Oh my! Don't repress your anger now...or you'll force my Freud trip!
And you better believe it Baby, there is nary a more naked sight then Your Aunty Psychology-Pol.
Ain't no halves abooot it (Sorry, I went all Scottish for a moment. No particular.)
"That's not a half naked girl..."
Luv and twiddles,
You're always fun Perky. Considerate of you too (us?) to only be here once I week. I feel we are 'good people" like that.
Thanks Polly. I would be cool with talking to you personally.
You mean your poetry is not talking? And shoot, after all this time, you choose now to tell me.
Even after I have spent all these years trying not to be ignorant.
And its all been in vain, Perky? Really?
Of course you would, I'm non threatening. I like it that way too, It's a cultural pride thing.
But if hypothetically you told me you wanted to kick me to death for self gain, in turn, I would smile sweet as can be and hypothesise that in the unlikely event of such an incident, I'd be hypothetically inclined to punch your fucking face in. Then we'd have a schooey and check out some ass down at toony pub, bro.
It's the way we do ems here. Friendly as.
nvr mind then
jk. Okay, so what? We less banter more truth?
Ya, you are fucking dumb.
I feel like the young turks
reality has no place, no presence?
this is ok as poetry writing -- it's a phrase containing phrases and not some set of constipated sentences keeping some truth tight up-side.
when did real poetry have to be dumbed down to mean something to the word-shitters? middle-school and high-school lit english classes are just about social-studies in drag -- finding the 'do the right thing/don't do that, though' thing inside some crazed poet's crystallization of reality into words -- something ordinary readers just will not, by law and grammatical black-shirts, ever get.
cadmium would love to contain me.