DetailsThe poem, its numbers, and the conversation.

S.O.S.

Member since 2005 · Posted 26 Jul 2008 · 2 comments

Gasping for breath Shadows descending Warning bells No one cares. Alas, Left to struggle supporters few. Will there ever be help, survival, poemranker again? Only time will tell.

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[2] FreeFormFixation 29-Jul-08/2:12 AM Reply

is me actually commenting on this your first radio signal? sorry...

[n/a] Don-Quixote 29-Jul-08/5:31 PM Reply

Madam, the ranker has fallen off the golden path and into the dismal gutter. None of my friends speak, my mentor left long ago, and even my goddamn enemies are no longer here to keep me company. What is a savage ex-jester to do without his fuel, his purpose, his support or mean inspiration to keep on just for the sake of keepin on just to say that: Fuck you, I'm still here? As I said earlier, the mere act of not acting is more fatal than fist blows to the face and testicles.

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