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making/creating/writing + solitary + enjoyment + exposure + beginning + middle + conclusion= self-pleasure/masturbation/libidinal motive= the universe

Well I just wrote a poem from the point of view of a speck of dust and I can't say it has left me at all orgasmic
 
And the inhabitants of the dust speck? How do you know your putting them in your poem that will likely be exposed for any and all eyes, did not create an immediate planet-wide orgy? It could still be going on as we speak.
 
oh dear is that wise?
BTW Did I hear somewheres that you can't link to outside websites? does that count on your signature too?
 
You're right, probably not wise. The custodian would go on strike.
Linking to outside website: I think that's an iffy. Probably depends on the Whats, whos, and whys. I think if it's something you yourself are connected to and in some ways can apply to what you do here, it's okay. But I could be wrong. Better ask someone more qualified.
 
Oh and I was outside sublimating libidinal energies into an ax which I then channeled into hunks of wood, and I had some furtherances to the earlier blurts about... well you know. Yes it's more than that. That was just one possible speck to make up an answer that's really zillions of answers all bundled up and zinging around so fast they're hard to snatch up. Something like, when someone offers up something they wrote or painted or composed or anything, they are giving some little piece of themselves. If I take it and stick it in the back pocket of my imagination... it's that imagination's possession that it can do with whatever it wishes. A feminine fragment might inspire certain flavors and ideas and a masculine fragment might inspire others. They might get together and make another which could of course contain varying degrees of both, feminine and masculine. So, it probably isn't so simple. Maybe if the feminine fragments have been used up or they are all tuckered out, the masculine fragments are craving some feminine company. So then a feminine-made poem might be like a special energy malt beverage to pour into the imagination so the masculine fragments have something to do to keep them out of trouble.
 
Um. Let's see.

A cigar-smoking, cokehead hypnotist invites me to make myself comfortable on his couch.

Don't believe that's a field I care to walk into.

Bring another slice of key lime pie and an erotic poem written by a chick.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a headache.
 
morning morning

was sleeping on those thoughts

might have a better way to say what, in a vicious struggle with devices of restraint, the mad struggle creating no small emanation of confusion, I was trying to say yesterday. As always I was swept in the elation of the moment and spoke too soon.

A diagram-sketch would really do more than words.

See, I could have offered something like Music= everything else. Or connects or can be connected.

to jump ahead, it could be summed as,

Anything=Anything else.

That's what I was getting at.

Connecting dots. That too. Connect the right dots and one dot can lead to anywhere.

Oh yes.
 
This is a long winter. Please feel better soon.


By the way I glanced at your Speck of Dust poem. Confirms everything. No, I didn't happen to find it erotic. But someone else may have. It was all those brothers. Now, if they'd been sisters...
 
Just a hasty hello before I return to my absurd workload.
Just 120 articles... short, 400 word articles. no problem. 2 weeks? what? are you insane?
Apparently, I am.
Halfway through now...one day short of a week.. will see sunlight again some day.

Excellent poems today, guys.
been missing you all.
:rose:
 
gymnasts?

Nubile not mobile lol you know virginal or to be correct marriageable

Just a hasty hello before I return to my absurd workload.
Just 120 articles... short, 400 word articles. no problem. 2 weeks? what? are you insane?
Apparently, I am.
Halfway through now...one day short of a week.. will see sunlight again some day.

Excellent poems today, guys.
been missing you all.
:rose:

Hi there to you too wondered where you were nice to see you crawl out from under all that paperwork :rose:
 
Just a hasty hello before I return to my absurd workload.
Just 120 articles... short, 400 word articles. no problem. 2 weeks? what? are you insane?
Apparently, I am.
Halfway through now...one day short of a week.. will see sunlight again some day.

Excellent poems today, guys.
been missing you all.
:rose:

hey girl!

ah.

Part of me envies and another part envies not at all. And if you're insane... :heart:

thanks for the mention.

On the one you were not in the right mind for, it's understandable.

One my favorite pastimes is to open up a random file or grab a random sheet of paper or even open a dictionary to a random page and pick a random word... you know what I mean. A dot. Or a shoot or something. And then, see if I can make something out of whatever random fragment comes up. That's where location... came from. The seed was a randomly chosen and very overwritten paragraph. Wanted to see if I could make it slightly erotic or at least vague erotic innuendo. It was something about a fair, judging produce at a fair. Then thought of gardens and produce and nurseries for plants. Just fun stuff like that. Could do that all day. Doodling. It's a hoot. If something comes out, cool, and if somebody out there gets something good, then that's just an extra fuzzy.

Well don't let me keep you from your work.

By the way, I hear there's poetry pimps scouting the area.
So try to be careful.
You're safe here.:heart:
 
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