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Cut and Paste Letters and Longer Nonsense.

"I can't tell if this is a satire or a commercial.

If it's a commercial, you should caps more, like BILLY MAYS.

I just fell off a cliff on my game reading this poem and commenting.  I think that should be the intention of all poems.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaait."

"Did I just call myself fat?

Your words are like soulmates.  A whole bunch of them, all together.  Mormon soulmates.  Or maybe like shoes in a woman's closet."

"I like how... quiet this poem is.  Just a quiet tingling in the distance, like the sound from a nice, high-quality public restroom before you open the door.  I dunno what that sounds like, just hypothesizin'."

"You know, when you're out of ways to say the same things over and over again in English, you learn some cryptic ancient language, and lord it over everyone else's head."

"The artists in your poems can have hemorrhoids;  MY artists have arthritis.  They might also have lung cancer, syphilis, kidney stones, and a bed-wetting problem, but that's for another poem entirely."

"But aren't some of your poems well-thought out puns about Serial Killers eating breakfast after an especially maniacal spree?  And the milk being spoiled, like their hearts?"

"I love eating breakfast at non-breakfast times and breakfast times and time traveling.

I haven't even read the poem.  That title was just that good."

-- Nephlim

"Dearest "

"As you know, I have a finely-tuned poetic pitchfork when it comes to the darker, yet still balanced, non-emobleed compositions here on AP, so it was assumed that I would have trouble commenting on your work."

"This is a wondrous glimpse into your thoughts and a deeply written piece, for all intents and purposes.  I would be remiss to neglect from commenting on it, as it is clearly worth taking a peek at... from many perspectives."

"See... you had me feeling all riled up 'n giddy for a second there... I was all "she gunna die!" and "DESTROY!" while I read this WILDLY misleading, quasi-factual writeup (minus the spunky linens) and seriously, seriously wished for your instant evaporation from this realm...

But then I saw your Author's Note."

"I accept your unconditional surrender.

Again."

"Tell El Presidente that Deimos Darklight; First of His Glorious Name
says he is an online scum merchant who has our undying love and affection... add that his Most Kevinst of Kevins should also note that this particular Sanctified King and Emperor regrets nothing.

Not a bloody thing."

"END COMMUNICATION."

"(ecce signum) Darklight R ∴ I

Sacri Rex et Imperator
Canadianae Darklight Primus"

-- Overlord Darklight

"Impossible. Adamaster simply doesn't have the faculties to be Odie, he's British remember, part of a nation of terminally diseased and mindless, genocidal maniacs. However, it is commonly known that Odie could be Adamaster, who in fact and on most occasions presents himself to be far more ludicrous and unbelievable than Odie ever could. While I agree that to say either of them function on any normal plain of human behavior would be laughable, it is a long standing fact that Odie does far better a job at pretending to exist. That is the only compliment I can give to this greasy, unkempt, completely insane Canadian that you have struggled to converse with here."

"I wrote something like this in the early years. As a young girl, it was hard for me to conform to what was generally expected. I didn't like mini skirts and enjoyed the occasional cutting of my wrists. Not too deep mind, just enough to garner the attention of friends with a very low general intelligence. "

"I find it hard to believe that your body retains so much of it's waste while you insist on continuing to smear it across my screen. "

-- Afe-la

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