<{Baba^Yaga}>
replying on Faucet's got a nasty drip. FUCK! Not again! by <{Baba^Yaga}>
29 Oct 2002, 1:02 PM
my great uncle is a dr-professor of mathmatics in munich, and twice a year he goes to turkey to do just that. hip cat. i go to a methadone clinic in berkley. red eyed rat. god made me flat. rootbeered the float, and so i do. camel toe my coat SCREAMING up TO GOD! GOD! GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO BUTTON UP MY MOOSE KNUCKLE, and he does. thankfully.
slumming, darling. that's what it's all about in the run down mill towns of the housatinic river valley.
And you, sir, are a guttersnipe of the first order! How dare you mock one such as myself over such a piddling, trivial affair? Have at you!!!!!!!!
Au naturel is best! This needs, shortening, maybe? too much stuff is a little overwhelming,yes>?
perhaps. an eight dollar barley wine filled glass, and a salt throw over my left shoulder for richard harris..i cry on your shoulder and repent for me and all of mine..in that valley everything hooks and my barbs get filed straight...how about another date?
sorry that i tend to over compensate, and right turn clyde the guard rail. want some kale? i have a new gun.
because that's how faith operates. no, strike that, make it 'that's how organized religion operates.' there. that's the frighteneing part. trying to surmount all that has power, so that it can control the faithful.
strive to write pieces that make people uncomfortable. "like" is immaterial. make them think instead. in mine, people like them because i seduce with sooth. but there are barbs aplenty in this thick skin, and if you touch, if you stray, you will find them.
showing the ugly side at the same time as the pretty side is tricky stuff, and you did it well. so, why apologize?
well, i see the small trials angle of it, but you are complaining about them. now, as for the g-string, that's a nice thought, but i mostly 'go commando'.
obviously you've been varnishing mahogany at the private boys shavery again. i will pray for you and yours immediately. have fun with your squash before the seeds get salted. better let me borrow the elephant gun, another of our creations seems to have gotten out. maybe we need a higher fence? and fresh paint on the tree house.
Kinkos would be cheap compared to this animal. Actually, I was going for the small personal battles that seem like big ones at the time, transitioning over to the... actually I think I see what you are saying. I kind of feel like I'm putting dollars in your g-string right now, ha ha.
True. But I need to see what frightens you because I need to learn how to be careful with my words, I may write a piece that nobody likes that is truly innocent because I chose the wrong phrasing. No, I'm not trying to write for everyone. Thats improbable. But 50\50 makes me quite happy.
the problem with this one is that it tells. i have no issue with a good bitch session now and again, and you've certainly earned one, but this one comes across as a litany of complaints about soul-shattering vignettes that are written off as unimportant. it spells everything out. it says, 'do i *have* to' or 'when are we going to *be* there'? it's whiny when you want it to be lonely. that's my take.
you can surf fo' free at the public library... much less than kinko's at .16/min...
Yes. And these stupid t\s computers are waylaying my pocketbook something fierce. Poemranker has become an addiction to me. Albeit a healthy one.