You shall suffer horribly if you do not join...if you do then the rewards will be many and great.

Alisa: I offered him first as he's stated and also: you stink.

Your clumsiness does not lend itself to being a henchman. If you join then you will learn the ways of being a superstar and eventually build up your own following.

I offered you an oppurtunity...you have struck down my offer with insulting words. You have dug your own grave...prepaaaaaaaare.

Yet again you fail, do you not realize that all your attacks will fail due to my psychic powers?

Your new found obsession with my poop is disturbing and provides fodder to my war against Alisa and her primitive minions.

hello magister ludi

do you ever read The Filth

toch.

Your extended obsession with my "poop" does not entitle you to an automatic point...hurling it towards Alisa on the other hand would indeed merit a point.

Good night then, get your well deserved sleep...I shall nonetheless stay awake...be it 4 am EST I shall not let down my guard.

The days and nights felt like years whilst you were away... with dry lips and a throat of sandpaper, I found what strength I had left to rise from the crumpled fetal position in which my body laid upon the roof top as the soft digital hums sang the arrival of yet another imprint to be burned into memory...
hehe

Knecht... Baby... Your entry... Very well done... That was soooo intense... As I read your words out loud, I could feel every muscle in m'shoulders and arms and hell.. every where else tighten...Yet again, you leave me Breathless... You seem to have a habit of doing this to your readers...

Darkened eyes
Fire burning youthful veins
Tasteless void

I believe my 'mindfulness' has a tendency to frighten those I come in contact with... They seem to think I'm complicated because of the way I covey things to them, even in a poetic sense... Either that or they just don't get it and say "huh?"... I don't want to go through life without knowing the beauty of art, the language in which we weave into an art and the communication between two individuals where no words are needed because they simply know... To be able to experience that with another human being would be just... oh man... ... but anyway, I could go on and on..

p.s. Yay! S'wonderful that your class is coming to an end... More RnR for you! I know your mind n'body are thankful... Just try not to get burned this time.. hehe

*edited to say that's a hooge reply

[Edited on Jun 25, 2003]

Agreed, as a brother. I will not sweep you aside in my quest for the world.

Ok...I see that wa connects Anata to the rest...and gaijin would be a foreigner? What's the rest of it though? (not including desu)

I must learn pronounciation as well...that will be my biggest trouble.

-points to all your comments- I'm not the only one that comes to read bebe

Internal retribution
Salt water contouring flesh
Crystallized silence

I loved the one you wrote about fire, that was awesome

and, i guess when it happens it happens... i really think i expect too much yanno?

tired me, tired me
sleep sweet you

detachable boobs for all your custom needs. we have firm, extra firm, and our newest model 'damn i can bounce a quarter off those' firm

one of the many perks of your journal is your shennanigans and on goings, but i still love the verse and the view

Overpowering through seduction
Liquid metal assaults the six
Quenching the addiction of desire

-sigh- Your vision of metal will be the conclusion of our 5ive, care to pick or next dance of verse?

welp i tried to make a page three -snaps fingers in dismay-
the man kept me down

[Edited on Jun 27, 2003]

will you be my friend?
i like reading your journal.
i want a shortcut.
i wanted to ask you first
so it wouldn't creep you out.

I too was lost as to what to recommend for the next, but then it came to me as I was walking to my car this morning. Within the heat of a Louisiana summer, a most welcomed cool breeze carried the crisp scent of fresh rain and another idea of verse, which happens to be yet another set of 4our. Spring, summer, fall, winter.

Lambent eyes close - breathless
Softness coiled under sheets of linen
Reflecting in the warmth of Spring

Oooo... we haven't done the senses either... touch, smell, taste, hear, sight. That could get interesting... hehe