at least it’s not bleeding from a samurai’s slice:

Kill Bill

Yeah, I suppose I should be thanking my lucky stars it’s not a snickersnee either.

Found this gem over at 3am.

Small Comments by Jonathan Penton

There
are
many
reasons
I don’t
write
love
poems.

Right now,
though,
I’d like
a
single
reason
to
write
one.

let me offer u some…

(1) Bcos it has been 15 years since u last received one.
(2) Bcos u have finally found your muse for one.

and finally,

(3) Bcos we all like simple harmonic motion which culminates to one huge resonance.

Joanna, assumptions (1) and (2) are both wrong.
I never had trouble finding muses.
But I do think that the plural of muse should be mise, because they sometimes turn into rats.

300 Love Letters. For die-hard romantics only. Still haven’t read one that I would like to have received. Maybe these things are only nice when they are meant for you.

actually i think the plural of muse is still muse. amused?

I don’t really think there’re a million poems, but….

agree with u

Hi Lexapro, are you a bot? You don’t behave like one. What are you agreeing with? That “love is like a pineapple?” or that there isn’t a million poems? Or is that just a smart thing to say at a forum?
Anyway, we’re all happy and well-adjusted and will not be needing Prozac or Viagra anytime soon. So thanks for visiting.

Oh you are a bot! Boo.
What do you know, I’m a bot too!
I wasn’t fooled at all. Oh no, not me. :-/

Well, just for agreeing with whatever I won’t delete your post. The last bot that was here got deleted in 5 seconds flat.

The plural of muse is muses, as in, “the nine muses.”

I remember sending that poem to 3am, but I don’t remember what I was thinking/feeling when I wrote it. This leads me to guess it was fiction, but I could be wrong. I think I wrote it in the fall of 2003, which would have meant I received my last love poem in July, 2003. I don’t normally use the modern definition of the word “muse,” but the whole point was that I didn’t have one. Again, could have been fictional. I don’t know what “we all like simple harmonic motion which culminates to one huge resonance” means, but I assume it has to do with fucking. I try not to talk about metaphysics when I’m fucking, unless I’m on MDMA, in which case you can’t shut me up. One could suggest this as a reason that I haven’t got love poems in 15 years, except I have.

I’m inclined never to Google my name again, but I did learn the word “snickersnee” here. I don’t like Gilbert and Sullivan.

By the way, I’m actually on lexapro. 10mg every morning. The first antidepressant that works for me, and I’ve tried more than a dozen.

Of course, I wasn’t here when you responded to that bot.

hilarious!