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skeedle leee deedle leeee doooooo!!!!!

ha ha

sorry i couldn't shtick around for 50 posts. maybe there would've been a cake or something?!!

HAIL ERIS! and all that mumbo jumbo....

die in a fire. yeah. i hear that alot. come up with something more creative.
how about DIE TWISTING IN AGONY STICKING YOUR TONGUE IN AN ELECTRIC OUTLET WHILE MOLTEN LAVA IS POURED IN YOUR POCKET AND COOCOO BIRDS PECK OUT YER EYES!!!!

this name calling and bickering is all very childish. blah blah blah.

"they will completely deconstruct your poems line by line and tell you WHY it's utter crap."

utter crap reminds me of bullshit. how gnow the brown chao munches upongst the sweet green grass.
such sweet smelling nonsense. mu.

flowers for you?




anyway... exactly! it is EXACTLY this line for line deconstruction of poetry that i reject! the old tired aesthetics have to go!

it's like tearing apart a flower to make it smell better.
and at it's best....



eh. to each hir own. you enjoy deconstructing poetry line for line and finessing it to make it better.
wunderful. you can do that tired ol shtick for another 16 years if you like yer bread n jam that wayzywootz.
hoo am i to say nay? not I. not I.

have fun!

anyway i won't bother anybody here anymore. i've decided Discordia isn't really for me. I reject the dogmatic-undogma of my unfaith and give my tongue to the smiling cat. I'm off to join a beginning writers group or something. Art is good therapy. It's been essential to my various mental conditions!

have a nice life. or don't.

p.s. - I've died in more fires than you'll ever know.

I'm not interested in your childish fraternity hazing games. especially when the beer is as flat as what i've found here.

me thinks i smelt it sed soooo lervley az this.... "black sheep are still sheep" are they knot?

What interests me are poets that respond to poetry with poetry and that want to build on each other's wirkz.
inspiring each other. if there are any here.

I'm not into sitting around and sucking each other's empty headed dix while they jerk off their egos for as you call it "attention whoring threads".

(kindly fucking off now with rancid spooge trails....)

i understand. you only wanted someone to help you with your grammer. (intentionally misspelled)

or maybe some empty praise for what you wrote.
here's some flattery so that maybe you will like me....

you didn't want an honest. creative response. that might steal your "show".

once again.... i apologize.

yer a good writer and stuff.

I pace on your front porch
because i burned down my house
inhaling your second hand smoke.
It's been 8 months since i quit
and not a day goes by that i don't want one.
I croak. I caw. Its not a song but it still has rhythm.
I empty my head so that something
new will rattle my skull.

cheese sandwiches again?
fnert fnert fnert.
chew it up.

oh. that wasn't a cheese sandwich.

staring into the dry well
I realize the uselessness of this afternoon.
But bumping into someone is never a waste of my time.
I'll follow the next passing insect over the wall.

Each ending I track down is
a frayed bit of string quietly asking for a kite.

I could hate this computer.
I could hate this whiskey.
I could hate this paycheck.
I could hate you.
But I getalong with whatever the devil gives me.
And hate is just a disappointed bitter angry love.
I'm too bored and exhausted for that.

The fool's wisdumb doesn't bloom from gravity.
The wisdumb comes from learning to throw yourself at the ground and missing.
The dream has been dreaming while the fool has been sleeping.
What's so wise about waking if you were already living the dream?
neither of us were ever really here anyway.

and when he muttered "Smirkadelphia is my home"
they said "you aren't funny"
and he laughed because there never was any joke.

oops.

sorry.

i meant... "i really like your poem"

a priest walked into a bar... and split his head open... on it.

as a nertwurbbled noob fully bathed in the glowing ploysnurch of my own gagflorious being...
i shurt like to offer this final piece of advice to the noobs of this forum in a noobish sharing of joyful noodle stewage...

early in a Discordian's pilgrimage a discordian should go forth and relish a pickle on a bun.



http://picklesurprise.ytmnd.com/

knowt: this erz only an appetizer to the pre-final unhelpful tip.

this prolly belongs in the "what i had for lunch" thread.
but it tickles my pickle to drop here.

i am here for the watermelon cutting ceremonies.

all my artz is up for grabz in yer zine thingy. please gank them at will.

i just downloaded the first issue of intermittenz and will read it while my boss works very hard.

Happy Snervleblort Day!!!


artz is serious. this is not an artz.

oooh.... yerp. buttony thang. wootza wootza hey...

now there will be trouble.

yerp? like with the buttony thang?

ermz... how to for post the picturingz in theez realmses?

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