The Pit
I turned SNL off last night so I could get back to reading about the impeachment of Andrew Johnson.
Wondering what peaches have to do with it.
And what is significant about eating/not eating one.
I have eaten more than one and all I remember is sticky hands, something I do not like.
Wondering what peaches have to do with it.
And what is significant about eating/not eating one.
I have eaten more than one and all I remember is sticky hands, something I do not like.
posted by Lane Savant at 10:20 AM
15 Comments:
Heartfelt congratulations on
now acquiring an attractive
banner on the Jannie sidebar;
it looks very cool; maybe you
could lift it for your own
sidebar? And even more now
that you have skinned off your
thin self-deprecating epidermis
and have leaped, plunged whole
hog/dog into the pool of poetics,
the great Carnival of Lyrical
Insights that you have flirted
with for decades. It is time that
you more fully
consummated this hedgehog
of pixie dust, bile, sarcasm,
wit, and wonder.
Hey dude, you seem to be in some
weird state of poetic euphoria
this Sunday morning, and some
of us are not sure we are ready
for it.
...............Eddie Emerald
Palmer has informed me
countless times that the
world itself has never been
fully ready for my perspectives.
Dats kool, kid--youse jest keep
tearing tings up over der on yer
blog, and dis one, and over on
dat email on crack, dat Facebook
bitch ting. Der is sum ofus dat
dig yer views and insistense dat
yer a poet dat needs to be
wreckoned wid.
..............Vinnie
Praise from Caesar;
much appreciated, Vinnie.
I really did not know that
you were a fan.
who sez I am?
I thought you did.
Well, hell's bells, punk, youse
assume alot dere. I'm just sayin
dat dis is America, and youse got
da rite to shoot yer poetic mouth
off if youse wantto. Personally
I've ben mor partial to Palmer's
poems den yers or Emily's.
..............Vinnie
Well, thank you; that certainly'
clears the air and the sinuses.
bite me.
............vinnie
Well, there is the Vinnie that
we all know and love!
............Edgar Poo
Actually, poets are mostly punks
and faggots; everybody figured
that out in junior high English
classes.
.............George Patton
I don't know how to put things in a sidebar or put a picture in the whachcallit thing that has the name of the place in it
I thought you did; maybe we could
just ask Jannie when she returns
from her camping trip.
You have to realize that like
Brautigan or other curmudgeon
poets, your inane nattering
in your inimitable style has
literary value. Why else would
I have labored for years to
amass your "poetry" over
on FFTR? Yes, it is good to
be writing poetry together
out there on various blogs,
but more than that, and
seriously, you write this
blog for a myriad of reasons,
but at least one of them
was to exorcise your demons;
and poetry and pregnant prose
are perfect vehicles for such
carryings-on.
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