04-22-2015, 03:55 PM
OH, wow, wait a bit here, no way I'm gonna imply something
isn't a poem; goes against my internal inertial guidance
systems. Far's I'm concerned, poems don't have to have words,
much less one. I just thought it'd be more fun over in the
argument place, but I was obviously wrong since it seems to
be having all the fun it could ever want right here.
Personally, I accept at face value whatever name some delusionally
dum-fuk artist wants to paste on his creations. He holds up
a peanut butter sandwich and proclaims it an étude and I think:
fine, an étude it is. It's a brown, sticky étude that smells
of peanuts and day-old bread, the kind that comes in handy when
you're hungry.
(Poles are nice.)
isn't a poem; goes against my internal inertial guidance
systems. Far's I'm concerned, poems don't have to have words,
much less one. I just thought it'd be more fun over in the
argument place, but I was obviously wrong since it seems to
be having all the fun it could ever want right here.
Personally, I accept at face value whatever name some delusionally
dum-fuk artist wants to paste on his creations. He holds up
a peanut butter sandwich and proclaims it an étude and I think:
fine, an étude it is. It's a brown, sticky étude that smells
of peanuts and day-old bread, the kind that comes in handy when
you're hungry.
(Poles are nice.)
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions