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horus8 on < A Perfect Faith > by Mona Lisa 14 Sep 2003, 4:20 PM
Why? Wouldn't god be better as both sexes in one And isn't that why a man and a woman must come together as two to form one? The thought of god being just a man just makes me laugh, because, men are stupid and weak. 7.
Perhaps, it was the smell of broken florescent light bulbs. "a crack so loud, everone's eyes watered," everyone.
basit_i on Recycle by Patsy 14 Sep 2003, 4:09 PM
"i am between your Seine and your Rhine"... ah. if i might dare utter something akin to blasphemy, i'd say that's nearly better than whipped cream. :) the rest of it, though.. other than "i am just with the rain..." and a few other gems.. when i remember you're capable of "Troublemaker"...i don't know.. it's just.. at the moment, when i'm somewhat sleepy, i'd be more liable to give it a [we're sorry: it seems as though the user has left the workstation as he fears giving the poem cited a vote he will later regret. please try again later.]
basit_i on 30,000 feet by Patsy 14 Sep 2003, 3:45 PM
"your lights, my stars"...i'm probably reading more into this than i should, but i find it rather meaningful. this profundity is of another type than the rest of your poem, so if i were to quote it in my style of profundity, i'd not contextualize. :) but, the same holds true for "i am in love with the beauty of your / ignorance" and for that matter, "only your intersections / mark". when fit with the rest of it, the external meaning i've added jars, somewhat.. but taken as a whole, i'd leave you with an 8.
?-Dave_Mysterious-? replying on Lets Do Lunch (At Ground Zero) by scitz 14 Sep 2003, 3:34 PM
I agree whole-heartedly.
horus8 replying on Nicholas Martin by horus8 14 Sep 2003, 3:05 PM
It's about doing something on a level bigger and more socially and culturally significant patty, than Whittier, and you, or me. It's a love for the healing power and adventure of story and... It's my destiny and i am committed to making a difference, somehow before I die. So take that cock out of your mouth, you treacherous cunt, and quit projecting your guilt about the truth of the real matter at hand back at me... You have betrayed our friendship. you are a liar. your union? There was no wedding that i know of, so i don't understand what you are talking about. you mean that you ARE IN LOVE. Just be honest, and say it, you are caught up in love qand blowing everyone and everything else off. Are you blind? i recieved no invitation, heard of no reception, all you said was that the two of you had given eachother your vows? I do that every day with my girlfriend too. "A union" you are vague. you show up say "I'm married" i'm like what? when? you say well not really just verbally between us, and I'm thinking wow, "she's finally gone over the deep end that she's so old and still not married, so she's talked this poor shmuck into some weird verbal union, and that's why he has this glazed sheep boy look in his eyes like he still doesn't even know what's fucking happened to him, sounds more like Circe keeping the men on her island to me". You can't fool me, your truth of union is a lie of FEARRRRRRRRRRR! ha ha! You are now like everyone else with the actual 'egos' and 'selfish' natures we always stood up against. You actually got me to open up to you, and then turn around and use it as your weapon? you think I'm unaware of who I am or what i do? You dare! Of all the Gaul. you give an ear and a shoulder and then use the sad truth as your pathetic weapon? By calling me a whore? ha ha ha. i knew it all along. you'll sell anyone out, even your best friends, for a mouthfull of cock and attention. you make me sick. you are banned from my life and no longer my son's god mother, and you know what else? He's going to leave you in fourteen months. Irreconcilable differences.
horus8 replying on Nicholas Martin by horus8 14 Sep 2003, 3:03 PM
1. No, it's not about the tickets, it's about the fact that you know I am, and was struggling to have a real career in a positive healthy aspect, and this was my first big gig on a real significant level for me and you knew that and you know that I've worked very hard practicing everyday (writing, acting, playing, singing) for the last five fucking years, while providing for my family with no help from my family or hers, ironically, older more intelligent gay men with a real interest in making a difference in my life have went out of their way at every opportunity available to step up and support my valiant task of having a family while re-educating myself and educating them, a very expensive task. So, yeah, i'll do whatever necessary, so that I can go to acting school, and music school, and send my son to a great school so that him and his mother might have a better life with more opportunities. That's not egomanical you daft that's love That's Mary Magnallen love, I can't help it if people are more interested in blowing me than my mind, but it's been that way my whole life, so if they won't give me the 'real' job, god damn right they're going to pay to blow me. water seeks the lowest level, so why not bring a boat. what are you stupid all of a sudden. You know all of this about me, you cry with me about it, promise to be on my side and have helped me all along all of these years, and then turn around and condem me for it? you are unloyal darling and tactically, a traitor. 2) That I would sell my soul and sacrafice my integrity? for a new beginning at life for my family and myself? you know i was in military prison, you know no real employer on a nine to five level would hire me after seeing my record, you know there is very few jobs in the 9-5 world I could qualify for, because, I'm over qualified, you know I'm a genius, and I deserve a chance to share my magic with the world and make a normal life for me and my family too, doing what I'm best at, story telling and performing. My world is not 9-5, nor has it ever it's 24-7, I spend all day every day fighting for a better life and a stronger foundation and education for my family. People with big ego's can't do that especially if they are Narcissistic, because a Narcissist, idiot, wouldn't take physical or mental risks like i do, for anything, they might be flawed in the process, and a Narcissist, or ego maniac, are to terrified of dying and preoccupied with how they look and feel to make that dangerous of a sacrifice that hustling is saturated in. Disease, murder, drugs, rape, the night life, the guilt, the lack of self respect and constant self mutilation. get it? i'm not an ego maniac patty. I'm a struggling young father that's trying to make up in hurry for all of the lost time in his past when he was selfish and rebelling, mostly against nothing but himself and a shallow culture of idiots like you.
0 or 10 are the best marks, and are both equally excellent. All other marks are too mediocre to be worth anything. -6-
respect thy elders
Women shouldn't be allowed on this site.
Gay.
The voting table suggests that you have not been entirely truthful about the supposed ten you claim to have awarded me. What would God say about that? Don't you remember the 7th commandment, thou shalt not lie?
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http://mulberryfairy replying on Plastic is Forever by http://mulberryfairy 14 Sep 2003, 1:42 PM
I worked hard on that objective indifference, and "apparent" is right- nice distinction. Was it effective?
I was surprised that it actually worked, because my screen is full of 0000's. 美しい、再度。
http://mulberryfairy replying on When Jesus Found Me by http://mulberryfairy 14 Sep 2003, 1:31 PM
Thanks for balancing out the negative comments directed at my harmless and fun poem. You've got me about the so-called monotheism, I've done my asking and am tired of hearing the believers beat around the bush.
http://mulberryfairy on < A Perfect Faith > by Mona Lisa 14 Sep 2003, 11:06 AM
right
Cute, and ambiguous as to the narrator's feelings there at the end.
Was this thonged masochist you? I liked the title, but you could use another reference to the horse ass part in your poem- maybe the horsebacked female cops that are so attracted to downtown Portland at night.
Can you say more about the bruising? I imagine the mention of bruising has more significance than just its physicality on the arm. What are your thoughts on the friend's fervorous grip, and the narrator's bruising?