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me hate me.
er, hateS.
you hated me 'coz i ate the chess set
i was losing bad at it when we reset
for the ninth, er Nth, game
hah! i missed my hat in that
stormy, gloomy room
now you still hate me
ah am sorry
or so i think
as i sing Sting
and my cheek turns
so so rosy as you slap me
there me thinking
hate is a constipated thing.

written 07/06/08
here @ http://poetrycritical.net/forum/post/149327/
as inspired by the poem
@ http://poetrycritical.net/read/15652/
thanks, Inuki.
: )

11 Jul 08

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so what do you think, guys?
: )
 — fractalcore

no thoughts at all?
: )
 — fractalcore

i actually i like it:]
you must have put a lot of effort in it . L16 is my favorite.
 — unknown

always original, never disappointing.
 — raskolniikov

thanks, unky.

|16 is my fave, too. no, since it's an inspired writing,
it didn't take much of an effort, only a little.

it was fun to decipher the words in the blocks and write
the thoughts down. prior to that, of course, was a more
fun moment of creating those word-blocks that spawned
the exact opposite of writer's block.
: )
 — fractalcore


really enjoyed it from 16 onwards. i read "Sting" and i thought, why sing a sword? ha, silly me.
 — DeformedLion

raskolniikov, sir.
been a long time.

thank yo so much for stopping by.
hope all's fine.
: )
 — fractalcore


when you address me as 'sir' it makes me feel like a teacher. i went to a few british educational schools when i was young and we always had to address the male teachers as 'sir'.

i am well, thank you. although i had to cancel a working holiday yesterday due to various faults of my own and i ended up losing a couple thousand pounds because of it. so on that front, as you can imagine, i am royaly pissed off but apart from that i am happy, thank you for enquiring. how about yourself?
 — raskolniikov

ey, AndrewformedLion.

thank you. message in a bottle is one of my Sting faves, yaknow.
: )
 — fractalcore

raskolniikov, si--

as in "yes", a thousand pounds could send you reeling especially
when it's yours running away and you're losing breath chasing it
but can't stop it from getting lost/stolen.

i am well, thank Gawd, as i don't have any money to my name.
; )
 — fractalcore

make that


i am very
well thank Gawd
as i don't have any
money to my name

written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritic al.net/read/49611/
thanks, raskolniikov.
: )
 — fractalcore

 — raskolniikov



i am very
well thank Gawd
as i don't have [m]any

money to my name

written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritic al.net/read/49611/
thanks, raskolniikov.
: )
 — fractalcore

I like'd Johnny Cash's rendition of Nine Inch Nails singular musical masterpiece, Hurt -- he'd lost his wife already and was a coupla months from death himself at the time -- he worked it with his country minimalism imbuing it with the human all too human misery throughout -- here you've transformed the misery of duality and it's singular madness of hate:sorry into a shaped pome that lingers at the edges of this pathetic pathos -- you've revisioned each word into echoes of prelanguage gutturals and minimalistic unclutterings -- then you break into poetry with a mission to uncover the roots of the disease of pain body duality plays rivalling the mystery of transmuting pain into the Quantum Tunnelled Cool of the Light Body -- Love flows
 — AlchemiA

ooh, i love the Nine Inch Nails.
i hate writing about hate for the ninth,
er Nth time, already but it was a lot of fun.

have fun on your escapade and be safe.
: )
 — fractalcore

This Lex sees A
Huge Bitch.
She hates U cuz of your Chest boRED
Start Over Again Match point blank.
This Fun(K) shuns all
Sue E side
I Luv Dis ride.
 — PrudIsDaWay

sorry boss came by the office... I"ll work more on it when I get a chance....
 — PrudIsDaWay

way to go, buddy.
looking forward to it and don't get caught
doing whatever it is you're doing.
: )
 — fractalcore

bumpeetee day, everee-one.
; )
 — fractalcore