shallow thoughts in a flat earth

[moseley]

At times it feels like a needful silence and yet you can hear everyone else this way....often the patterns are echoes of echoes and so often I want to bite that apple and do something original or like in the times of B I perhaps just climb that tree and throw some fresh shit. But only the shit I made myself. Then I ponder...isn't that the case anyways and where then is my hang glider? I am hungry for something more...not really more...less of what has been and what has been said ad nauseam. There are some new things yet I just know it if all the reworked old shit could just get clear and even something more honest and less hand me down and retold telling....I want to be there and smell the piss on the wall next to some fragrant hydrangeas where the air is stale and musty and the doors are fighting for ground while fifteen people are in a large fistfight over a soccerball and perhaps I am getting the better of the other fourteen.

Yeah I want to punch a few people and be punched I think as too often a world where we are all kind and nice and sweet is only possible without a loaded ballsack and you don't see some radicals being nice but that's the defense? Kick em..punch emotional...pull hair bite and cuss. I have often found that I have moved more people with wrongdoing than being Dudley DooRight...At least something happened and something less colloquial resulted. We have collectively lost our way in politeness and often I find myself not needing apology because I sat back and behaved too much kindly.

[anirbas]

Ah, yes, the days of B. I remember them well. Odd, to think of an internet establishment, as one that you remember. But, I believe all that landed there, do remember it well. I also remember the days, this place had denizens of members in and out all day and night. Now, all that is left, is a small handful of die hards. Facebook has made many a hip pocket poetry forum a ghost town. Or that is my opinion. Well, off to contemplate the lint in my navel. But, never the silver in my hair. I know how that got there. Haha.