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oedipus is raising a pint to me now (Haiku) by <~> at ease and pleased, he
made me feel like i was home.
once removed, he was.
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Posted: October 18, 2002 6:32 PM PDT; Last modified: October 18, 2002 6:32 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.0569563 Overall Rank: 1186 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.211.216
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18-Oct-02/7:03 PM
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Yea wel,l Oedipus didn't know what he was doing, you on the other hand...
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<~> @ 67.84.171.10
> god'swife
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18-Oct-02/7:07 PM
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did not happen, will not happen. i raised a pint to oedipus when i wrote it, mrs.g.
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god'swife @ 209.179.211.216
> <~>
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18-Oct-02/7:29 PM
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I know darling.
this is a joke, right? or some sort of less-than-slow descent into madness?
well, it's supposed to make you feel a little sick when you read it. eww.
This is very sly, zin.
Very complex!
How're your parents?
divorced, of course. the poem is more and less than it appears. think of it as the frayed hem of the fatal arras that unlucky polonius chose. watch for more. oedipus is working on his archery, and writing about it, and i have some new slots to fill on the reanker. i like having a theme.
To Oedipus!e
ha, very clever.
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