I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
(I know)
There have been strange happenings over the last few days. Various freaks from my past seem to have conglomerated into one big über-group; there are now:
1) the twits who like to pretend that they're rampant, eighteenth-century lesbians.
2) the weirdo who wants some sort of ménàge-à-trois with the lesbians (although he's left his wife for a woman who turned him down, so he went off with a lesbian already) and his girlfriend, who want to help with peeling around my innards.
3) the obsessive 'double-team' who follow me on these sites and add people with whom I interact into twisted conversations, to find out my location.
and the girl/boy/dancing cheetah who's writing attempts at pornography about my 'poetry-bashes.
Great. Anyway, now they know that I'm in Poland.
But I'd like tõ take you back to the simpler life. The simple joys of living. Love.
This is to all those Num Lock keys out there.
Lean on me
When you can't type
Acutes or graves
I'll help you spread the hype
For
It won't be long
Till you're gonna have
Ogoneks and macrons.
(They found from someone on this board; it's a long story: I'll explain it later)
'Rocking the town like a mouldy crouton.' Words whose wiseness is immeasurable.
(You're full of long stories!
)
"Gag me with a spoon." Someday soon, I will see to it that '80s slang rises again.
My brain isn't working well right now; I did way too much thinking tonight. I'm having trouble coming up with things to add to the various other word games. This one seems to be the only one that I can still do.
Too much thinking? Is there such a thing?
Well, my right arm is killing, so I'll stay around here instead of going all about the place...
Vinî 'campa romanaç:'
Rouha, rosâ, blanha.
Ah... I am cooking up a way to show that I am no one to be trampled upon... luckily, there are at least fifty people ready online who have been either duped or maltreated by her...
I'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
"Guards! Come quickly, thieves are afoot!"
"Well, actually guvner, it appears they have two foots, and are using them to quickly run from the scene of the croim."
"Yes you idiots, go catch them already! Earn your shillings!"
I had no idea that 'Google' was a Polish word.
!!
. This girl hates me because I told an anecdote that didn't involve her and her marvellous lover. This was from the person who thought that they were marvellous two months ago and wanted a dedication... she sees people as pawns, either to be hoarded on her side despite not giving a damn about them, or to be obliterated.
that rant was about this thread:
