SupremeDreamer
replying on The bearded space merchant from lil Idaho by Don-Quixote
28 Apr 2004, 5:56 AM
You have perfectly pulled off the genuine humor-less robotic reply. Have you not even considered the possibility of mixing sex toys with traffic control? You have instilled fear deep into my jester soul... I'll suffer the trauma for the rest of my life now.
It makes me feel as if I'm attending a new age funeral proceeding conducted by an unknown militant cult- but thats not bad, mostly I liked it, but its well.. slightly more stiff than a catholic sermon, to me anyway.
Blessed with eight.
Chairman Barnes explained to Mr. Rudd that most of these accidents involve individuals that are not familiar with the intersection or individuals coming down Route 250 that are not familiar with the area. Chairman Barnes stated that he would appreciate any help that Mr. Rudd can provide.
Mr. Rudd said that there is a possibility that they might be able to install signs to alert drivers if they are unable to install the light.
Too funny, I was going to mention that the thing reeked of a pink floyd lyric - and that started from the line:
"I got ancient blood on my hands,"
then I noticed the disclaimer at the end.
SupremeDreamer
replying on The bearded space merchant from lil Idaho by Don-Quixote
28 Apr 2004, 5:46 AM
How about we forget the light and substitute it with a very large red dildo? that will get people to stop and take a look.. leave a corpse by it and its sure to work perfectly.
yes.
Sheriff Fortune informed the Board the he was here this evening to speak about the intersection of Courthouse Road (Route 208) and Three Chopt Road (Route 250). Sheriff Fortune explained that they had a fatal accident at this intersection on Saturday April 3, 2004. Sheriff Fortune requested the Board to write a letter to VDOT to have them take another look at this intersection to determine if they can put in a stop light in place of the red flashing lights that folks donât pay attention to.
SupremeDreamer
replying on The bearded space merchant from lil Idaho by Don-Quixote
28 Apr 2004, 5:41 AM
You know some folks would actually sit here and wonder if theres a deeper meaning/message hidden within this erotic snippet.. but I have no such urge. But I am compelled to cackle in pubescent amusement, while asking myself if the cigar was fully lit when the NEGRO shafted LOUISA with it- just one of many such silly questions that I can not keep from poping to mind.
Capulet is also a word meaning swelling caused from bruising...
SupremeDreamer
replying on The bearded space merchant from lil Idaho by Don-Quixote
28 Apr 2004, 5:33 AM
Its actually based on a real crazy old vietnam vet, who would wander the park or remain on bus benches- the sort who enjoyed anyones company and really wanted to buy you all the beer and smokes you want (provided that you have the money of course!)
It was pretty funny to be drunk and watching him attempt to make the empty cans disappear, his failure evoking a face full of bewilderment emphasised by his wrinkles- he'd never stop believing in his star power.. lmao.
what is an example, please, of a stolen transport tool?
I liked it.
"During many of their sexual encounters, the NEGRO stood leaning against the doorway of the bathroom across from the study, which, he told Ms. LOUISA, eased his sore back... Ms. LOUISA testified that her physical relationship with the NEGRO included oral sex but not sexual intercourse. According to Ms. LOUISA, she performed oral sex on the NEGRO; he never performed oral sex on her. Initially, according to Ms. LOUISA, the NEGRO would not let her perform oral sex to completion. In Ms. LOUISA's understanding, his refusal was related to "trust and not knowing me well enough." During their last two sexual encounters, both in 1997, he did ejaculate. According to Ms. LOUISA, she performed oral sex on the NEGRO on nine occasions. On all nine of those occasions, the NEGRO fondled and kissed her bare breasts. He touched her genitals, both through her underwear and directly, bringing her to orgasm on two occasions. On one occasion, the NEGRO inserted a cigar into her vagina. On another occasion, she and the NEGRO had brief genital-to-genital contact."
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Its the same old static & flaccid striptease. by SupremeDreamer
28 Apr 2004, 3:25 AM
Drugs aren't simlpy a casual presence in your life - your entire personality would crumble if you didn't spend every waking moment telling everyone about the time you once smoked a meth.
Nice idea, a little weaker towards the end, too much sentimentality for my taste, but a wonderful idea.
Ah, but which finger shall you wear it upon?
Ace
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DreamerSupreme
replying on Its the same old static & flaccid striptease. by SupremeDreamer
28 Apr 2004, 1:11 AM
Nowhere in the piece does it say "women are whores". It does specifically mention WHORES as in those who sell their bodies, and it didn't sound too edgy calling them prostitutes to me.
-shrug-
I'm not without wit, drugs are simply a casual presence in my life- should I start pretending that I'm a sober drug free citizen or what? Its not as if the entire poem was about cannabis for godsakes. Would you even give a shit if for instance my substance(s) of choice were only alcohol and tobacco? Hell, atleast I'm not Coleridge puffin opium and writing about Xanandu and a thousand other opium visions, or a drunken Dylan Thomas wieldin a pen while he attempts to correct his vision blurs. Don't forget the English Gentleman who adored his dose of heroin. (curses, I can't remember his name...)
I'm tired of people acting as if each and everyone of my poems are just about drugs and doped up ranting.. yes, I have those too, but they don't constitute my entire collection of written work. But they seem to be the only things that people remember, since those pieces are quite bizzare.. can't a guy have a little fun with the pen? Honestly.
richa
replying on Its the same old static & flaccid striptease. by SupremeDreamer
27 Apr 2004, 11:14 PM
To call women whores is quite misogynistic. Strippers are still women. Do you call men stripper whores.
Also this thing you have with drugs. How about more wit.
'the railman gave me two cures/ said step right in/ one was texas medicine/ the other railroad gin/ like a fool I mixed them/ it scrambled up my mind/ now people just seem uglier and/ I have no sense of time' Bob Dylan - Stuck inside of mobile.
One of my favourites.
SupremeDreamer
replying on Its the same old static & flaccid striptease. by SupremeDreamer
27 Apr 2004, 8:25 PM
Shut up you fool, can't you see that I'm trying to enslave the fucking planet??
The absense of sorrow fills my mind...meaning that sorrow is not present. I dunno, I worded it that way with the intention of suggesting that sorrow was there, trying to invade my thoughts, but I wouldn't let it.