sometimes this computer is your love while you sit in front of it all day long and type type type. what the fuck do you do? how many twinkies are in a day? and diet coke and mastubatory fantasies come to life in the pixels in your eyes? how do you do anything but type? i come here today because a friend tells me to go, there are some jokers on this site and the way the spell and repeat themselves is funny. and pay attention... like, every time that jason delph guy shows up, other people do to... and then that nicole chick just like... paraphrases his poetry over and over... like that conversation poem he wrote... then she wrote something like... taling... or... chit chat. it was chit chat. and she said (my friend) they all get moody and bitchy and this one girl goes on there under all these different names and riles shit up... i think she must be in high school or something... but she talks about bars... so, maybe she just ACTS like she's in high school... i don't know. but my friend, she says 'you should go see. maybe post some stuff. i bet they would like the way you write... you're their speed. and now i look here and think 'damn, bitch, what the hell were you trying to say about ME?'. and it hit me while looking and reading a few here... that sometimes a computer is your love. sometimes you don't have anything else. chunky girls and young divorcees and saplings trying to fabricate the romance they so longinly miss. anyway, my friend was right. i enjoyed this. it's like jerry springer. a car wreck. saved by the bell. it's like... well, just read. i don't want to insult anyone's talent, cause that's an asshole thing to do. write because it frees you. but hey, if you're doing nothing more than freeing an asshole, all the poetry in the world ain't gonna change that. hope you all hate me accordingly. and bitch, what you mean i would fit in here?
Reason for writing:
to my dear poetess who knew i would write something asinine when i came here, and who said to me... they won't believe that name is real. well, it is, and try grades 1 through 6 with it, jerky.
Birth sign: Taurus
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