"Some people never go crazy..."

Well In That Case, I Guess Your Going To Starve To Death...

Bad Lifestyle Choice Odie-Boi....



Cheers Glen.

 

When you keel over clutching your chest and have a major heart-attack due to too much Roo meat, I'll shed a tear, Glen...honest.

 

Right on. In America (going postal) is something you would not wish on your worst enemy. I am astounded Bukowski survived as long as he did: Poetry saved his starving ass. :2thumbsup:

QP

 

I'm not so sure about that. :devil:

 

Yeah, same. There isn't much I don't wish on my worst enemy

 

:2thumbsup:

 

For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough:

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
but
they will not
give her back to me.

Charles Bukowski

P.S. I think it's a grand love poem. Am I crazy or worse?

QP

 

Crazy Is Looking Good...



Cheers Glen.

 

The voice of reason speaks!

QP

 

Glen - the voice of reason?! I think not...

 

I'm the voice of reason.

 

Right From The First Day I Met You, I Just Knew You Were Bad News.



Cheers Glen.

 

Oh don't make me laugh, I feel ill as it is..

And, you were right

 

Look..Up In The Sky..Who Said Pigs Can't Fly..



Cheers Glen.

 

I love all of you!

QP

 

:computer::leaving:

 

You love me really

 

It'll take me a little while to get over this verbal abuse.
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Ok, done.

 

poop face.