function thread(threadid, title, postuserid, poster, threaddate, threadtime, message, replies)
	{
		this.threadid = threadid;
		this.title = title;
		this.postuserid = postuserid;
		this.poster = poster;
		this.threaddate = threaddate;
		this.threadtime = threadtime;
		this.message = message;
		this.replies = replies;
		
	}
	var threads = new Array(13);
	threads[0] = new thread(182588, 'My child.', '148043', 'Guitarman121319', '11-23-2009', '02:24 PM', 'It has been a while, but I think I will post some more poems.\r\n\r\nMy Child\r\n\r\nYou have fallen,\r\nAll the way down.\r\nYour sweet smile,\r\nFades to a frown.\r\n\r\nSweat from your brow,\r\nHits the floor.\r\nYour heart it aches\r\nAs I knock on the door.\r\n\r\nI see in your eyes\r\nPain in the thrid degree.\r\nYou see in my eyes,\r\nLove that\'s a mystery.\r\n\r\nYour fist unfolds \r\nI see you calmed down.\r\nBut I see your heart,\r\nIt still frowns. \r\n\r\nI see your pain,\r\nIt is worst than mild.\r\nI knock on the door.\r\nSaying come to me my child.', '0');
	threads[1] = new thread(182515, 'Bloodshot and Bedroom Eyes', '3567', '.torrin.', '11-20-2009', '03:57 PM', 'I haven\'t posted on here in a while.  I\'ve had writers\' block for a few years and I finally just forced myself to write something, even if it was terrible.  This is was I wrote, and I don\'t think it\'s that bad, but I respect the opinion of the writers here and hoped to get some feedback in an attempt to avoid another stretch of "The Block"  Thanks!\r\n\r\nMy Dear\r\n\r\nI am scheming tonight, to have a bad dream.\r\nIf I awake loud and rudely enough,\r\nMaybe I can elicit some form of affection.\r\nPerhaps even a kiss, to quiet the devils\r\nAnd send the bogeymen back to the closet\r\n\r\nIt is cold where we sleep, so the sweats will be quite\r\nAn accomplishment.  Perhaps another quilt \r\n(Or even two) will complete this deed.\r\n\r\nIf I defeat the urge to sleep until my eyelids\r\nBecome anvils, maybe I can even break a capillary.\r\nAfter all, bloodshot is the new bedroom, \r\nAs far as eyes are concerned. \r\n\r\nAs you lie there next to me, far beyond forty winks\r\nI can’t help but notice the rhythm of your breathing,\r\nAs if it is setting the music for your dancing eyes.\r\n\r\nIt’s half past witching, and I violently awake! \r\n“I’ve had a nightmare!” I cry, as I scream\r\nFor your rescue.  \r\n\r\n(Nothing)\r\n\r\nThe only returning sound \r\nIs that of the mocking echoes.\r\nAs you lay there motionless,\r\nMy vehement screams \r\nEmerged a spectral whisper\r\n\r\nYour closed eyes no longer dance\r\nYour musical breath, now caught tightly in your throat\r\nAnd for a moment, I see a lonesome tear.	\r\nFalling abandoned, as we are.\r\n\r\n\r\nYours Always,\r\n\r\nThe Thoughtful Dodger', '4');
	threads[2] = new thread(182482, 'a rough draft', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '11-19-2009', '11:05 PM', 'Sorry to do this! Please delete this!', '0');
	threads[3] = new thread(182444, 'Goodbye (RC)', '53695', 'Kato', '11-18-2009', '11:51 PM', 'I forgot to mention - (RC)\n\nGoodbye\nBy Jason Thomas\n\nI fell into the role of being a prisoner of my own hospital bed.\n\nAs I am thrown farther and farther underwater I become more and more envious\nof everyone taking in a breath of fresh air around me\nHow could this happen? Why can’t you fix me?\nA baby doesn’t even have to learn how to breathe,\n\nso why do I?	\n\nThe animals are running around the zoo \nlike pure havoc has just broken loose.\nThe sheep read through their charts \nas the border collies direct them where to go\n\nWhile sitting in this prison\nall I can do is entertain myself by learning their language\nI sometimes wish I knew nothing at all.\nI wish I never had to set foot in here.\n\nI’m starting to understand all the words that are being said around me.\nActually, it’s starting to become all I know. As if I grew up here.\nAs I watch the chaotic dance the doctors and nurses perform\nI can’t help but learn. If they can’t figure out what’s wrong, must I?\n\n\nI HATE the feeling of being bound to this bed\nbeing tied down by this tube in my trachea\nIt shouldn’t be here. It isn’t natural.\nThis isn’t the way He intended it to be.\n\nThe word “death” is sewn into the sheets that I lay on\nThey can’t figure it out. \nMaybe they’re just waiting to change the linens for the next one.\nI just want to know what time\n\nCan you just tell me if I need to say goodbye to my children?', '0');
	threads[4] = new thread(182439, 'Lucretius at the Gates of Enheduanna', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '11-18-2009', '07:26 PM', '[B]Lucretius at the Gates of Enheduanna[/B]\r\n\r\nNumbers have sex appeal; functional\r\ngroupings of Platonic cause & effect\r\nget us excited, then exhausted. <i>Hwæt</i>:\r\nwe brandish spears and wage war on pure thought,\r\ncaught between the four walls of curling space,\r\na smile curls on her face, she bends low\r\nto drink from the Euphrates. You watch her\r\nfrom the reeds, knees damp and skinned, eyes blinded\r\nby sudden insight. Something will prove right:\r\naxioms or these experiences,\r\nirreconcilable. Your grand council\r\nmeeting in a wet bicameral hall,\r\nvotes and fists flying behind your bright gaze.\r\nEquations done in private, in silence,\r\nword problems calculated hopelessly,\r\nas if you\'ll pine your way through these pages\r\nto find the rabbit-hole that fits your stride.\r\nHer mouth is dry; you remain muddy. Now:\r\narithmetic fails you: a goddess is here.', '0');
	threads[5] = new thread(182300, 'tract/parcel', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '11-13-2009', '08:58 PM', '[B]tract/parcel[/B]\r\n\r\neverything of worth [and all else as well]\r\ncan be said in [FONT="Book Antiqua"]III[/FONT] words, [FONT="Book Antiqua"]II[/FONT] breaths, [FONT="Book Antiqua"]IV[/FONT] chords.\r\nall i say is just a swine herd set free\r\nover the edge of doverian heights\r\n& i am a gray raven cast aloft\r\nto find ground or fly trying, high above\r\nthe corpse-choked handiwork of the most high.\r\nthe reed walls shake around me. build [I]un[/I] ark.', '0');
	threads[6] = new thread(182163, 'Trial of the Elements (Song of Wind and Rain)', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '11-10-2009', '10:24 PM', '[B]Trial of the Elements (Song of Wind and Rain)[/B]\n\nChilling wind and freezing rain;\nthe rooster&#8217;s shrill cries arise.\nYet what shall I have but rest,\nwith my husband before my eyes?\n\nShrieking wind and striking rain,\nthe rooster&#8217;s loud calls arise.\nYet what shall I feel but healed,\nwith my husband before my eyes?\n\nAll is dark in wind and rain,\nand the rooster&#8217;s cries won&#8217;t end.\nYet what can I do but rejoice,\nseeing my husband again?\n\n\n* \nThis is my sparse rendering of a song from the Chinese Odes. Unfortunately, there is not much time in my ancient history class to touch on cultures beyond the West and Near East. I do intend to spend some time on the Classical era of Chinese culture, and these Odes are central to that culture.\n\nThere is a story that Confucius once asked his son if he had read the Odes. When his son said he hadn\'t yet read them, Confucius exclaimed that discourse would be counterproductive until his son had dipped into those great poems.', '22');
	threads[7] = new thread(182122, 'post-rocksteady', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '11-09-2009', '07:49 PM', '[B]post-rocksteady[/B]\r\n\r\nThe relentless crunch-skip of good skacore\r\nbinding me Odyssean to the mass\r\nof warm flesh and fleet feet defying fact\r\nof physics and laws of thought. Heorot\r\nof the slick half-step. Brass instead of bronze\r\nfinding me Sirens to sing the refrain,\r\nyelling in my ear and at the stage; sing,\r\nO Muse, of the ranks of Kingston\'s sons.', '0');
	threads[8] = new thread(182043, 'untitled poem (RC)', '138792', 'JerRocks2day', '11-07-2009', '06:24 PM', '[I]What is this that I\'m suffering for?\r\nI\'m always caught between these family\r\nwars;\r\nWill this go away, stay away\r\nor will it stay the same?;\r\nEveyone\'s compared to nothing\r\nsuch as this;\r\nWhere the hell has this\r\nfamily been?;\r\nAnd when will my light shine\r\nto places where I\'d never\r\nhide?;\r\nCaught between this \r\nreality is weakening my \r\nknees;\r\nWhen will my life become \r\nanew again?\'\r\nNo one should have to\r\nfight alone;[/I]\r\n\r\nThoughts? Comments?', '0');
	threads[9] = new thread(181990, 'four lines for thursday night', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '11-06-2009', '12:05 AM', '[B]four lines for thursday night[/B]\r\n\r\nAt last, a simple meal: beans, rice, and tea;\r\nthe spice of salt crystals from the Great Sea.\r\nAt last, a proposition to digest\r\nin tidy rows; truth & false; east & west.', '1');
	threads[10] = new thread(181671, 'naxos in the midnight sun', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '10-29-2009', '01:30 AM', '[B]naxos in the midnight sun[/B]\r\n\r\nEighteen ghosts high on the mast. Winter comes;\r\nfrost paves a road for the elves around us,\r\narctic vines sprouting gray upon the prow,\r\ncurling and cracking along the crow\'s nest.\r\nDionysius calls the Wendigo\r\nto cross the ice floes and show us the storm.\r\nHands hit pockets; we will never get warm.', '0');
	threads[11] = new thread(181669, 'the seven ships of the enemy', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '10-28-2009', '11:21 PM', '[B]the seven ships of the enemy [/B]\n[SIZE="1"][B]Ammurapi among the Achaeans[/B][/SIZE]\n\n[SIZE="1"]"Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire."\n[COLOR="White"].....................[/COLOR]- Sting[/SIZE]\n\nUgarit burns. I look across the lane\nto see you, sky-veiled, through a lattice,\nyour eyes searching for iron in the dark.\nAll your curves sing to me of Mount Zaphon\nset against the city, silver scissor\nagainst the thread of my desire. Love\namidst the tumult. Fear, fascination:\nclay idols crack around me as I slip\nacross the ancient pavement. My kinsmen\ngather the fractured divinity. Love\ncompels me across the cobblestones. Faith\nbinds me to your shade. Across the ages\nI will haunt the Syriac shore. Love me\nin these last moments of consuming flame.\nBut the greatest will soon be hopeless: love.', '7');
	threads[12] = new thread(181632, 'Roman Road MCDXXXI', '29375', 'Jeffrey', '10-27-2009', '11:30 PM', '[B]Roman Road MCDXXXI[/B]\r\n[SIZE="1"][B]Texas in October[/B][/SIZE]\r\n\r\nSonata in reverse; a slow downpour\r\nover the cold Anatolian hills.\r\nYou dance across my salt-swept synapses.\r\nI drive. The Four Tops sing. Kingsland, Texas.\r\nClove smoke ascends. A back-lit cloud-crash\r\nwhere my ancestors saw Hadad or Zeus\r\nchases dreams from my bicameral mind.\r\nI pay my dues. Wet rubber is released\r\nimperceptibly. Friction covers me\r\nwith goose-flesh and good vibrations. I drive.\r\nThe spirits do not talk to me. I walk.\r\nYou dance across my bleeding hemispheres.\r\nThe waves will not cover me. I must swim.\r\nYou must come with me. There are dragons here,\r\nkind-eyed and wine-scaled. The Devil failed,\r\nbecause I believe he exists. I, too.\r\nHe cannot fool me twice. Think. I must think.\r\n[I]Dance. You do, Minnaloushe. You do. Dance.\r\n[/I]', '0');