Random Thoughts.....What Are You Thinking?

Yeah, because she was reciting poetry, yo!

the heck is going on here?

Canadian poetry

I says to the guy, I says
I want a brewski to goes with my moose
And the guy says to me, he says
You can't have da moose untils you let your iced fish loose

the usual

Who the hell dips caramel in butter.

Least get your damn American Stereotypes right!

We dip Butter into batter then fry it.

Okay, nerd. What about this:

Myrrh, bitter myrrh, diagonal,
Divides my gardenless gardens
Incredibly as far as the eye reaches
In this falling terrain.
Low-curled in rams-horn thickets,
With hedge-solid purposefulness
It unscrolls, glistening,
Where else the stones are white,
Sky blue.
No beetles move. No birds pass over.
The stone house is cold.
The cement has crumbled from the steps.
The gardens here, or fields,
Are weedless, not from cultivation but from
Sour unfructifying November gutters,
From winds that bore no fennel seeds,
Finally, from a sun purifying, harsh, like
Sea-salt.
The stubbled grass, dragonfly-green,
Between the stones, was not so tended.
mild animals with round unsmiling heads
Cropped unprotested, unprotesting
(After the rind of ice
Wore off the collarbones of shallow shelving rock)
And went their ways.

The bitter myrrh
Cannot revive a house abandoned.
Time has bleached out the final characters
Of a too-open Scripture.
Under the staring day
This rabbinical gloss rustles its
Leaves of living darkness.

With the maps lost, the voyages
Cancelled by legislation years ago,
This is become a territory without name.
No householder survives
To marvel on the threshold
Even when the evening myrrh raises
An aromatic incense for
Far ivory nostrils
Set in the vertical plane of ancient pride.

His was more accurate and believable. Yours lacked that! And if you think some Canadians don't eat moose while drinking beer you are totally mistaken.

Although both the last lines in your poems sucked. You both need to work on that.

I have very bad gas.
I couldn't get it to pass.
Finally, at last.
Vibrated vocally out of my ***.

That's a heart attack waiting to happen...



































Does it taste good?

I have no idea. It seems to be a red neck thing so I've never had it.

Playing some league with people and in skype...

they think i'm a girl...

i don't even know what to say =/

A long block of text
A marvelous deed
but I must confess
too long, didn't read

See this guy/girl knows what he/she is doing.

He
Simple and sweet.
hi
Want a pie?

If I copied and pasted the entirety of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, would I get banned?

For that, I'll start with you.

Incursion will be the death of me

I'd strangle you with a bird if you did that... heheh... get it?


Had to write a paper on that poem once upon a time with a strict teacher, bad memories.

Why would you? I'd me more interested in seeing if it would post.

Quick, somebody take me to the Burn ward.

Why? That poem is amaaaaaaaaaazing!

Also, I saw what you did there. Just don't touch any crossbows for a while and you'll be fine.

wow, had no idea netflix bought TPB and started making new episodes.