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in tina's tight twat
beneath miniature
skirt, between
trapeze artist thighs
tina boldly grinds
two ampersands
to italicization
from which
french-dipped serifs drip
in tina's tight twat
beneath miniature
skirt, between
trapeze artist thighs
tina boldly grinds
two ampersands
to italicization
from which
french-dipped serifs drip
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and a resounding rejoinder
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in tina's tight
and whiskery twat
betwixt
trapeze artist thighs
tina grinds
au pair of bold ampersands
to italicization
and to which cordon
bleu serif scallops cling
UnderYourSpell
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anymore????
well even more than usual especially as I read somewhere you are consorting with men !!!!
Is that like a Gina?
oh noooooo not that one can't bear to think of scallops hanging from her hairy muff!
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Okay,
change the scallops to asterisks.
Asterisks and ampersands.
Starfishes and jellyfishes
anemones and oysters.
Now that's enough poetry for one day.
change the scallops to asterisks.
Asterisks and ampersands.
Starfishes and jellyfishes
anemones and oysters.
Now that's enough poetry for one day.
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Only after noon on weekdays. Otherwise I'm positively primeval with unwakefulness (like that word, eh?).
I love this. Yes, love. Yes, yes.Face it: The chick is a hardcore wallflower slut.
He accepts WTFs, but I prefer STFUs.I'd pay gladly. Do you accept WTFs?
And for the record, I agree that twat is a super-excellent word. I also like cunt, but oddly enough, more as an insult than as used in dirty wordness.
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Tut tut and I always saw you as quiet! I am certainly getting my eyes opened this week and it's only Wednesday ...... what else is in store for the rest of the week?!!
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My audios onnnnnn whoopeeeeeeeeee I did it !!!!!!
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You certainly did.
If I was maker of feature-length animated fairy tales, and was looking for a narrator, I'd be contacting you for serious negotiations.
But since I am no maker of animated fairy tales, I enjoyed very much listening anyway.
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They chopped the end off and I made sure it had a good solid ending to the last word too!
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I think it is a simple matter of some words become used often, used by many, used daily, and some words are so seldom used that if someone comes along, finds them and begins using them, it's like they are using them for the first time. It feels new.
For starters.
Also been thinking about the wallflower idea, and I think it explains much. Because a wallflower can grasp close details and the slow and quiet movements of those details. The wallflower might watch the faster action happening out beyond the flowery walls, and it isn't that the wallflower is not capable of action but there is chance of stumbling, or wanting to look back at the place that moves slower, quieter, and where the close details offer such comfort. It seems that if the wallflower is going to jump into some action, it really is best off if it does it, and does it quickly, and do not reach back for those details. It seems difficult for a wallflower to mix the two: action and descriptives.
Meaning: I had something going that I think wasn't too bad. But then I attempted to rearrange a few details, ended up adding some, realized they didn't fit with the actions, or the planned actions... until last night it all fell apart and it's a terrible mess.
Maybe storytelling is simply not the wallflower's strength.
Which attracts the wallflower back to the comforts of doodling directionless, plotless, disconnected, prose, and employing a few poetic tools. Which actually might make some fine non-art, that will be certain to be ne'er near conventional publishing standards.
Feeling much better. Know what to do.
And yes: Hardcore Wallflower Slut
It's you.
And when you say cunt...
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Do you know if I had Lady's talent I could paint an abstract picture from all that ..... a lot of oranges and browns, quite a bit of fawn or beige and that colour that housebricks go when they are well weathered, then splashed with greens. Mostly rounded shapes I think but a few only slightly rounded edges (those weathered bricks again) I can see it all here in my mind I only wish I could impart it to you
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ty, Annie. Really, just grab some acrylic paint and a canvas and have fun with it.
You know what subject I would like to see explored further.. interpretation value. If you paint or write a poem, how important is it for readers to know what you are talking about?
You know what subject I would like to see explored further.. interpretation value. If you paint or write a poem, how important is it for readers to know what you are talking about?
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I used to paint even exhibit and sell some but that was in another life a different marriage.
I've seen poems on here that I know are good but I am blowed if I know what they are talking about and my trouble is how do you put that as a comment ....... hey dude loved your poem but what does it mean?!! to me that sounds somewhat insulting!
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Well dear Annie, you confirm what I keep forgetting, which when I remember it always creates a fresh feeling of freedom. By the way, twat and wallflower came from you. Thank you.
And dear LS, interpretation is an endless road. A million variables at work that influence whether I care much or care a little or care halfway or care not at all, or in some cases... well, as far as Lit is concerned, I've been thinking how cool it would be to strive for all 1's. Like, at the end of the year have about 500 stories and 1000 poems and everyone of them with a 1. I think that would be a much more fun goal than its opposite.
And dear LS, interpretation is an endless road. A million variables at work that influence whether I care much or care a little or care halfway or care not at all, or in some cases... well, as far as Lit is concerned, I've been thinking how cool it would be to strive for all 1's. Like, at the end of the year have about 500 stories and 1000 poems and everyone of them with a 1. I think that would be a much more fun goal than its opposite.
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One variable would be the internet itself. Correct?
The internet favors the seeker. The seeker begins with an idea where they want to go, maybe the destination is more general or more specific, but in most cases, there is something. So the seeker's expectations are already at least somewhat formed. If what they find conforms to some degree with what they seek/expect, they are happy and if they can cast a vote, it will be a positive vote. If what they find does not conform to what they seek/expect, they will be unhappy and if they can cast a vote, it will be a low vote.
If someone was in a mood for say, reading about oral sex. They begin their search. they find. Ah! Stories! Oral sex stories! Yum! If their oral sex story search gives them words that clearly express oral sex, they will be happy. If there is not enough focus on oral sex or focus wanders to regions other than oral sex, they will be unhappy.
So no, the internet does not reward the one who does not really care about presenting easily categorized... anything.
Now, everything changes if:
Suppose someone just woke up one morning, and they take their coffee out to their porch, and a gust of wind kicked up and down through the air and into their hands landed a sheet of paper. They go, "hm, wonder what this is." They begin reading and quickly discover that the words are telling them about an oral sex afternoon.
That sort of unexpectedness and removing lines that divide everything into searchable categories is really not internet-friendly.
But... the internet is available. So one uses what one can and decide whether to move towards compliance and acceptance, or refuse compliance and remain on the outskirts. Or, a wallflower in a room at the end of a long hallway. Once in awhile, a brave or curious one comes along.
The internet favors the seeker. The seeker begins with an idea where they want to go, maybe the destination is more general or more specific, but in most cases, there is something. So the seeker's expectations are already at least somewhat formed. If what they find conforms to some degree with what they seek/expect, they are happy and if they can cast a vote, it will be a positive vote. If what they find does not conform to what they seek/expect, they will be unhappy and if they can cast a vote, it will be a low vote.
If someone was in a mood for say, reading about oral sex. They begin their search. they find. Ah! Stories! Oral sex stories! Yum! If their oral sex story search gives them words that clearly express oral sex, they will be happy. If there is not enough focus on oral sex or focus wanders to regions other than oral sex, they will be unhappy.
So no, the internet does not reward the one who does not really care about presenting easily categorized... anything.
Now, everything changes if:
Suppose someone just woke up one morning, and they take their coffee out to their porch, and a gust of wind kicked up and down through the air and into their hands landed a sheet of paper. They go, "hm, wonder what this is." They begin reading and quickly discover that the words are telling them about an oral sex afternoon.
That sort of unexpectedness and removing lines that divide everything into searchable categories is really not internet-friendly.
But... the internet is available. So one uses what one can and decide whether to move towards compliance and acceptance, or refuse compliance and remain on the outskirts. Or, a wallflower in a room at the end of a long hallway. Once in awhile, a brave or curious one comes along.
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What more could I ask out of life than Timmy remembers me for my twat
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Don't know.
What?
What?
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Is that a twat what?
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Even as liberal as Lit is, you still have a Poetry section and a Story section. If someone clicks into lit and they look around, they see, "oh, here's the poetry. Nah, I'm not in the mood for poetry. Oh, there's the stories... hey! what's this overly ornate poetic language doing in this story section! Hm, where's the voting section. It isn't even a story. There, give it the 1 it deserves. After all, I teach literature at a college." And so on... isn't it all beautiful? It is really. You just really gotta have fun and laugh about it all. It's a hoot.
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a rhetorical question only
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and another mystery solved
let's go grab a brew
let's go grab a brew
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Now the memory cells have sputtered into creaky activation.
I remember now. The first few times people on the boards and the early story submissions communicated to me that they found what they read confusing or hard to follow or whatever other synonyms apply. And I was really surprised. Because I'd look back over what I tried to get across, and try to find where the disconnection happened. Because it was crystal clear to me. That alone was a puzzler. And it's been that way ever since. I've come to learn that it doesn't really matter or do any good to consciously attempt clarity because something happens that it just doesn't connect. Usually. Often. If that wasn't enough, extra weight was added to the already whale-sized quandary when it became clear that these were often people who showed they possessed impressive levels of intelligence and had certificates that proved they'd succeeded in institutions of higher learning. Whereas I barely made it through high school and on a good day any intelligence test will be generous to let me stretch my lips out far enough to briefly kiss the bottom of Average. So then I'm like, "let me get this straight. This: this batch of words. Written by me, borderline idiot, and read by you, highly intelligent and degreed professional, who certainly had to solve extremely challenging problems, but you're telling me I have to strive for greater clarity for your sake?"
Now that's a chin-scratcher. Too much. It's hopeless. But in hopelessness is resignation. And freedom. Because for someone of below average intelligence to strive for clarity that the above average intelligences can more easily follow, it's just too much to manage. So might as well let come what comes and... I don't know. Really. I surrender.
Life sure is weird. Yep. Sure is weird.
I remember now. The first few times people on the boards and the early story submissions communicated to me that they found what they read confusing or hard to follow or whatever other synonyms apply. And I was really surprised. Because I'd look back over what I tried to get across, and try to find where the disconnection happened. Because it was crystal clear to me. That alone was a puzzler. And it's been that way ever since. I've come to learn that it doesn't really matter or do any good to consciously attempt clarity because something happens that it just doesn't connect. Usually. Often. If that wasn't enough, extra weight was added to the already whale-sized quandary when it became clear that these were often people who showed they possessed impressive levels of intelligence and had certificates that proved they'd succeeded in institutions of higher learning. Whereas I barely made it through high school and on a good day any intelligence test will be generous to let me stretch my lips out far enough to briefly kiss the bottom of Average. So then I'm like, "let me get this straight. This: this batch of words. Written by me, borderline idiot, and read by you, highly intelligent and degreed professional, who certainly had to solve extremely challenging problems, but you're telling me I have to strive for greater clarity for your sake?"
Now that's a chin-scratcher. Too much. It's hopeless. But in hopelessness is resignation. And freedom. Because for someone of below average intelligence to strive for clarity that the above average intelligences can more easily follow, it's just too much to manage. So might as well let come what comes and... I don't know. Really. I surrender.
Life sure is weird. Yep. Sure is weird.
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I run into this with art as well. I think the most satisfying paintings to create are abstract impressionism- like Recovery in my sig. My other paintings that contain concrete images, though they may have personal meaning to me, most people are just going to see the objects for what they are only. A rose is a rose, to most people. Even a dying rose is still just a rose to most people. People just don't glean meaning of beauty and death from a painting like I would. I get that, but it can be very annoying... especially since most people tend to like my realistic paintings more than my abstract ones.
With poetry, it can be discouraging if people don't get it. Yet, I'm more likely to look at my words to see where I may have failed to clearly express what I was trying to say. Yet, the last thing I want to do is spoonfeed meaning to people. ya know? So, I guess I have to just accept that many times any art form that I create is only going to be appreciated for face value without any understanding of the meaning.
Just an example, my haiku:
Dione
Moon of high albedo ice
pocked and scarred
beyond human hands
Do you think anyone got that I was making a somewhat snarky comment on earth preservation efforts? (The ones that claim we are killing the earth)
I doubt it.
So, should it have been rewritten? Not in my opinion, especially since it is haiku.. any further hint at meaning would violate the form.
However, I may work on a poem or painting and really want to express what I am thinking so that the viewer gets the whole picture. I usually just end up frustrated.
With poetry, it can be discouraging if people don't get it. Yet, I'm more likely to look at my words to see where I may have failed to clearly express what I was trying to say. Yet, the last thing I want to do is spoonfeed meaning to people. ya know? So, I guess I have to just accept that many times any art form that I create is only going to be appreciated for face value without any understanding of the meaning.
Just an example, my haiku:
Dione
Moon of high albedo ice
pocked and scarred
beyond human hands
Do you think anyone got that I was making a somewhat snarky comment on earth preservation efforts? (The ones that claim we are killing the earth)
I doubt it.
So, should it have been rewritten? Not in my opinion, especially since it is haiku.. any further hint at meaning would violate the form.
However, I may work on a poem or painting and really want to express what I am thinking so that the viewer gets the whole picture. I usually just end up frustrated.