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the urge to write is a delicate thing. i'm not feeling it these day. not poetry. i write a bit of prose but not much. the sites i usually visit aren't inspiring me. one site, couples argue a lot. a guy with mood swings goes around deleting his stuff and totally taking over others efforts. a couple of guys there have followed me around: witness the greek. what a fat ass. i hope he fades away. i have zip patience for male egos. a couple of the women share a great sense of humor. that's lots of fun.

most people, who think they write poetry don't. the art form is now so bastardized it's not worth a discussion.

and you, how does it feel to be rejected by the little bitch? what did you think? a guy in his late 50's has a chance with a married 30 year-old blond with huge tits? wow.

and you, you'd better talk soon or else stop following me around the office complex. i will call security and have you hauled off.

i'm feeling...like i owe you assholes nothing and you'd better start performing or get out of my face. give me quality moments or fuck off. 'kay.