Don't listen to people like me. I'm a crank, that's why. My mind is part of the lunatic fringe, and I'll tell you weird things until your ears fall off. People like me, we're dangerous. We've got nutty ideas and are always trying to rope you normal, healthy people into our bizarre schemes and world-views. Sometimes, it even sounds like we may be right about the strange things we say, but really, it's not worth all the babble.
Why am I telling you this? I don't know, I really don't. I'm a lunatic crank, a madman, and every day I think about the sort of things that you only think about in your deepest dreams, those odd, funky things that you can never quite remember when you wake up but sure seemed interesting at the time. And whatever forces occupy this lunatic fringe are telling me to tell you that you ought to stay away. The chaos of the crazy world produces nutcases of all kinds, and this particular nutcase is telling you to stay sane. Don't do anything too crazy, keep most of your ideas to yourself, don't read too many books, watch plenty of tv, and plug your ears and hum when people like me start talking.
Everything will be fine.
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Stratify,
The individuals compressed
Smooth, pleasant, consistent
Boring
Detestable
Too large, the structure warps
Bent,
The creases fatigue
Break
Shards scatter
Scintillating, sharp
Beauty
They settle to the bottom
And stratify.
CRITICIZE MY WORK YOU WORTHLESS CUNT SWABS.
Your poetry is a reflection of your deeply maladjusted manias; Disjointed, negative, wildly out of touch with reality.
Start taking prozac immediately.
your a brilliant poet.
Too much use of the letter "B".
I fucking hate poetry.
I like it. Reminds me of the fact that we live lives not worth living because the stupidiy of mass society pollutes our thought proceses an eats our souls.
Never take prozac. MAOI inhibitors are a plague.
I think I'm gonna spew.
But in a good way.
Too many commas and not enough semi-colons, em-dashes or parentheses. Grammar can be fun! Even if you're going for that ranting breathless type of feel.
Content OK but nothing revolutionary.
Quote from: Panpangoat on May 07, 2008, 04:13:49 AM
I like it. Reminds me of the fact that we live lives not worth living because the stupidiy of mass society pollutes our thought proceses an eats our souls.
Never take prozac. MAOI inhibitors are a plague.
SITTIN' IN 8TH PERIOD THOUGHT I WAS IN TROUBLE
DEAN CALLED ME ON THE LOUD SPEAKER ON THE DOUBLE
I STEPPED IN HER OFFICE, AND WAS LIKE "YES MRS. MCCLARKSON?"
SHE ALL LIKE "GIRL I RAN OUTTA LIP GLOSS AND
WRITE DOWN WHERE CHOO GET CHOSE FROM
CUZ I MUST ADMIT
DAT BUBBLEGUM
IS POPPIN"
IS POPPIN?
IS POPPIN.
(SHE AIN'T FRONTIN')
:lulz:
Quote from: Naughty Nasturtiums on May 09, 2008, 05:29:46 AM
Quote from: Panpangoat on May 07, 2008, 04:13:49 AM
I like it. Reminds me of the fact that we live lives not worth living because the stupidiy of mass society pollutes our thought proceses an eats our souls.
Never take prozac. MAOI inhibitors are a plague.
SITTIN' IN 8TH PERIOD THOUGHT I WAS IN TROUBLE
DEAN CALLED ME ON THE LOUD SPEAKER ON THE DOUBLE
I STEPPED IN HER OFFICE, AND WAS LIKE "YES MRS. MCCLARKSON?"
SHE ALL LIKE "GIRL I RAN OUTTA LIP GLOSS AND
WRITE DOWN WHERE CHOO GET CHOSE FROM
CUZ I MUST ADMIT
DAT BUBBLEGUM
IS POPPIN"
IS POPPIN?
IS POPPIN.
(SHE AIN'T FRONTIN')
WHAT YOU KNOW 'BOUT ME?
WHAT YOU, WHAT YOU KNOW 'BOUT ME?
IZ DAT MUH LIP GLOZZ BE KEWL
MUH LIPGLOSS BE POPPIN 8)
IM STANDIN AT MY LOCKER
AND ALL THE BOYS KEEP STOPPIN
why oh WHYYYY do we know these words?
And here I thought it was an original creation.
I'm so glad I avoid the radio.