Robert K Foster
on To those who'd share their heartfelt feelings with the world by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
11 Jun 2003, 5:02 AM
truth. Love it. 10
I am confused, especially by the title. too much of a mystery for me on this one.
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too bad its not a slot machine.
I like this very much, save the cliche' in the last line. you have talent. a solid 9.
curiosity--sorry about the typo.
You have aroused my curiousity and flattered me at the same time. which was it?
you were right:
Jet fuels are produced mainly from straight-run [5] and hydrotreated kerosene [5A] or kerosene blended with heavy naphtha streams [4 and derived streams] from the atmospheric distillation of crude oil. Jet fuels are composed mainly of aliphatic and aromatic hydrocarbons with boiling ranges of 150-300 °C (kerosene type) and 45-280 °C (wide-cut type). The formulated products are used in turbine engines of civil and military aircraft. Exposures to jet fuel may occur during its production, transport and storage as well as during refuelling and maintenance of aircraft. Heavier exposures may occur during inspection and repair of aircraft wing tanks owing to the confined working space.
I no longer feel inclined to call you a capital fellow.
You hit the crucifixion nail right on the head 8
sweet little peice, very clear and convinently rhymed, good job !
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on "How Often, Under Starry Skies" by anastomosis
10 Jun 2003, 4:52 PM
I thought it was about someone's last night on Earth before they died of leukaemia... I'm sorry if I was wrong. I guess it just goes to show that different poemes can mean different things to different people. It's all about opinions, really. Catch you later.
What does this poem have to with leukaemeia??
anastomosis
A subtle yet resonant piece. The colourful imagery and bewildering rhyme scheme are reminiscent of some of the later works of Tennyson, and even Chives. The rather pallid references to leukaemia, though somewhat out of place in a poeme about suicide, add a touch of humility that I feel is so badly lacking from contemporary western literature. This reviewer looks forward to anastomosis's next, even riper, comment deletion.
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Nice fro, bro. Now mash yer motor.
Bagina (aka) yeast trolley, mooseknuckle, curtaine o' beif. Bulva.
A liverless giblet, tsk.
hmm i want to leave a comment coz no one else has but i am unsure that if i say something encouraging you might post more OH PLEASE GOD NOOOOOOOOOOO hehe naa its alrite really not as good as the other one
HAHA SO CRAP ITS GOOD! A fat 10