ATTENTION:
I'm all about the poetry, not the lady parts
Don't hate 'cause I collaborate.
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19|Iowa|Gay|Signle|Contemporary|Slam|Writer's Bloc
I'm inspiration's dead, like Ann Coulter's vagina.
I'm all about the poetry, not the lady parts
Don't hate 'cause I collaborate.
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19|Iowa|Gay|Signle|Contemporary|Slam|Writer's Bloc
I'm inspiration's dead, like Ann Coulter's vagina.
- Member since February 5, 2006.
- I'm a hidden phosphate poet for 4,755 comments.
- I am a 19 year old guy from Iowa (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm defining myself.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/wheres_your_space



















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(47)- I am in the groups The Inner Circle
- I have 4,755 comments, 43 contests, 1 addline, 20 columns, 30 poems
My Poetry
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50 lines, 17 comments, May 26, 2009. In Contemporary
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22 lines, 13 comments, April 17, 2009. In Contemporary
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40 lines, 13 comments, December 25, 2008. In Comtemporary
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37 lines, 10 comments, August 24, 2008. In Contemporary
My other items
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- Column: project poetry season one [finale] at allpoetry
- Column: project poetry season one [sixth round] at allpoetry
- Column: project poetry season one [fifth round eliminations] at allpoetry
Guest Book
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the sepia vitamin on May 28, 2009*giggles* I thought you might, despite the rhyme.
it's my not-so-subtle way of telling you that I want you to write more often because I miss you, and you haven't lost it. ♥ -
the sepia vitamin on May 28, 2009a piece a week
improves blackday's physique
hahaha.
♥ je t'aiiiiiiiime. -
xcutiepie16 on May 22, 2009hey whats up??
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the sepia vitamin on April 17, 2009i haven't lay down on your page
for a little while now
that lawn chair in the corner
is too dust-covered to sleep on
& there hasn't been enough wind
for spiders not to nest here
but still some days
the sun peeks in
through cracks in overgrown cedars
& waits
