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Belgium and rose tears (Other) by SupremeDreamer
I fifteen then and Belgium was beautiful. My mothers apartment happened to be located between the two rivers of Liege, with a perfect view from the gallery. One could see the bridge, cafes, and the many different boats gliding across the grey waters. My eyes were not occupied with such sights though, since Chantal took to her guilt with a glass of gin again. It was strange to see her in that condition- what I mean is she was not lashing out, which is what I was used to. She sat in her floral couch crying in silence, and looking to me for an answer- to what, I might never know. Lee, when I was sick as a little girl my father would buy a small cake, and pour milk over it- so I could swallow it, my throat was.. whats the word for it again? Sore? She was silent for a moment, then barely nodded, sniffling. You know, its the only memory I have of him, thats good... Why doesn't he answer my letters? Why does he send back my gifts Lee? Why? I stood there, unable to answer feeling uncomfortable since I was used to avoiding her when she got in such a state- Memory recalled how unstable she is at such moments. She so desperately wanted me to show some sort of affection. She needed comfort, and I trembled tempted to turn away and leave- but my shaky arms embraced her slowly taking a seat by her, letting her sway in my arms. A few minutes later she pulled away and asked me to bring her a blanket. After that she laid out right there on that old thing, covered herself and asked that I leave her in peace. I started on my way to a cafe, her voice paused me a moment, Lee, thank you... so much, I... I'm sorry. Its ok mamman, its ok.

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Posted: October 28, 2003 11:34 PM PST; Last modified: October 28, 2003 11:34 PM PST
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[8] Shuushin @ 147.154.235.52 | 29-Oct-03/6:13 AM | Reply
Nicely penned prose. Absotively.

Would be a nice bit within a short story, I'm sure.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.175.127 > Shuushin | 29-Oct-03/5:01 PM | Reply
well.. if you check out Maman: Psychic Tophet, youll see that theres already a.. "story", infact quite a long one.
[8] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 > SupremeDreamer | 29-Oct-03/7:33 PM | Reply
is that a web page? wondering why story is in quotes.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.169.124 > Shuushin | 8-Nov-03/5:24 AM | Reply
the quotes are because my Psychic Tophet post is REALLY FUCKING LONG - more of a story than a poem.. though its written in poetic verse, and goes into some detail about my childhood experience with my mother.

Rose tears just happens to be the one of my few good memories of her- visiting her in belgium after having not spoken to her in 3 years after my father divorced her. I figured she deserved to have one of the few good moments posted- since everything else I've written concerning her isnt at all flattering.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.102 | 29-Oct-03/6:52 AM | Reply
Pretentious guff.
[8] richa @ 81.86.236.15 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 29-Oct-03/12:12 PM | Reply
what is it pretending to be?
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.102 > richa | 29-Oct-03/12:18 PM | Reply
A wistful reflection on love-soaked days of idealistic youth, moist with echoes of yearning and draped in a cloak spun from the shadows of lost hope, encapsulated in the plump apple of silence that shines on the end of the purest branch of the brownest tree of the glade of earthly wisdom.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.175.127 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 29-Oct-03/5:02 PM | Reply
now thats a load of crap. can you get more cliche darkie? or would you like some of my help?
[n/a] Wobble McFly @ 195.157.153.253 > SupremeDreamer | 30-Oct-03/1:19 AM | Reply
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!???!?!??!?

You are the biggest dunce in the whole world!!?!??!!!
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.169.124 > Wobble McFly | 8-Nov-03/5:31 AM | Reply
No- I've been informed by the legion of dunces that you happen to have that title. It was stated in a letter complaining about my purported membership and rank, threatening to discredit my status of dunce and all that.. which really amused me, its odd for idiots be so formal and... well, polite in such a pointless letter.

Toodles
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.175.127 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 29-Oct-03/4:55 PM | Reply
guff?

pretentious? well dark, my memories are not hopefull longings, imaginary wishes. i find it pompouse of you to think yourself capable of determining whether or not it is. Why not keep your opinion to yourself when it comes to my personal writes? Because i have no desire to discuss it with you, of all people.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.102 > SupremeDreamer | 30-Oct-03/4:26 AM | Reply
Because, you monumental retard, for the 400th time, if you post your "personal writes" on a public poetry forum, PEOPLE WILL TELL YOU WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT THEM. You're such a dunce that it hurts. You plainly don't 'have no desire' to discuss your poetry with me, because that's basically all you've done since you joined the site. You're a failure in every way, my lad.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.169.124 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 8-Nov-03/5:48 AM | Reply
Let me help you comprehend what i meant by PERSONAL writes, since you seem to be too slow to catch my drift:

I don't wish to discuss my posts concerning childhood memories of my mother/father with you- you can bother me with your inane slandering on my other poetry to your hearts desire. Simply put, I don't want to debate about whether my memories are "guff" or not, specially since you commented such just to prey on a touchy post of mine.

Oh, and repeatedly saying im stupid and a failure will never have the effect your aiming for darkie- nor will it make such comments fact. Your Monumentally Obsessed, over me.. and was it not you who boasted about me becoming to emotionaly captured over yourself? Its amazing how things actually turn out.





And I've done MUCH more than just ramble on with you over the little arguements you bring up- your not the center of my poemranker universe.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 163.1.146.16 > SupremeDreamer | 9-Nov-03/10:58 AM | Reply
Look fucktard: why the fuck are you telling me what you mean by PERSONAL writes? What the fuck has that got to do with anything? Where in Sodomy did I say anything that suggested I was somehow distorting your idea of what constituted a PERSONAL write? Where have I been "too slow to catch your drift"? What the hell are you on about?

The issue at hand is that you posted your PERSONAL writes on a public poetry ranking website, so one can only assume you want people to tell you what they think of them. In truth, you don't want to know what people think of them - you just want people to say they like them. Perhaps there should be another poeme category - next to "Pimple" - called "Personal". "Personal" writes are deemed to be above all scrutiny, and any ranker who reads said "Personal" write is obliged to post either a single, laudatory comment or nothing at all. What to you think about that, fucknut?
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.182.128 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 9-Nov-03/6:38 PM | Reply
Honestly? that you that you seem to not understand that it isn't "people" i dont want to know think of my personal writes- ITS YOU.

If someone else wanted to say something bad- then fine, but not you. You have irritated me to a point, that i really don't want to hear it anymore... yes, your that annoying, and you comment on pieces like this just to annoy me- meaning YOUR input is worthless.

thats what i think, shithead- and thats the TRUTH- not what you think it is, the real truth.

REPEAT: this is about YOU- not anyother ranker here-so get that in your miniscule brain.


[10] ?-Dave_Mysterious-? @ 163.1.234.221 | 29-Oct-03/5:37 PM | Reply
Belgium is a beautiful place. I wrote a lot of my best poetry when I was staying there. I spent a lot of time in St. Gile's Cafe - have you ever been there?
[n/a] Wobble McFly @ 195.157.153.253 > ?-Dave_Mysterious-? | 30-Oct-03/1:17 AM | Reply
Ah yes! That famous monument to "St. Gile". You nonce.

[n/a] Wobble McFly @ 195.157.153.253 > Wobble McFly | 30-Oct-03/1:18 AM | Reply
Incidentally, I was there last week, eating fifteen sausages, twelve eggs, one hundred thousand chips, a million baked beans, and one very small piece of toast. And I saw you! Fellating the greasy Italian man behind the counter! OMG LOL ASL!?!??!?!!?
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 163.1.146.105 > Wobble McFly | 30-Oct-03/3:29 AM | Reply
Sausages, eh? Did you know that the word "Scotch Egg" is redundant with respect to the language consisting of the set of all English words U {kiev}? In discussions with a colleague concerning the nature of a "Chicken Kiev Kiev", we stumbled upon the following results. They have been described by several noted academics as "startling".

(i) An X Kiev is an outer shell, consisting of pulped X coated in breadcrumbs, surrounding some Y.

(ii) In the case of Chicken Kiev, we obviously instantiate X with "Chicken" and Y with that white sauce they put in the middle.

(iii) A Scotch Egg is in fact the same as a Sausage Kiev with Y instantiated with "Egg"

(iv) Let L be the language consisting of the set of all English words U {kiev}. The word "Scotch Egg" is redundant with respect to L.
[n/a] Wobble McFly @ 195.157.153.253 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 30-Oct-03/4:16 AM | Reply
Wow. Incidentally, sausage kiev is available in Natalie's Marriage Agency gift shop, along with a wine called "Bastardo", a wine called "Last Supper", a chocolate squirrel, and a pie made from "crepitating globules". It's all true:

http://ma-natalie.com/gifts.html
The conclusion was actually that a scotch egg is merely a sausage kiev surrounding a boiled egg.
Stop quibbling with your other half and answer me this one question.

Assuming that you had to buy one item from Natalie's Marriage Agency, which of the following items would you buy?

(a) The wine called "Bastardo"
(b) The wine called "Last Supper"
(c) A chocolate squirrel
(d) A pie made from "crepitating globules"
(e) A wife
(f) A sausage kiev

Feel free to browse at http://ma-natalie.com
[n/a] ho_hum @ 129.169.158.50 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 6-Nov-03/2:59 AM | Reply
As fine as this piece of argument is, I'm afraid I must post the following refutation.

The underlying assumption made by -=Dark_Angel=- is that an X Kiev is 'an outer shell, consisting of pulped X, coated in breadcrumbs, surrounding some Y'. This argument, however, is false. Y is not specifically declared, and thus must be global. All references to Kiev must therefore use the same Y. A sausage Kiev, therefore, is and outer shell consisting of pulped sausage (surely simply sausage meat - another logical slip perhaps; Is a sausage or part thereof actually pulped?) coated in breadcrumbs surrounding some white sauce that they put in the middle. This is quite different to a scotch egg.

It is worth noting that when Kiev is instantiated with no argument the default output is a city in Eastern Europe that is neither pulped nor surrounded by breadcrumbs, thus Kiev is overloaded and the implicit assumption that a Sausage Kiev would be similar to a Chicken Kiev is questionable. Sausage Kiev may well be a city surrounded by pulped sausage. This area would benefit from further research.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.103 > ho_hum | 6-Nov-03/6:49 AM | Reply
Kiev(x) := Pulped x, surrounded by breadcrumbs, and if x = chicken, containing some white sauce that they put in the middle.

Kiev() is not overloaded, as 'Kiev' is not a function, it is a pointer to a city in eastern Europe. The language describing the universe has separate namespaces for functions and variables.

As for your concern about whether it should be a sausage Kiev or, perhaps, a Pork Kiev, ask yourself this: Is a chicken or part thereof actually pulped in the manufacture of a chicken Kiev?
[n/a] ho_hum @ 129.169.158.50 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 6-Nov-03/8:39 AM | Reply
The axiomatic form of your reasoning was not immediately clear, however I accept your response.

As for your third paragraph, however, it simply depends on the quality of the kiev. Mechanically separated chicken or lovingly hand made fillet/breast creations? I think you ponderings on the nature of Kiev(x), will be greatly helped by you seeking out more lovingly hand made examples.



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