleted poem...	5-May-03/8:28 PM
I would also venture to say that a lot of 'people' don't make sense around you on a daily basis. Probably about 90%, but don't worry, I'm sure they were just trying to sound smart, or maybe, trying to talk and or grunt, paw the ground, drag caveman knuckles?. You know. Form sentences in a manner as to compel the formation of sounds from your brain to your mouth. I know that it sounds terribly daring, but you are after all, brave enough to call yourself thee 'dead poet' And your poetry by the way, as you so eloquently put it, was not being "hated on" by me, young man, because when I hate on poetry? The fucking ground shakes you stupid little fucking moron. In fact if I wanted to. Just with the information that you have presented us with here. I could make you fucking despise me like no other motherfucker you've ever encountered. Because hate my little buddy is the wrong word. To be a poet hate is now dropped as a word. it is absorbed and manufactured as a way of life, with love, dance, music, lust, greed, loneliness, jealousy. You must be precisely everywhere never. Spontaneously procrastinatory always, horrifically loving on Tuesdays, brilliantly stupid once a year. You have to know how to projectile vomit, not sleep for weeks if not years. burn bridges with the power of your mind, and use bunny rabbits and puppies for dental floss while owning a very well respected children's animal petting farm. Yes, my friend, the life of a poet. I wouldn't change it for the world, even if the world could stop changing me. I think what you meant to say was probably dissing, or clowning, chiding, picking on, raking, belittling, or even perhaps the dreaded slammin' on your poetry. Anyway, to reassure you of just how far away you are from being a poet. Hence why you chose the name 'dead poet' psychologically that's mighty revealing my friend. You are so fucking afraid to let go of what you think you are or have you could never be a 'living poet' so you brick yourself in before you start. Meaning, dead poets don't write, they're dead. Before you die my friend you would be a fool not to live, or not. I just think that it is really fucking sad to see a person in your position (yes I know) that posture being a afraid to learn know it all dick head loud mouth trying to cover up their weaknesses instead of working with people, that do care about you, and that do know much more about generally everything, on improving why you are so resentful and quick to assume people think they are smarter then you or better at things. For instance, I know there are way better poets, doctors, engineers, janitors, bums out there right now smarter then me, richer, happier, who fucking knows! any thing and every thing, should that make me not care, care more, worry? hate myself? love myself? what? Blame the moon, beef jerky, Jesus. Please. Get ahold of yourself man. Don't be silly. Open your ears and shut your mouth. You'll go farther faster with better results then the mouth full of chirping nonsense and a petmonkey that can't stop jerking off and throwing shit you're equipped with now. Now, poetry, yours, I do not hate it, hardly. I do feel that it can be drastically improved and that there's a glimmer of hope somewhere. We have all been there, maybe not as bad as this, but in the vicinity. Okay three big things, out of a hundred things wrong, because the other 97 are always going to be there, even the best of the best have the unshakable 97 blues, but three things to get back on point. 1)It contradicts itself to death, even to much for poetry, and that's a lot. 2)It asks some embaressingly stupid and pointless questions to nothing in particular. 3)Leaves the reader with the feeling of "well atleast he's dead and well... Dead, and that my friend is not good when you should be angling for empathy and love, or confusing destruction, but commit to something. In a nutshell it's like you were 'trying to sound smart' and you failed miserably and with absoloutely, may i had, no grace. At least if you want to suck. Suck with grace, or don't go through the motions, because if you do, every poet will laugh, and every moron will be like "hey man, sweet poem dude" and what that means is "what is this asshole trying to sound smart or something" Therefore, you can either ask for help, and improve, or stay dead. Now, that said. Wanna fuck? lol.
regarding some deleted poem...	7-May-03/8:10 PM
Burning dry thoughts. The nerve of those bastards.
regarding some deleted poem...	7-May-03/8:14 PM
Jaguaralicious, but some how missing its camoflauge.
Re: Pushed Too Far by DeadtotheWorld	7-May-03/8:21 PM
Did the door hit your head when it opened? lying there on that double negative?
Re: Search Engine by OneFingerAnswer	14-May-03/12:55 AM
unfinished, but great. Suprise, bet you thought i'd never say that?.
Re: To dust by casey	14-May-03/1:25 AM
Yes. God is the Devil. oops, can you dig that?
regarding some deleted poem...	14-May-03/5:18 AM
Better then settle on moby's dick that's for sure.
regarding some deleted poem...	14-May-03/5:31 AM
What about trevor needles oiled and muzzled for the weekend. A buggering from the sweet lord. Boys are for Lords not monster trucks. Needles are for hepatitis love therapy and immune system tests, any how. Now rigs, are for the real travoltas.
Re: Continuation by baughworm	14-May-03/5:43 AM
Jesus, you are on junky patrol. Well i'm with you. Line those weak chisel chins up for inspection. Let's cop a feel.
regarding some deleted poem...	19-May-03/7:09 PM
Mawkish.
Re: on missing the bus by Bill Z Bub	19-May-03/8:04 PM
A requisition immaculate.
regarding some deleted poem...	19-May-03/8:06 PM
I thought secret was a woman's roll on antiperspirent?
regarding some deleted poem...	19-May-03/8:08 PM
Sounds like you're on it. Both.
Re: Silent Hunger by kassanna	27-May-03/12:46 PM
Ha! Unless she's a fat cow dike with a glass eye.