that would be chas-ed, twatface. In what dimension does "chased" have two syllables? "Chaste", a homonym of "chased" has one syllable as well. How many fingers are you really? 12, I just think you can't count 'em right. Hugs 'n' kisses, bumblefuck.
Twatface... hmmm... probably not but interesting concept. The way I say it and people around me say it it comes out as 2 syllables (The "ed" comes out as a strong "tugh" sound thus giving another vowel sound.) but if you wish you can make it one. I can see how it would work. How many fingers am I? If fingers are symbolic for years then I'm 21. If I have trouble counting to one than I have some real hardships ahead. (When "Bumblefuck" is used as a name, as in your comment, it gets a capital b.;)) I apologize for trying to offer help. XoXo, Assmuch.
you seem to have an odd accent. 'Chased' can be 'chaste' or 'chased', however if it's the latter, it is best to indicate this. All things said, I love the term 'Assmuch'. I may change 'razorgrin' to 'assmuch'. maybe.
i wondered about the cat hiding in the branches, and found this strangely parallel universe, where yggdrasil is not a tree, but an institute that researches uranium:
http://www.earthisland.org/yggdrasil/uep.html
now my question: is the salivation due to radiation damage in the soft tissues of the mouth, or is the cat ringing a bell in the treetops as the isotope decays?
The uranium thing is mighty creepy. Agents of Loki, perhaps?
Both possibilities are valid, there's always the possibilities of third variables. Seriously, though, the poeme is about my frustration at the fact that psychology courses here focus only on the medical and behaviourist perspective. The cat is a representative of the school of thought given as little credit as psychoanalysis: quantum mechanics. that's it. no more symbolism, just dirty limericks and cthulhu from here on in.
Do you know any other adjectives besides 'crap'? The purpose of this godforsaken site is to "rank" the poemes of others. This involves voting and commenting. Not as much a 'game' as constructive criticism. Your poemes were self-indulgent, masturbatory crap and I called you on it. Grow the fuck up.
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http://www.earthisland.org/yggdrasil/uep
now my question: is the salivation due to radiation damage in the soft tissues of the mouth, or is the cat ringing a bell in the treetops as the isotope decays?
Both possibilities are valid, there's always the possibilities of third variables. Seriously, though, the poeme is about my frustration at the fact that psychology courses here focus only on the medical and behaviourist perspective. The cat is a representative of the school of thought given as little credit as psychoanalysis: quantum mechanics. that's it. no more symbolism, just dirty limericks and cthulhu from here on in.
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