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on Highlights From a Conversation at the Laundromat by bunniesnangels
14 Feb 2003, 3:47 PM
yeah. they called us 'in league with satan'! let's kick their asses! this is even worse than them saying shit about my mother!
(oh, and fix the ???'s)
Indeed, you are truly blessed. No oats. Breadcrumbs, and not the prepackaged sort. The preparation of food you are unwilling to eat is an intuitive process, as well. One must intuit what might make it exemplary, while remaining true to the classical version. Uh, what were we talking about again?
No, but since my grammar and spelling ability are pretty much in the shitter. God blessed me with uncanny intuitive nature, and a superman haircut, and nice ta ta's and smiggely wiggelys ala mode.. oh and i can get drunk and do full Gainors. but other than that i just knows things. like why the dust in my house wont stop screaming at me.. SHUTUP! damn you eternal floaty things... Do you put any oats in your loaf?
Have I already become so predictable?
reminds me of a song which has the line 'im alive i think its time to live', by lifehouse, its great song called trying, and well ike your great poety, well done kat another masterpeice
Would you believe that i knew you were going to say that? Because, i did. Ironically, now i'm a tiger shark now and will eat anything left half eaten in the fridge, but when i was a kid i was anemic out of finickiness? Life moves quick, and so do we.
I also hate meatloaf, won't touch it. That's the point. However, I am a fan of buffalo meat.
I agree. Thanks!
Yes, this is very good. GQT runner up. 9. only because i hate meatloaf... for some reason as a child i thught that it was buffalo meat.
This was so almost there... the last line tosses it though.
the first was the best.
Actually, it ROLLED. Down my leg and into the minister's private oubliette.
dude, that ROCKS!!!!!
YEAH
You, my superman-haircutted young chum, seem to have missed the point.
This is a great piece of writing though it could be argued that its not conformist to poetry, thats why I like it, and the message here. Listen, ignore poetandknowitall he loves to criticize and hates to praise, some us are trying to drag poetry into to the 21st century he's in tights and pants reading anglo saxon poetry, fuck it, keep your individuality, ---9
So when you coming out to London then? Zzin mentioned something a while ago. Really glad you like this poem. It's my personal favourite.
My God, this is all so flattering. Thank you everybody who's liked my poem so much and commented on it. It truly did come out of nowhere in about ten minutes and so, in answer to your question Ranger, I can't really say if anyone in particular influenced this. My poetic heroes are Edward Thomas, Simon Armitage, Robert Frost, Wordsworth, Eliot, Michael Donaghy, for what that's worth. But thanks once again for your appreciation and praise.
Are you completely insane!? Your inability to grasp absolutely anything at all is amazing! And hilarious! Great work if it's deliberate. But let's face facts: it is not.
Let me begin to explain with an introduction to elementary Comment Indentation Theory (you will require a basic knowledge of Set Theory if you wish to continue):
When you see a collection of comments structured in the following way:
-CommentA
---CommentB
-----CommentC
then, the domain of CommentB is CommentA. And the domain of CommentC is the union of CommentA with CommentB. Do you see?
So, the domain, D, of my "Look motherfucker just answer the motherfucking question" comment is the union of your comment that starts "In my defence Cad..." with Caducus' comment in which he asks you to identify yourself and explain the dedication. In particular, my comment concerning the meaning of the third line OF YOUR POEME is not in D! That means that the question I was asking you to answer must have been the question posed by Caducus. Christ, you're confused. Especially about the spelling of abacus.
Yes my dear, yorkshire is beautiful and i am so pleased an American visited somewhere other than London, I hope you found your heathcliff my mellifluent Cathy, a Wild Zzinnia amongst other flowers of Yorkshires finest.
I say, what a delightful thought.