Bluemonkey
on Friends without Faces by Sunshine Conkey
26 Jan 2005, 12:31 PM
cute.
i like this
-mega
i like this
-mega
Your green nesting box lies with my red one (shurely no pun could be intended) so you must be responding to me. I can't understand many things, some of them I call zodiacian, even Dovinian.
I like a good song and hate to complain in the middle of a hill-billy gittin-back-tagether tune, but if you remember all this in Verse 1, why don't you remember any of it in Verse 3? An' ain't it presumptious of y'all askin' her ta cancel her New Years plans and all. You'uns stay with us, hear. It ain't all that bad.
All three of you are drunk and seeing double.
Thanks, J. You would not want to tangle with her. The best advice I can offer is buy her expensive gifts and treat her like a lady.
The weeping mumbles of he who is stricken with writers block...
Never give up.
God's got sumpthang, etc. -8-
I remember ordering dinner at a Ponderosa Steakhouse in Dallas. The waitress stopped me in mid-sentence to tell me, "Y'all sure do talk funny." I guess it goes both ways. Sorry to mention that "Y'all sure do talk funny."
Amen.
Do you call everything that you can't understand "Shakespearian"?
It's poetic use of greek mythology... not too hard to follow, even if you don't know greek mytho, look up the gods mentioned and you should be able to gather the gist and direction of the arrow mam.
Nothing personal, I'm no fan of Shakespeare either, but it's not the dreaded Achilles heel of my existence, Zeusian electric grudge aside, that it personifies that which bewilders me.
Stephen you are such a knob jockey
1) Sindy dolls is with an S not a C
2) If you actually put the same amount of thought into your critique as I did writing this then your comment would be worth taking seriously.
3) Reading your poetry is like wading through muck.
Good day to you.
It's Cindy, not Sindy - God if you're going to write about kids issues at least have the bedrock of your poem secured before trying to make a "point" about some disgusting serpent which spits pearl islands.
Honestly, what a lot of nonsense.
evanesced auspice. There goes a suggestion from my asshat sir.
Left trembling my friend.. shrivelled from shivering. Ten.
PS: Last stanza is sublime, I just love it. "pulled from the cunt of life..." Fucking brilliant.
Our troubles gone? what? eh? Hay, fate has a funny sense of humor, as for racism plugging ears, "Rapping the words we're afraid to hear", After 2pac went down, Eminem snatched the torch and blazed an inferno that leaves makavelli consumed, drowning in the ashes, his tombstone engraved with the title of "old skool."
Schizo life gets old when your pals reflect the split persona which is you, yourself, twisted and torn in the delusion of "them".
But anyway, you gave me a few giggles, so have a seven.
If this were posted as a pimple, I'd be inclined to say that this poem is "brilliant", and created by one who has the pen-stroke of a genius.
You deserve a specially meaty hat for "I who is the anti-christ".