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A hard life (Free verse) by INTRANSIT From pristine shelter
into stoic virgin vastness
Travelling through
the whiteness of time
standing still.
To tunnel
into an individual world
and sit staring
jigging.
A pull.
Finger tracing
the hash marked flesh
and freedoming.
Striking
bundling
returning
To his sweet prune
and raisins
that use
Nothing more.
Up the ladder:
My One True Love
Down the ladder:
A Puzzling Girl
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Posted: December 11, 2002 5:53 PM PST; Last modified: December 13, 2002 7:52 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0238404 Overall Rank: 7383 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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11-Dec-02/7:34 PM
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possibly, holding more meaning than an incubus song.d
. Is this about horus8? "and sit staring
jigging" this made me bend over with laughter. Granted the third vodka tonic helped, but this is comic genius. A work of heartbreaking staggering genius.
why are you clinging to that book title all day? it's old news i read it a year or two ago if my memory serves me correctly, which it does...let me guess? it's your favorite book because you wrote it. i'll fucking match your three gin and t's and raise you a six pack of fosters.t
I have not read it actually. I just find the tile well amusing. And drinking is a gentlemanly activity that is done 1) while competing, say over a game of billiards or 2) over a good conversation, which varies with the amount ingested. It is not to be taken as a sport. Where are you manners?
it is a disappointing book. it starts out well, but in the end, loses itself in itself. it is too much genius for its own good. but it is a fast read.
Is it fiction? It has a stupid title? Have you read Jonathan Ames?
amusing or not, you're quoting the title incorrectly.
So what. Did I put quotation marks around it: no. Did my point come across with the desired effect: yes.
whatever your point may have been, old chomp.
No but I'm glad I can at least make you laugh.
where is the rose poem?
you frustrate me! leave it be!
it's not about the son of osiris and clitiris he was paraded on pillows and spoiled by the slee-stacks the hardest thing he's ever felt ever was a ten and a half inch hard black idaho blackened po-tat-oe shaped like an obelisk squatters most scrumptuous fantasy an bigger obelisk. unless the raison is gay penis and the prune is the purse.e
I see, so you are drunk too.
who isn't? please!
i don't think you could mean "auger." it's a noun, the tool, not the act. you might mean "augur," but that doesn't make much sense either.
definitely not the u-r meaning. personally I dont see a problem with my usage. fully aware of what you are saying though.
changed. Anything else that might help?
i like "tunneling" much better. clears things up, although that's what i thought you meant all along. i have nothing else to pick on here. i like this very much.
Z's teaching me how to use the iron. Watch for more improvements.
And, thank you.
http://www.gangbox.com/mp3/thorn%20apple%20the%20baby%20fat.mp3
nice retouches here's a x-mas present. enjoy.
liked your Eskimo and Fish poem much more, used many of the same lines and ideas.
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