i post so often that i've been banned from the recent list. Well.. if that's the case maybe i should have my minions suicide bomb. sending their genetalia and flesh cascading through the sparkling humid air only to land punished with a soft red splat 'pon nentwined's fucking windshield.. sending him careening out of control and into dark angel's double wide trailor...there's a huge explosion as the water heater pops sky high along with the car's gas tank... dark angel.. still in his lazy boy (nude and oiled) is flung like a sweet jade flower into waldens pond.. there he ironically hitches a ride on p&k's tugboat over to zzinnia's house boat and every one plays go fish until horus8 parachutes in with a special fucking delivery...orange chicken with shrimp fried rice everyone pats one another on the back and there is a harmonious 'breaking of the wind' ahhhh? wait a minute...has anyone seen settle...yes replies vulcan and some other cad in the corner who looks like tarquin la bog, but sounds more like christoff he's gone over the river again to stuff dollars. i turn away....and hide my jealousy..as a tear falls unnoticed to the strawed floor he has left me for babbit's bed FOR THE LAST TIME! i put on my razor grin and a brazen face and prepare for "the predictable" another changing of the guards and here i am without my richa or leonore to hold my hand. my penis hits the bottom of my chin knocking my head off for the third time this week everyone laughs at me and i sob as only a whore can with both hands and a crooked wig i guess i should feel fortunate to be surrounded by such interesting people at all.. but i'm not...i can't be trusted.. i've pawned the t.v again.. forgive me...then put me in with the gimp.. i deserve it...and a good eleven inch dildo-ing too lest i grow to cocky and bite the hand that feeds me poemranker is an sanctuary for an gifted writers. or cunt you fucking tell...yeah you! YOU! THE WHINY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD with no more girlfriend and a suicide note...do it..you pussy...or shut the fuck up can't you see we're professionals and by far way to busy to offer a solution other than..well whattaya waiting for? you want me to show you how to tie your shoes too... well first..you gotta bend over...