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The Gentle Troubadour 2009-09-30 . chapter 1
Oh I LOVE it! This poem is really, really cool in the classic badass was that Beat poets used to be before everyone went pussy.

Note to the reviewer below me: Who the hell names himself 'Hobo Orgy'?! Who would even want to go to one of those? You have ruined my sleep for a year, whoever you are.
Hobo Orgy 2009-08-28 . chapter 1
Havin a bone to pick with God gets you a dozen flavors of pain most cases, but I think even the good Lord Himself would find your style ennervatin enough to warrant a pass on punishment. Can't believe I missed you here, I visit this site like a bear visits the water hole. Thank a fella by the name of Rat Bastard for pointing my way.
Chaz Nasty 2009-07-31 . chapter 1
You have all the makings of the next poet laureate. Not even kidding a little bit this time. Damn this poem is good.
Lady Despair 2009-07-02 . chapter 1
This poem is one of my personal favorites. The best line is 'I'm full of holes like latticwork and fragile now like lace'... something about those words sends chills up my spine. It makes you seem so vulnerable as though the world is the illusion you're no longer apart of. This peom is like the last cry of a man who just barely rememberes the feel of humanity before dissapearing into the void. This is going to haunt me.
Thank you for these tidbits of your own dreams and despair...I shall savor them like an assortment of fine chocolates
Wrath of Cthulu 2009-06-17 . chapter 1
You have it all wrong, Fiddlesticks. In my fantasies God isn't a person wearing clothes...he's the clothes themselves. People strut around saying 'don't you like my clothes? Don't you think my God is fancy?' And all the while it's only the brilliant few who point out that they're naked.
der fiddlesticks 2009-06-02 . chapter 1
TELL IT! This one is so cool and offhanded that it makes it seem like it's really happening. I can see you leaning against a wall in some back alley, maybe waiting for your sister to get her latest abortion or something, talking to a man who calls himself God in a black raincoat and scuffed cowboy boots (for some reason God is always wearing cowboy boots in my fantasies). And he's trying to talk to you but you just finish your cigarette and nod politely and get back to your life.
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