Sorry.
I
didn’t
realize
that
no
spaces
would
make
the
screen
go
really
long
.
I’ll
try
to
rectify
this
by
using
up
a
lot
of
space.
But,
hey,
it’s
just
“my
style”
and
my
opinion
is
true.
buCky
People…
It’s painful enough to be recovering from a hysterectomy. It’s painful enough to read Bj0rn and Bj0rn pastiches. But when you make the screen scroll, it’s unbearable. Please don’t do it again.
Or I’ll have to chop your right little fingers off, since you’re not using them properly anyway.
Lynn
Queen of the Pit
Although there might have been some missing semicolons, I think the main problem would be the lack of spaces.
Thank you, Lynn, you are a sweetie! And “sweets for the sweet”, I always say–I want you to pretend that the phone is ringing, and when you answer it, a voice with a faint Swiss accent informs you that, due to a quirk in the Belgian inheritance laws, you have just become the sole proprietor of …
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!” - the White Queen
Eh, I was thinking of the carriage return/enter key, myself.
Lynn
Queen of the Pit
take a time,
to think out loud.
record it,
but dont you show it.
cause you will still be here tomorrow,
but your voice may not.
take a time,
to look around.
look at all the people
you didnt see before.
cause you will still be here tomorrow,
but they may not.
take a time,
to breathe the air.
inhale slowly,
like you have never breathed before.
cause you will still be here tomorrow,
but your breath may not.
bj0rn - is that possible?
Dammit. First he fucked up prose, and now poetry’s gotta die too.
Coldfire, you made me laugh so hard it started to hurt. But it was worth the pain. 
Bjorn, that was a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
However, I didn’t invite you to a poetry reading. I invited you to have a conversation. The prefix “con” means “with”. We talk “with” each other, rather than saying poetry “at” each other.
How are you coming with thinking of something you’d either like to change, or hope never changes?
Note to Coldfire and Wally: well, I did promise him the freedom to indulge in gnomic utterances, so I guess it’s all my fault. And actually, as poetry goes, it’s not that bad (IMHO, of course :D) He could have uncorked one of those Alanis Morissette, long-hair beatnik girl folksinger-type poems. Count your blessings.
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!” - the White Queen
(Using Pit language) Why in the fuck is it okay for bjOrn to write in any kind of gobbledygook he chooses but not me? Lynn is just monkey-piling, but notthemama is ragging on me for what she says we can’t rag onf bjOrn for in this thread. Now I have to explain sarcasm to the non-ICelanders? Good grief–I mean, good goddam grief!
Bucky
Sarcasm is irrelevent. Futility is resistant. Irony will be assimilated.
.
Defect borg:
“Refutile is sistance. Your ass will be simulated”.
WallyM7 on Coldfire:
"Yeah, he knows a little about everything because they have a good prison library."
You’re right, Coldfire. You said it better.
try reading it as if it isnt a poem. that is what i want.
bj0rn - enjoy
here, ill make it easier for those of you that might need it:
take a time, to think out loud. record it, but dont you show it. cause you will still be here tomorrow, but your voice may not.
take a time, to look around. look at all the people you didnt see before. cause you will still be here tomorrow, but they may not.
take a time, to breathe the air.inhale slowly, like you have never breathed before. cause you will still be here tomorrow, but your breath may not.
bj0rn - is that possible?
[Cornholio]Are you threatening me?[/Cornholio]
or better yet…(please excuse the reposting thingy):
take a time, to think out loud. record it, but dont you show it. cause you will still be here tomorrow, but your voice may not. take a time, to look around. look at all the people you didnt see before. cause you will still be here tomorrow, but they may not. take a time, to breathe the air. inhale slowly, like you have never breathed before. cause you will still be here tomorrow, but your breath may not.
bj0rn - is that possible?
ps. again, please excuse me posting this so often. it does serve a purpose
BjOrn
That looks rather like one of those folk sayings that you find printed on calenders and things like it.
I guess you are saying something quite deep to us but often these things are cultural.
I think I may have picked up on it but I’m not sure.
Please explain it.
I’m not going to go through what I think you meant ,chances are that I’d be wrong.
To bj0rn: as an aside, if you’re going to post your mutant version of someone else’s words, it’s considered gracious (and, I believe it’s legally required) to give the original artist credit
To everyone else:
There’s a reason for that…Cat Stevens was an excellent songwriter.
From Cat Steven’s song “Father and Son”
**
Take your time,
Think a lot,
Think of everything you’ve got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not.
**
Fenris
Fenris, I love you.
.
.
.
.
:mad:
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**BJORN, SHAME ON YOU! BAD PUPPY–NO BISCUIT!
It took you three whole days to come up with that, copying lyrics off the liner notes! That’s the best you can do, when someone offers you an unparalleled, never-to-be-repeated opportunity to have a conversation like a civilized human being. And here I was, walking around all morning feeling pleased that you had finally made a contribution, albeit a rather off-the-wall one. Damn! Now I AM angry!
Coldfire, Wally, Bucky, you may fire when ready.**
(But I was right about one thing–it’s not a BAD poem, as such things go…)
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!” - the White Queen