tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post112111969385416722..comments2023-08-29T02:44:37.646-05:00Comments on WORD: An Agitated A*S Monkey.: Let the Fantasy BEGIN!Fist of Truenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121355939535878982005-07-14T10:45:00.000-05:002005-07-14T10:45:00.000-05:00I completely understand the hiatus in blogging act...I completely understand the hiatus in blogging activity. Sometimes, one just does not feel like it. That's how it goes.<BR/><BR/>Feel free to use my invented words whenever and wherever it entertains you. You, dear Glitz, have my most humble permission.<BR/><BR/>Whoo-hoo! Too much coffee today.Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121310477713915302005-07-13T22:07:00.000-05:002005-07-13T22:07:00.000-05:00Maybe I will title one of my blog my posts "Disgus...Maybe I will title one of my blog my posts "Disgustery and Ludicrous Fannery" as an homage to this one....<BR/>...I say maybe because my inspiration to blog has been waning as of late.Glitzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12007082483897992315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121224640946946232005-07-12T22:17:00.000-05:002005-07-12T22:17:00.000-05:00Sean: Any number of reasons why no one is around....<B>Sean:</B> Any number of reasons why no one is around. Vacations, sickness, on-strike. Who knows? More than likely, people are somewhat reluctant with poetry. Also, I tend to write mostly about what an idiot I am, so whenever a sway from that trend, it might throw some people off. No harm, no foul.<BR/><BR/><B>Brutha Nick:</B> I've found that most vacation spots ARE actually very nice and true to their word. The problem is what I want ISN'T the fantasy I'm asking for. I don't want vodka in Puerto Vallarta. I want whatever the hell they normally drink there. Hamburgers and fries belong here, not in my vacation fantasy. Yet, there they are, waiting at the TG-fucking-I Friday's or I-Goddamn-HOP in Thailand. That's where things go wrong, in my mind.Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121212928178278962005-07-12T19:02:00.000-05:002005-07-12T19:02:00.000-05:00Damn how the pictures always looks good. Once you ...Damn how the pictures always looks good. Once you get there all you get is a shack, a grin, and a "fuck you very much".<BR/><BR/>brother nickAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121209568023356352005-07-12T18:06:00.000-05:002005-07-12T18:06:00.000-05:00thanks, bro. you were getting all lyrical in your ...thanks, bro. you were getting all lyrical in your prose so I felt compelled to repond thusly. <BR/><BR/>where the heck is everybody?Seanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02665804009944491315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121124963319543172005-07-11T18:36:00.000-05:002005-07-11T18:36:00.000-05:00Yours is most beautiful, Sean.<B>Yours is most beautiful, Sean.</B>Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121124822330765242005-07-11T18:33:00.000-05:002005-07-11T18:33:00.000-05:00Shades of RHYME TIME (returned, again)! My brothe...Shades of RHYME TIME (returned, again)! My brother comes correct with the mad wordness!<BR/><BR/>First word: shouts.<BR/>Because the madness that it’s about,<BR/>soon brings clout to bouts.<BR/>Because <BR/>no one ever wants- <BR/>to figure these things out.<BR/><BR/>Those sands make demands:<BR/>to fill drinks in sad-numb hands,<BR/>but the plans run dumb-bland-<BR/>where these rivers & seas meet lands.<BR/><BR/>Done the daily drudge mess,<BR/>then they’ll soak until they’re senseless,<BR/>pack it up and tap the hostess,<BR/>but the ends lend ways to be much less.<BR/><BR/>No fantasy. <BR/>No funnery.<BR/>No smiles abound, abundantly done.<BR/>No mystery.<BR/>No stunnery.<BR/>No miles around the ever-happy sun.<BR/><BR/>Because the bill matches no goods.<BR/>And the fantasy’s a played stage of ways,<BR/>to keep you tinking and tanking under the hoods,<BR/>of cursed and ill-rehearsed doomsday plays.<BR/><BR/>So.<BR/>Into other towns they march.<BR/>Picking such bit scenes,<BR/>and playing bitterer parts-<BR/>of<BR/>lives they touched by dark,<BR/>sticking to debris beliefs,<BR/>while spreading shit and claiming <BR/><BR/>art.Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1121123163786984542005-07-11T18:06:00.000-05:002005-07-11T18:06:00.000-05:00first world guiltthis patchword quiltpain painted ...first world guilt<BR/>this patchword quilt<BR/>pain painted pathos<BR/>propped up on stilts<BR/><BR/>flair for the dramatic<BR/>daring acrobatic<BR/>of logic, of loss<BR/>of meaning come across<BR/><BR/>but you still the boss<BR/>still hittin the sauce<BR/>till you <BR/>toss an turn <BR/>can't sleep in this urn<BR/>ashes of cashes that once<BR/>stuffed that mattress <BR/>you just burned<BR/><BR/>vacate the violence<BR/>of vacations playin violins<BR/>so small<BR/>they almost silentSeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02665804009944491315noreply@blogger.com