Discussion:
Nothing is said
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Niles Jarrett
2011-06-20 08:47:40 UTC
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Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.

Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.

And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Loving Guy
2011-06-20 09:38:55 UTC
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Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
A lot is said...
And no one is dead!
Loving Guy
2011-07-03 09:47:52 UTC
Permalink
Post by Loving Guy
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
A lot is said...
And no one is dead!
Reluctantly
By now
Everything is said!
Niles Jarrett
2011-07-03 20:14:39 UTC
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Post by Loving Guy
Post by Loving Guy
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
A lot is said...
And no one is dead!
Reluctantly
By now
Everything is said!
Everything is said, and yet some nothings continue to repeat
themselves. This is the nature of a universe where all possibilities
eventually occur. The reverberations of cosmic light sometimes bend
and collide at the hollows of the world in unusual ways. Creativity's
left-overs, trapped in the prism of fate from the start, enjoy at
least the relative comfort of degradation and entropy. All things are
connected and yet all things must come to end, even nothing. That is
why when nothing is said it is important that we acknowledge it.

Good day.
Loving Guy
2011-07-05 05:11:24 UTC
Permalink
Post by Niles Jarrett
Post by Loving Guy
Post by Loving Guy
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
A lot is said...
And no one is dead!
Reluctantly
By now
Everything is said!
Everything is said, and yet some nothings continue to repeat
themselves. This is the nature of a universe where all possibilities
eventually occur. The reverberations of cosmic light sometimes bend
and collide at the hollows of the world in unusual ways. Creativity's
left-overs, trapped in the prism of fate from the start, enjoy at
least the relative comfort of degradation and entropy. All things are
connected and yet all things must come to end, even nothing. That is
why when nothing is said it is important that we acknowledge it.
Good day.
The same to you, Niles.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-20 14:50:50 UTC
Permalink
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
You're living testament to that one fact:
It's in the title of your thread.
Loving Guy
2011-06-21 00:16:21 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-21 06:24:20 UTC
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Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.

Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.

: )
Will Dockery
2011-06-22 12:11:42 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
Well, damn... now I feel sorry for you all over again, Matt.

--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)

9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-22 12:13:18 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."

Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
the xena at the zennith
the zippidy and the dooda
and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
the curly in the burly
the crammed inside the camera
the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
the prose in the nose
the kick-in the stick
the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
the clock in the cock
the lock in the stone
and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
my people are better than you.
Will Dockery
2011-06-22 12:17:02 UTC
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On Jun 22, 8:13 am, 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1 <***@cox.net>
wrote:

<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!

--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-22 12:37:38 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!
--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
One day I'll complete my Frank Stanford wannabe masterpiece.

http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/730
Will Dockery
2011-06-23 15:34:52 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!
--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
One day I'll complete my Frank Stanford wannabe masterpiece.
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/730
Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.

--
Music, poetry & video of Will Dockery & Friends:
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-23 19:22:57 UTC
Permalink
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!
--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
One day I'll complete my Frank Stanford wannabe masterpiece.
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/730
Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.
--
Music, poetry & video of Will Dockery & Friends:http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Have you got a bridge to sell me with that line?

: )
Will Dockery
2011-06-25 13:25:46 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!
--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
One day I'll complete my Frank Stanford wannabe masterpiece.
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/730
Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.
--
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Have you got a bridge to sell me with that line?
:  )
A record album:

Shadowville Speedway / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
You can have a look at & hear a sample at
http://www.artemisrecords.net/dockery.html
where my friend Basil Fitzpatrick is selling copies through his
ARTEMIS RECORDS website.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-25 13:35:35 UTC
Permalink
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!
--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
One day I'll complete my Frank Stanford wannabe masterpiece.
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/730
Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.
--
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Have you got a bridge to sell me with that line?
:  )
You can have a look at & hear a sample athttp://www.artemisrecords.net/dockery.html
where my friend Basil Fitzpatrick is selling copies through his
ARTEMIS RECORDS website.
Ah, yes...the sounds of duck shit coming out of the Duck's ass.
Sorry, I think I'll pass for now. However, I'm sure there will be
a reminder or two in the future. I don't even need my crystal ball
for that one.

: )
Will Dockery
2011-06-25 19:46:07 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Will Dockery
<snip for focus>
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Wow this reads like Beat poetry of the Ginsberg variety... bravo!
--
In A Dream I Saved You / Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre of the
Mind)
http://youtu.be/ZGUZmzvqRP4
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
One day I'll complete my Frank Stanford wannabe masterpiece.
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/730
Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.
--
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Have you got a bridge to sell me with that line?
:  )
You can have a look at & hear a sample athttp://www.artemisrecords.net/dockery.html
where my friend Basil Fitzpatrick is selling copies through his
ARTEMIS RECORDS website.
Ah, yes...the sounds
Well thanks for listening & commenting, Matt.

--
Music, poetry & video of Will Dockery & Friends:
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-06-29 15:55:48 UTC
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Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.
--
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Have you got a bridge to sell me with that line?
:  )
You can have a look at & hear a sample athttp://www.artemisrecords.net/dockery.html
where my friend Basil Fitzpatrick is selling copies through his
ARTEMIS RECORDS website.
Ah, yes...the sounds of duck shit coming out of the Duck's ass.
Sorry, I think I'll pass for now. However, I'm sure there will be
a reminder or two in the future. I don't even need my crystal ball
for that one.
: )
Well thanks for listening & commenting, Matt.
--
Music, poetry & video of Will Dockery & Friends:http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Where does it say anywhere in this thread that I listen to duckshit?

However, you're more than welcome for the comment. Glad to do it.

: )
Will Dockery
2011-07-01 17:26:21 UTC
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Great, I'll get back to you on that, then.
--
http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Have you got a bridge to sell me with that line?
:  )
You can have a look at & hear a sample athttp://www.artemisrecords.net/dockery.html
where my friend Basil Fitzpatrick is selling copies through his
ARTEMIS RECORDS website.
Ah, yes...the sounds of duck shit coming out of the Duck's ass.
Sorry, I think I'll pass for now.  However, I'm sure there will be
a reminder or two in the future.  I don't even need my crystal ball
for that one.
:  )
Well thanks for listening & commenting, Matt.
--
Music, poetry & video of Will Dockery & Friends:http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Where does it say anywhere in this thread that I listen
Listen or not, that's your choice... and I do believe in ginving the
readers a choice to decide for themselves, as you know.

--
Shadowville Speedway / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/song_details/8798172
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-02 12:10:42 UTC
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Ah, yes...the sounds of duck shit coming out of the Duck's ass.
Sorry, I think I'll pass for now.  However, I'm sure there will be
a reminder or two in the future.  I don't even need my crystal ball
for that one.
:  )
Well thanks for listening & commenting, Matt.
--
Music, poetry & video of Will Dockery & Friends:http://www.youtube.com/user/WDockery
Where does it say anywhere in this thread that I listen <ducksnip> to duckshit?
<ducksnip>
Post by Will Dockery
Listen or not, that's your choice... and I do believe in ginving the
readers a choice to decide for themselves, as you know.
--
Shadowville Speedway / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/song_details/8798172
Yes, and the "decision" has landed on duckshit over here.

...duckshit with a healthy duckpiss in the form of duckspam.

: )
Niles Jarrett
2011-07-01 22:25:55 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Ha ha, it sounds like someone took that mightily personally.
Thanks for helping to prove my point, but you could have used
FAR LESS words in doing so! Now back to sorting out some
rather deep personal issues.

The clock of the anus strikes 3!
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-02 12:27:45 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Ha ha, it sounds like someone took that mightily personally.
Actually, it sort of sparked my creative juices for second.
Thanks for that.
Post by Niles Jarrett
Thanks for helping to prove my point, but you could have used
FAR LESS words in doing so! Now back to sorting out some
rather deep personal issues.
Actually, I could have used far MORE words effectively. Also, I
could've used
a grasp of poetry that goes beyond "horny housewife". Just having
fun on usenet. That's my excuse.
Post by Niles Jarrett
The clock of the anus strikes 3!
I have no idea what you're referring to.
The first thing that comes to mind is duckshit.
Are you familiar with duckshit?

: )
Will Dockery
2011-07-02 18:19:32 UTC
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The first thing that comes to mind is
"We know."

Have a happy holiday, old pal...

--
Shadowville Speedway / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/song_details/8798172
Niles Jarrett
2011-07-03 00:04:39 UTC
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Post by Niles Jarrett
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Ha ha, it sounds like someone took that mightily personally.
Actually, it sort of sparked my creative juices for second.
Thanks for that.
Post by Niles Jarrett
Thanks for helping to prove my point, but you could have used
FAR LESS words in doing so! Now back to sorting out some
rather deep personal issues.
Actually, I could have used far MORE words effectively. Also, I
could've used
a grasp of poetry that goes beyond "horny housewife".  Just having
fun on usenet.  That's my excuse.
Post by Niles Jarrett
The clock of the anus strikes 3!
I have no idea what you're referring to.
The first thing that comes to mind is duckshit.
Are you familiar with duckshit?
:  )
Wait while I access the universal database...

Yes, it has dual meaning. First, it is associated with your so-called
creative endeavors you oft refer to as poetry. Second, it may refer to
an idiot on Usenet that quacks like a duck, or smells like duck
excrement (sure, why not?), which of course is impossible in the real
world because there is no sound, scent OR poetry on Usenet!

I defile myself by communicating in words to your petty offerings. For
this I hope you are grateful my rat child.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-03 06:40:30 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
Ha ha, it sounds like someone took that mightily personally.
Actually, it sort of sparked my creative juices for second.
Thanks for that.
Post by Niles Jarrett
Thanks for helping to prove my point, but you could have used
FAR LESS words in doing so! Now back to sorting out some
rather deep personal issues.
Actually, I could have used far MORE words effectively. Also, I
could've used
a grasp of poetry that goes beyond "horny housewife".  Just having
fun on usenet.  That's my excuse.
Post by Niles Jarrett
The clock of the anus strikes 3!
I have no idea what you're referring to.
The first thing that comes to mind is duckshit.
Are you familiar with duckshit?
:  )
Wait while I access the universal database...
Is this going to be like gridlock?
Post by Niles Jarrett
Yes, it has dual meaning. First, it is associated with your so-called
creative endeavors you oft refer to as poetry. Second, it may refer to
an idiot on Usenet that quacks like a duck, or smells like duck
excrement (sure, why not?), which of course is impossible in the real
world because there is no sound, scent OR poetry on Usenet!
Gawd, you don't read very well. The last thing in the WORLD I call
my crap is "poetry". I think you're on automatic pilot: you have a
generic rebuttle set to go at the first sight of what might appear to
be a flame. When your reading skills improve, you'll know when to
whip that flame-gun out and fire. In the meantime, it's kind of fun
watching you fire in all directions like a fireworks display. Maybe
this will "spark" some more.
Post by Niles Jarrett
I defile myself by communicating in words to your petty offerings. For
this I hope you are grateful my rat child.
So, maybe we're getting somewhere...is it 3 rats that strike
the clock of the anus? Does the British punk music act
as background music to lure the rats into their anal doom?

: )
that9one1matt1dude
2011-08-03 23:48:13 UTC
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Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Loving Guy
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Niles Jarrett
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Niles Jarrett
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
Lolz, I am not a poet just love reading poem, otherwise I could have
went on and on.... lolz
I'm what you might call a "housewife poet".
It's a term used to describe someone who
reads the word "poetry" in a newsgroup thread,
remembers that they've tried their hand at poetry
a couple times in high school, wasn't told by anyone
that it was bad or good, after a hit off a joint decides
that it must be good, decides to do something "crazy"
and post a poem, is told that it sucks by more than
one group member, knows that it does suck but
takes in personal and decides to stick around and
make everybody's life miserable because, after all,
being a "housewife" is a pretty shitty job anyway.
Oh, and I'm a dude...same dif, though.
:  )
So, anyway...perfect title to a thread where "nothing is said."
Ho, hum...I don't mind making journal entries here.
Usenet is dead and
Nothing is said
Isn't it sad
You're not my dad
You're just another father's son
Hanging from the vine
Whining, winning, pining, pinning
Dining, digging, dogging, dizzy
You're a frame rate on an empty canvas
You're a piss stane on the aprocot
You're the missuse of the moose
You're the talked down touch down
You're april without her showers
You're the long lost dutchman's mine finally found
  and nobody's around to care
You're the smear on Disrali's gear
You're a heavenly father spanking his daughter
You're laughter with a single tear
You're the special sperm olympics javalin jumper
You're the zoloft in the xolar,
  the xena at the zennith
  the zippidy and the dooda
  and the snap shot of the bohemeth
You're wrong on the price is right
You're the lobidoty of a lobotomy and the epitome of the crust
You're a virgin surgeon with vigina envy
You're the will of the lisp on the crisp cusp
You're the standard standing ovation with zero elation
You're the never ending story that's o so ever boring
You're the bird turd stirred into the cattle feed
You're the mark on the marxist's fang in the carcass
You're the edible in the inevitable
  the curly in the burly
  the crammed inside the camera
  the shackle round the debacle
You're the juice on the noose
  the prose in the nose
  the kick-in the stick
  the fat in the matter
You're the anus in the famous
  the clock in the cock
  the lock in the stone
  and the break of the bone.
You're the clearance of appearance
You're the cosmology of dichotomy
You're the clever in whatever
You're the smile on a dog
  just like in that one song
But, I wouldn't know about that
  my people are better than you.
wait...i'm not through with you...

You're what's wrong with the song
You're the bud in the bong
You're the vicious in delicious
and the fishes in suspicious.
You're the laughter in the factor
the blaster from the master
the log in the fog
near the toad in the road.
You're the crazy in the lazy
The jump o'er the hump
The stacy leather lacy
The fire in the pyre.
The faster in disaster
and the loss on the cross.
You're the fester in sequester
the moss in the floss
the bang in the gang
and the style in denial.
You're the miss in the diss
the the splice in the slice
the actor in the factor
and the lice on the mice.
You're the strother that's a bother
You're the thistle on the missile
the crack and the smack
the beaver with a fever
the laughter that comes after.
You're the long boring song
the thong along the dong
the mom in love with Ron
and the bomb at the throng.
You're peter by the liter
what's said by fred
josh during the mosh
and little hairy mary.
You're the vetted and the fretted
You're the steal in the deal.
You're the spanker of the wanker.
You're the Captain and Tennille.
You're the blister on the sister
the miser in the keiser
the float of the boat
all the way through the moat.

(...)
Gill Smith
2011-08-04 11:09:08 UTC
Permalink
set to music at

http://www.gillsmith999.plus.com/new_Australian_National_Anthem/

--
http://www.gillsmith999.plus.com/
Will-Dockery
2024-07-10 10:27:30 UTC
Permalink
Post by Niles Jarrett
Nothing is sai
in these newsgroups
Among these terabyte
of useless information
nothing is said
And Terra is dead
Terra is dead
Another obscurity from 2011


This is a response to the post seen at
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=658845270#65884527

Niles Jarrett
2011-07-03 19:26:45 UTC
Permalink
The specimen known as 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1 has re-grouped and
said its piece. It strives to resume a more "normal" Usenet identity
at this time nexus. The British punk video, so-called, has temporarily
enlightened this creature as to the ill-adapted nature of its
behaviors, therefore my activities are not entirely in vain; though it
is true, like a wingless fly at a locked window sill it remains
trapped in idle bewilderment. If the ooze of countless dead, festering
children could provide it sustenance, this hope would be over-shadowed
by the incessant urge to vomit/"create" bad poetry/lines; it therefore
urges suicide in all families. Though it can never escape the sweaty
putrid turmoil of its own damnation, it will, hopefully one day,
return to the nothingness that is at the core of this non-being-child,
or as some would argue the malignant child of an aborted and raped
fetus. Let he who be the judge cast the first stone, if there can be
any fun in stoning idle corpses on a Sunday. These are the facts.
Please proceed accordingly...
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-03 20:27:34 UTC
Permalink
The specimen known as   9amirrorcan1canmirroram1 has re-grouped and
said its piece. It strives to resume a more "normal" Usenet identity
at this time nexus. The British punk video, so-called, has temporarily
enlightened this creature as to the ill-adapted nature of its
behaviors, therefore my activities are not entirely in vain; though it
is true, like a wingless fly at a locked window sill it remains
trapped in idle bewilderment. If the ooze of countless dead, festering
children could provide it sustenance, this hope would be over-shadowed
by the incessant urge to vomit/"create" bad poetry/lines; it therefore
urges suicide in all families. Though it can never escape the sweaty
putrid turmoil of its own damnation, it will, hopefully one day,
return to the nothingness that is at the core of this non-being-child,
or as some would argue the malignant child of an aborted and raped
fetus. Let he who be the judge cast the first stone, if there can be
any fun in stoning idle corpses on a Sunday. These are the facts.
Please proceed accordingly...
Talk much; say nothing...

Maybe your sudden urge to blurt uncontrollably
has something to do with the current rat population
up yer keaster. You must have the keyboard positioned
in such a way as to have instant access as the anal
rat infestation count nears three and beyond.

At what point does the anal clock strike midnight for ratman?
Are there any vermin left in the literary sewers?
Or, have they all crawled up ratman's ass and died?

A feast of ratdeath up the ass of ratman.
Now THAT sounds like an atypical Sunday, even
for ratman.

: )
Niles Jarrett
2011-07-03 21:51:12 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
The specimen known as   9amirrorcan1canmirroram1 has re-grouped and
said its piece. It strives to resume a more "normal" Usenet identity
at this time nexus. The British punk video, so-called, has temporarily
enlightened this creature as to the ill-adapted nature of its
behaviors, therefore my activities are not entirely in vain; though it
is true, like a wingless fly at a locked window sill it remains
trapped in idle bewilderment. If the ooze of countless dead, festering
children could provide it sustenance, this hope would be over-shadowed
by the incessant urge to vomit/"create" bad poetry/lines; it therefore
urges suicide in all families. Though it can never escape the sweaty
putrid turmoil of its own damnation, it will, hopefully one day,
return to the nothingness that is at the core of this non-being-child,
or as some would argue the malignant child of an aborted and raped
fetus. Let he who be the judge cast the first stone, if there can be
any fun in stoning idle corpses on a Sunday. These are the facts.
Please proceed accordingly...
Talk much; say nothing...
Maybe your sudden urge to blurt uncontrollably
has something to do with the current rat population
up yer keaster.  You must have the keyboard positioned
in such a way as to have instant access as the anal
rat infestation count nears three and beyond.
At what point does the anal clock strike midnight for ratman?
Are there any vermin left in the literary sewers?
Or, have they all crawled up ratman's ass and died?
A feast of ratdeath up the ass of ratman.
Now THAT sounds like an atypical Sunday, even
for ratman.
:  )
A weak reply from a weak signal in the universe. But I thank you for
trying as you only affirm my statement as to the necessity of No More
Words each and every time you press enter. Select any given worm
festering inside your anal tract and ponder it for a minute to gain a
better perspective of just how it is that I see down upon you. You are
like a mold beneath a mold beneath a mold, one thousand-fold! How does
one breathe beneath such filth? That I can not answer, only to say
that time is of the essence, for the sorrow of your words sour rat
child.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-04 23:15:54 UTC
Permalink
Post by Niles Jarrett
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
The specimen known as   9amirrorcan1canmirroram1 has re-grouped and
said its piece. It strives to resume a more "normal" Usenet identity
at this time nexus. The British punk video, so-called, has temporarily
enlightened this creature as to the ill-adapted nature of its
behaviors, therefore my activities are not entirely in vain; though it
is true, like a wingless fly at a locked window sill it remains
trapped in idle bewilderment. If the ooze of countless dead, festering
children could provide it sustenance, this hope would be over-shadowed
by the incessant urge to vomit/"create" bad poetry/lines; it therefore
urges suicide in all families. Though it can never escape the sweaty
putrid turmoil of its own damnation, it will, hopefully one day,
return to the nothingness that is at the core of this non-being-child,
or as some would argue the malignant child of an aborted and raped
fetus. Let he who be the judge cast the first stone, if there can be
any fun in stoning idle corpses on a Sunday. These are the facts.
Please proceed accordingly...
Talk much; say nothing...
Maybe your sudden urge to blurt uncontrollably
has something to do with the current rat population
up yer keaster.  You must have the keyboard positioned
in such a way as to have instant access as the anal
rat infestation count nears three and beyond.
At what point does the anal clock strike midnight for ratman?
Are there any vermin left in the literary sewers?
Or, have they all crawled up ratman's ass and died?
A feast of ratdeath up the ass of ratman.
Now THAT sounds like an atypical Sunday, even
for ratman.
:  )
A weak reply from a weak signal in the universe. But I thank you for
trying as you only affirm my statement as to the necessity of No More
Words each and every time you press enter. Select any given worm
festering inside your anal tract and ponder it for a minute to gain a
better perspective of just how it is that I see down upon you. You are
like a mold beneath a mold beneath a mold, one thousand-fold! How does
one breathe beneath such filth? That I can not answer, only to say
that time is of the essence, for the sorrow of your words sour rat
child.
BTW, since this is a poetry group, got any poems?
I've been hanging out here for, oh, the better part
of five years. I've seen it all before, so maybe we can
skip to the part where you prove yourself by posting
the most awesome poem ever written. You've seen
and judged my "shit"...your turn.

Or, I suppose you could proceed with the preset generic
flame replies, vague references to dead, wordless, sleepy newsgroups
and British punk youtube links. I mean, with that kind
of originality, who needs poetry...right?

: )
Xathox Raoh
2011-07-05 00:14:59 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Niles Jarrett
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
The specimen known as   9amirrorcan1canmirroram1 has re-grouped and
said its piece. It strives to resume a more "normal" Usenet identity
at this time nexus. The British punk video, so-called, has temporarily
enlightened this creature as to the ill-adapted nature of its
behaviors, therefore my activities are not entirely in vain; though it
is true, like a wingless fly at a locked window sill it remains
trapped in idle bewilderment. If the ooze of countless dead, festering
children could provide it sustenance, this hope would be over-shadowed
by the incessant urge to vomit/"create" bad poetry/lines; it therefore
urges suicide in all families. Though it can never escape the sweaty
putrid turmoil of its own damnation, it will, hopefully one day,
return to the nothingness that is at the core of this non-being-child,
or as some would argue the malignant child of an aborted and raped
fetus. Let he who be the judge cast the first stone, if there can be
any fun in stoning idle corpses on a Sunday. These are the facts.
Please proceed accordingly...
Talk much; say nothing...
Maybe your sudden urge to blurt uncontrollably
has something to do with the current rat population
up yer keaster.  You must have the keyboard positioned
in such a way as to have instant access as the anal
rat infestation count nears three and beyond.
At what point does the anal clock strike midnight for ratman?
Are there any vermin left in the literary sewers?
Or, have they all crawled up ratman's ass and died?
A feast of ratdeath up the ass of ratman.
Now THAT sounds like an atypical Sunday, even
for ratman.
:  )
A weak reply from a weak signal in the universe. But I thank you for
trying as you only affirm my statement as to the necessity of No More
Words each and every time you press enter. Select any given worm
festering inside your anal tract and ponder it for a minute to gain a
better perspective of just how it is that I see down upon you. You are
like a mold beneath a mold beneath a mold, one thousand-fold! How does
one breathe beneath such filth? That I can not answer, only to say
that time is of the essence, for the sorrow of your words sour rat
child.
BTW, since this is a poetry group, got any poems?
I've been hanging out here for, oh, the better part
of five years.  I've seen it all before, so maybe we can
skip to the part where you prove yourself by posting
the most awesome poem ever written.  You've seen
and judged my "shit"...your turn.
Or, I suppose you could proceed with the preset generic
flame replies, vague references to dead, wordless, sleepy newsgroups
and British punk youtube links.  I mean, with that kind
of originality, who needs poetry...right?
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,

Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?

Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-05 06:55:35 UTC
Permalink
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.

That's right...my shit isn't poetry. However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.

My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone. You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills. However, you say nothing with many
words. So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
and your ilk in this thread. Let's refresh your piece:

Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.

Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.


And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.


(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.) However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
You're living testament to that one fact:
It's in the title of your thread.

: )

It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem. So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman. I'm right on course.

Next...
Xathox Raoh
2011-07-05 07:35:12 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!

You are mistaken on many other levels, however. First of all, you
assume I am here to offer abuse. Not the case. I offer wisdom to all,
here and nowhere! Your short attention span causes you to forget that
you were the one to first abuse (quite at length). Yet I, in my
infinite and ongoing kindness, chose to ignore your peevish behavior.
But then you adhered to the agenda of forcing your neurotic activity
several times over (it is advised that you take review at your first
available convenience). The only outcome is that I took pity on your
troubled assault and volleyed back in loving, measured tone, and
humor. Do you not agree my child?

Yes, so you see, you are guilty of hypocrisy and the misfortune of
being only in error. I could point out my voluminous body of poetry,
as evidenced in "Does it Matter" and "Poems Written in Late June", et
al, but what would this solve after all? I told you my time here is
short. I am reminded by my associates to remember to walk in empathy
at each step, so I offer you again the opportunity to ask any
important questions at this time.

Good day.
Xathox Raoh
2011-07-05 07:53:55 UTC
Permalink
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
I joke rat child, I joke!

Mirth abounds
The earth around
Life is not a bore
But my wife...what a whore!
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-05 12:57:05 UTC
Permalink
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
I joke rat child, I joke!
Mirth abounds
The earth around
Life is not a bore
But my wife...what a whore!
I like that.

Do you have anything a little longer, more
involved? We're hungry for poetry at
this time. Anything you could do would
be appreciated.


: )
Xathox Raoh
2011-07-05 21:41:42 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
I joke rat child, I joke!
Mirth abounds
The earth around
Life is not a bore
But my wife...what a whore!
I like that.
Do you have anything a little longer, more
involved?  We're hungry for poetry at
this time. Anything you could do would
be appreciated.
I'll be sure to work that in, depending on your bi-polar cycle!
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-05 08:49:51 UTC
Permalink
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
You are mistaken on many other levels, however. First of all, you
assume I am here to offer abuse. Not the case. I offer wisdom to all,
here and nowhere! Your short attention span causes you to forget that
you were the one to first abuse (quite at length). Yet I, in my
infinite and ongoing kindness, chose to ignore your peevish behavior.
But then you adhered to the agenda of forcing your neurotic activity
several times over (it is advised that you take review at your first
available convenience). The only outcome is that I took pity on your
troubled assault and volleyed back in loving, measured tone, and
humor. Do you not agree my child?
Yes, so you see, you are guilty of hypocrisy and the misfortune of
being only in error. I could point out my voluminous body of poetry,
as evidenced in "Does it Matter" and "Poems Written in Late June", et
al, but what would this solve after all? I told you my time here is
short. I am reminded by my associates to remember to walk in empathy
at each step, so I offer you again the opportunity to ask any
important questions at this time.
Good day.
Ok, I'm just trying to understand something concerning
"does it matter"...are you referring to this thread?
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/browse_thread/thread/dead4920241397da/5a048c919d40e50a?lnk=gst&q=Does+it+Matter#

If so, where are you in it? If not, please provide me
with the thread you're referring to, that is if your "short time"
permits. I would appreciate it.

As far as your other "body of work", you must
be joking. If so, it's semi-funny. I sort of chuckled
a second ago. If you're accusing me of launching
out with the abusive language, please provide me with
the link. I believe it was you unless you're referring to
"duckshit". That was in reference to another poster
that had nothing to do with you. However, what
you wrote made me think of them. IOW, you made
a reference to "the clock of the anus strikes 3".
There are a ton of assumptions that could be drawn
from that phrase...duckshit was the first that came to
my mind. Sorry if I offended.

Good day right backatchya!
Will Dockery
2011-07-05 15:28:11 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
You are mistaken on many other levels, however. First of all, you
assume I am here to offer abuse. Not the case. I offer wisdom to all,
here and nowhere! Your short attention span causes you to forget that
you were the one to first abuse (quite at length). Yet I, in my
infinite and ongoing kindness, chose to ignore your peevish behavior.
But then you adhered to the agenda of forcing your neurotic activity
several times over (it is advised that you take review at your first
available convenience). The only outcome is that I took pity on your
troubled assault and volleyed back in loving, measured tone, and
humor. Do you not agree my child?
Yes, so you see, you are guilty of hypocrisy and the misfortune of
being only in error. I could point out my voluminous body of poetry,
as evidenced in "Does it Matter" and "Poems Written in Late June", et
al, but what would this solve after all? I told you my time here is
short. I am reminded by my associates to remember to walk in empathy
at each step, so I offer you again the opportunity to ask any
important questions at this time.
Good day.
Ok, I'm just trying to understand something concerning
"does it matter"...are you referring to this thread?http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/browse_thread...
If so, where are you in it?  If not, please provide me
with the thread you're referring to, that is if your "short time"
permits.  I would appreciate it.
As far as your other "body of work", you must
be joking.  If so, it's semi-funny.  I sort of chuckled
a second ago.  If you're accusing me of launching
out with the abusive language, please provide me with
the link.  I believe it was you unless you're referring to
"duckshit".  That was in reference to another poster
that had nothing to do with you.  However, what
you wrote made me think of them.  IOW,  you made
a reference to "the clock of the anus strikes 3".
There are a ton of assumptions that could be drawn
from that phrase...duckshit was the first that came to
my mind.  Sorry if I offended.
Good day right backatchya!
Glad we cleared alla that up.

--
Music & Poetry of Will Dockery & Friends:
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-05 19:33:54 UTC
Permalink
snip for relavance
Post by Will Dockery
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Good day right backatchya!
Glad we cleared alla that up.
--
snipduckspam for world peace
Me too.

Cleared what up?
Xathox Raoh
2011-07-05 21:53:13 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
You are mistaken on many other levels, however. First of all, you
assume I am here to offer abuse. Not the case. I offer wisdom to all,
here and nowhere! Your short attention span causes you to forget that
you were the one to first abuse (quite at length). Yet I, in my
infinite and ongoing kindness, chose to ignore your peevish behavior.
But then you adhered to the agenda of forcing your neurotic activity
several times over (it is advised that you take review at your first
available convenience). The only outcome is that I took pity on your
troubled assault and volleyed back in loving, measured tone, and
humor. Do you not agree my child?
Yes, so you see, you are guilty of hypocrisy and the misfortune of
being only in error. I could point out my voluminous body of poetry,
as evidenced in "Does it Matter" and "Poems Written in Late June", et
al, but what would this solve after all? I told you my time here is
short. I am reminded by my associates to remember to walk in empathy
at each step, so I offer you again the opportunity to ask any
important questions at this time.
Good day.
Ok, I'm just trying to understand something concerning
"does it matter"...are you referring to this thread?http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/browse_thread...
If so, where are you in it?  If not, please provide me
with the thread you're referring to, that is if your "short time"
permits.  I would appreciate it.
As far as your other "body of work", you must
be joking.  If so, it's semi-funny.  I sort of chuckled
a second ago.  If you're accusing me of launching
out with the abusive language, please provide me with
the link.  I believe it was you unless you're referring to
"duckshit".  That was in reference to another poster
that had nothing to do with you.  However, what
you wrote made me think of them.  IOW,  you made
a reference to "the clock of the anus strikes 3".
There are a ton of assumptions that could be drawn
from that phrase...duckshit was the first that came to
my mind.  Sorry if I offended.
Sounds like, what some may phrase, "reaching", does it not?
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Good day right backatchya!
You strike me as an odd mix of delusional and dishonest, for I have
already replied to your 27-lined monologue delving in with carnal
pleasures as to the how or why's that you view my being-ness, having
never communicated with me before, sparked only by your inability to
endure the irony of a simple poem written, and by doing so only adding
more irony to this, shall we say, humorous and ironic charade.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-05 23:04:00 UTC
Permalink
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
You are mistaken on many other levels, however. First of all, you
assume I am here to offer abuse. Not the case. I offer wisdom to all,
here and nowhere! Your short attention span causes you to forget that
you were the one to first abuse (quite at length). Yet I, in my
infinite and ongoing kindness, chose to ignore your peevish behavior.
But then you adhered to the agenda of forcing your neurotic activity
several times over (it is advised that you take review at your first
available convenience). The only outcome is that I took pity on your
troubled assault and volleyed back in loving, measured tone, and
humor. Do you not agree my child?
Yes, so you see, you are guilty of hypocrisy and the misfortune of
being only in error. I could point out my voluminous body of poetry,
as evidenced in "Does it Matter" and "Poems Written in Late June", et
al, but what would this solve after all? I told you my time here is
short. I am reminded by my associates to remember to walk in empathy
at each step, so I offer you again the opportunity to ask any
important questions at this time.
Good day.
Ok, I'm just trying to understand something concerning
"does it matter"...are you referring to this thread?http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/browse_thread...
If so, where are you in it?  If not, please provide me
with the thread you're referring to, that is if your "short time"
permits.  I would appreciate it.
As far as your other "body of work", you must
be joking.  If so, it's semi-funny.  I sort of chuckled
a second ago.  If you're accusing me of launching
out with the abusive language, please provide me with
the link.  I believe it was you unless you're referring to
"duckshit".  That was in reference to another poster
that had nothing to do with you.  However, what
you wrote made me think of them.  IOW,  you made
a reference to "the clock of the anus strikes 3".
There are a ton of assumptions that could be drawn
from that phrase...duckshit was the first that came to
my mind.  Sorry if I offended.
Sounds like, what some may phrase, "reaching", does it not?
Guilty
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Good day right backatchya!
You strike me as an odd mix of delusional and dishonest, for I have
already replied to your 27-lined monologue delving in with carnal
pleasures as to the how or why's that you view my being-ness, having
never communicated with me before, sparked only by your inability to
endure the irony of a simple poem written, and by doing so only adding
more irony to this, shall we say, humorous and ironic charade.
Your attempts at shoving your delusions of superiority in my
face with your trash talk prose replete with colorful metaphors
concerning my Kafkian "metamorphosis" has been fended off at each
junKture. Your three cent psychological make-up of me
has been a feeble attempt at projecting your own obvious
insecurities in my direction...namely, your delusions of
literary and intellectual superiority.

The reason you call me dishonest is because I stifle your
puny mind with blatant honesty. My ability to switch hit
at any time has thrown you off your game so much that by now
all you do is swing your bat into thin air before I've
even pitched the ball. IOW, you clearly don't recognize
how easy it is for me to laugh at myself. So, you do what most
idiots do and go on the attack when I've already shown
my imperviousness to ridicule. And, you keep coming
back for more where there is none.

So, you see, you're not very smart and you don't read
words or people very well. However, that is subject
to change. So, if at some point, I comment on a good
work by you, try to look at it as encouragement, not
hypocrisy. However, I don't expect many results there.
Your mental capacity to flow with conversations is
not very fine tuned at this time. Another thing subject
to change...Lord hear our prayer.

: )
Xathox Raoh
2011-07-06 00:58:59 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
The only thing I "dull out on" is you!
You are mistaken on many other levels, however. First of all, you
assume I am here to offer abuse. Not the case. I offer wisdom to all,
here and nowhere! Your short attention span causes you to forget that
you were the one to first abuse (quite at length). Yet I, in my
infinite and ongoing kindness, chose to ignore your peevish behavior.
But then you adhered to the agenda of forcing your neurotic activity
several times over (it is advised that you take review at your first
available convenience). The only outcome is that I took pity on your
troubled assault and volleyed back in loving, measured tone, and
humor. Do you not agree my child?
Yes, so you see, you are guilty of hypocrisy and the misfortune of
being only in error. I could point out my voluminous body of poetry,
as evidenced in "Does it Matter" and "Poems Written in Late June", et
al, but what would this solve after all? I told you my time here is
short. I am reminded by my associates to remember to walk in empathy
at each step, so I offer you again the opportunity to ask any
important questions at this time.
Good day.
Ok, I'm just trying to understand something concerning
"does it matter"...are you referring to this thread?http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/browse_thread...
If so, where are you in it?  If not, please provide me
with the thread you're referring to, that is if your "short time"
permits.  I would appreciate it.
As far as your other "body of work", you must
be joking.  If so, it's semi-funny.  I sort of chuckled
a second ago.  If you're accusing me of launching
out with the abusive language, please provide me with
the link.  I believe it was you unless you're referring to
"duckshit".  That was in reference to another poster
that had nothing to do with you.  However, what
you wrote made me think of them.  IOW,  you made
a reference to "the clock of the anus strikes 3".
There are a ton of assumptions that could be drawn
from that phrase...duckshit was the first that came to
my mind.  Sorry if I offended.
Sounds like, what some may phrase, "reaching", does it not?
Guilty
Post by Xathox Raoh
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
Good day right backatchya!
You strike me as an odd mix of delusional and dishonest, for I have
already replied to your 27-lined monologue delving in with carnal
pleasures as to the how or why's that you view my being-ness, having
never communicated with me before, sparked only by your inability to
endure the irony of a simple poem written, and by doing so only adding
more irony to this, shall we say, humorous and ironic charade.
Your attempts at shoving your delusions of superiority in my
face with your trash talk prose replete with colorful metaphors
concerning my Kafkian "metamorphosis" has been fended off at each
junKture.  Your three cent psychological make-up of me
has been a feeble attempt at projecting your own obvious
insecurities in my direction...namely, your delusions of
literary and intellectual superiority.
The reason you call me dishonest is because I stifle your
puny mind with blatant honesty.  My ability to switch hit
at any time has thrown you off your game so much that by now
all you do is swing your bat into thin air before I've
even pitched the ball.  IOW, you clearly don't recognize
how easy it is for me to laugh at myself.  So, you do what most
idiots do and go on the attack when I've already shown
my imperviousness to ridicule.  And, you keep coming
back for more where there is none.
So, you see, you're not very smart and you don't read
words or people very well.  However, that is subject
to change.  So, if at some point, I comment on a good
work by you, try to look at it as encouragement, not
hypocrisy.  However, I don't expect many results there.
Your mental capacity to flow with conversations is
not very fine tuned at this time.  Another thing subject
to change...Lord hear our prayer.
Nice try, cosmonaut of the infantile inner spaces! The only thing I
see you doing is "switch hitting" with reality in attempt to turn it
against your perceived foe. A sad preoccupation indeed. Realize you
are the one who brought about the humor levied upon you in pure fun
and irony. I can only hope that one day you will analyze yourself in
an honest light, not the prism of your convulsed ego and awkward gazes
at reason. But, I do note your concessions regarding my colorful
metaphors and admirations towards my poetry, so I refrain from further
"gouging of the hindquarters", as it were, with slicing blade.

I wish you well on your decrepit path! Could I end it any other way
other than with an insult? Here then: may you live one thousand years
among Usenet in pure undisturbed bliss (let no man poke fun at it
again!).
adamlynn
2011-07-07 18:52:01 UTC
Permalink
Post by 9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
snip
Post by Xathox Raoh
Dear rotted flesh of a baby's aborted brain,
Have you not already commented in a rather unequipped manner on one of
my poems? Have you not seen another poem I posted just last evening?
Are not my great poetic words and the generous sharing of wisdom in my
very replies enough for you? What more can I offer you in this short
period of time? Do you seek more writings so that your shallow brain
will can not absorb them but instead will continue to ooze droppings
upon the floor in rejection of universal truth and beauty?
Recall that it is you who admits to not writing poetry. Do you only
seek debasement of others? You are a hypocrite among hypocrites..
Again, what is it that ills you my child, so that one can be of
assistance?
Oh, so you do read.
That's right...my shit isn't poetry.  However, I can both read
poetry and know when something is or isn't a poem and
you, my friend, have yet to produce one on this thread or
any other as of late.
My guess is that it will never happen and that you're
here to dull out shit-talking, abusive prose with a
pseudo-archaic tone.  You believe yourself to be
superior based on what you believe to be excellent
writing skills.  However, you say nothing with many
words.  So, in essense, you were writing about yourself
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
(I apologize if this was your actual work that
you would like to be taken seriously.)  However,
Post by Xathox Raoh
Nothing is said
in these newsgroups.
So true, so true...and, that includes YOU!
Post by Xathox Raoh
Among these terabytes
of useless information,
nothing is said.
"Nothing" among other things.
"Other things" among unsung heroes like me.
Post by Xathox Raoh
And Terra is dead,
Terra is dead.
Terra The Terrible is indeed dead.
However, "nothing" is still said.
It's in the title of your thread.
:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-07 19:16:23 UTC
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:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
I love this bathroom stall wall.

Is that wrong?

: )
Hieronymous Corey
2011-07-07 21:04:31 UTC
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:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
I love this bathroom stall wall.
Is that wrong?
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"What's Love Got to Do with It" - T.T.
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-07 21:40:50 UTC
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I love this bathroom stall wall.
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"What's Love Got to Do with It" - T.T.
A lot if "all you need is love" and not much
if "love is a four letter word".

Of course, there's no way I'm smarter than you.
I'm obviously just here for the buttfukk.

: )
Hieronymous Corey
2011-07-08 09:06:13 UTC
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I love this bathroom stall wall.
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"What's Love Got to Do with It" - T.T.
A lot if "all you need is love" and not much
if "love is a four letter word".
Of course, there's no way I'm smarter than you.
I'm obviously just here for the buttfukk.
:  )
There's no may you're any dumber than me either. This I know as a
matter of personal fact. I am quite capable of stupid thoughts and
actions. If you know why you're here, you've got more going for you
than most.
adamlynn
2011-07-08 06:26:59 UTC
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:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
I love this bathroom stall wall.
Is that wrong?
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(As long as your love remains platonic) it's all good.
But should you find yourself with that down-low
irresistible itch PLEASE make sure to use protection.
Oh yeah; and don't forget to wash your hands when you're finished.
Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.

;)
9amirrorcan1canmirroram1
2011-07-08 13:43:29 UTC
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:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
I love this bathroom stall wall.
Is that wrong?
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(As long as your love remains platonic) it's all good.
But should you find yourself with that down-low
irresistible itch PLEASE make sure to use protection.
Oh yeah; and don't forget to wash your hands when you're finished.
Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.
;)
Well, I can assure you that I won't be humping the
stall wall anytime soon. However, if I do, I will heed
your advice.

As far as my ablutions are concerned, I usually just
use the shirt of a passerby. IOW, you've been very
helpful on more than one occasion. I don't think
I've ever formally thanked you, either. It's people
like you that make talking and writing shit really
worth while, Adam. Thanks a trillion.

: )
adamlynn
2011-07-08 19:06:34 UTC
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:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
I love this bathroom stall wall.
Is that wrong?
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(As long as your love remains platonic) it's all good.
But should you find yourself with that down-low
irresistible itch PLEASE make sure to use protection.
Oh yeah; and don't forget to wash your hands when you're finished.
Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.
;)
Well, I can assure you that I won't be humping the
stall wall anytime soon.  However, if I do, I will heed
your advice.
As far as my ablutions are concerned, I usually just
use the shirt of a passerby.  IOW, you've been very
helpful on more than one occasion.  I don't think
I've ever formally thanked you, either.  It's people
like you that make talking and writing shit really
worth while, Adam.  Thanks a trillion.
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No thanks are necessary Matthew; I live to swerve.
=z=
2011-07-09 05:32:45 UTC
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:  )
It's not poetry, but it's a response to a non-poem
with a non-poem.  So, you see, I'm not a hypocrite
after all, ratman.  I'm right on course.
Next...
Matt, my friend, your shit IS poetry. The feces you deposit
in this toilet bowl called aapc is the distillation
of your experience. That turd that won't flush was once,
I don't know, maybe some fowl. Someday, perhaps, a
beautiful fragrant flower will bloom from the fertilizer. Keep the
faith, and shit on, brother.
I love this bathroom stall wall.
Is that wrong?
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(As long as your love remains platonic) it's all good.
But should you find yourself with that down-low
irresistible itch PLEASE make sure to use protection.
Oh yeah; and don't forget to wash your hands when you're finished.
Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.
;)
Well, I can assure you that I won't be humping the
stall wall anytime soon.  However, if I do, I will heed
your advice.
As far as my ablutions are concerned, I usually just
use the shirt of a passerby.  IOW, you've been very
helpful on more than one occasion.  I don't think
I've ever formally thanked you, either.  It's people
like you that make talking and writing shit really
worth while, Adam.  Thanks a trillion.
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................
and in the end

the shit you take

is equal to the shit

you make

.................................................

‘her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but she doesn't have shit to say

her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but shit changes from day to day

i wanna tell her that i love her a lot
but i got a real belly full of shit

her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
some day i’m gonna’ make her shite mine, oh yeah
some day i’m gonna’ make her shite mine’...

8 (
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2011-07-09 16:01:44 UTC
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and in the end
the shit you take
is equal to the shit
you make
.................................................
‘her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but she doesn't have shit to say
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but shit changes from day to day
i wanna tell her that i love her a lot
but i got a real belly full of shit
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
some day i’m gonna’ make her shite mine, oh yeah
some day i’m gonna’ make her shite mine’...
8 (
Yes, it's weird how everything you write turns to shit.

: :
=z=
2011-07-09 22:24:14 UTC
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................
and in the end
the shit you take
is equal to the shit
you make
.................................................
‘her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but she doesn't have shit to say
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but shit changes from day to day
i wanna tell her that i love her a lot
but i got a real belly full of shit
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
some day i’m gonna’ make her shite mine, oh yeah
some day i’m gonna’ make her shite mine’...
8 (
Yes, it's weird how everything you write turns to shit.
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aw, shit matt-er...you're just jealous...but anyway...likewise i'm
sure... * )
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