I see again that you've taken to the almighty clicker brigade to make sure of my downfall. It's silly to know that an old fool such as you has the time to still scratch at old itches. I have noticed though, that you' ve put in a couple ones. cute. Oh rockmage, your face as crinkled as the pages that chronicle your life. Still tinkering with rocks, eh ole boy? Rough fingers and rough mind search for verse you can't find, time has left you and your poems behind; only rocks now bow to your constant grind. Then and again you feel the urge to do battle, rounding up the clicker brigade like cattle, screamin & cryin to postpone your final death rattle- to no avail my friend you shall fail. I'm sorry to say you shan't hear me wail, you'll only hear the ridicule I heap 'pon you for bitter memories you can keep till you finally lay down to sleep. Sleep tight fool, and may the clicker brigade never faulter in the war waged in vengeance simply to appease the emotions of dusty ole rockmage. Oh, and on a lighter note: congratulate me on attaining my GED!! PS: Fuck your couch nigga!!