giNgko_C
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Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 05, 2020, 14:44
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I only just today found the Clayton Eshleman connection to Metranil Vavin!
And just to freak my two-digit number-obsessed mind out a little further, the cheapest you can get his Juniper Fuse: Upper Paleolithic Imagination and the Construction of the Underworld (2003) on Amazon for is
£34.34!!!
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Edited Jan 07, 2020, 13:58
Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 07, 2020, 13:52
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Y'know I'd die a little inside if you weren't implying my new romantic poetry was magnificently twatty.
Currently trying to write a song about drunkenly chatting up an ex-girlfriend on social media called "(Let Me Be Your) Love Tamagotchi", rhyming the word "chorus" with "myths about Horus" - and lo! Osiris' penis was thrown into the Nile and eaten by a catfish!
Sometimes these things just write themselves.
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 08, 2020, 16:22
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this is the point at which you go
ah, yes, I was just about to rhythmically rhyme
"Let Me Be Your Love Tamagotchi"
with
"Fly me like an aircraft to/from Sotchi"
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Edited Jan 13, 2020, 20:18
Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 13, 2020, 20:15
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Hey!
Erf!
Bleuurgh!!!
Imagine you were so psychotically deluded that Iran blowing up its own airspace was a direct mirror of that time the ape boys in school muscled you out of your own afterhours table tennis slot!
I certainly hate having punched myself in the face with the bat by mistake!!!
Cx
1989/90 get in
I'd imagine it's exactly how Jesus felt when he were crucified
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giNgko_C
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Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 13, 2020, 20:23
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Cor, what if, like, Dominic Cummings were a metaphor for having to move out from your non-spouse cosy living arrangement and having to attend local council meetings?
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Edited Jan 23, 2020, 15:27
Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 23, 2020, 15:26
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"Oh don't be a cow I'll be good to you now
Just say when"
That's a mawkish post-Ash Smiths song I wrote in my own head while somebody I totally digged ignored me in the job centre queue six years ago, but didn't finish because it made me cry inside.
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Edited Jan 23, 2020, 15:48
Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 23, 2020, 15:38
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I think what's even metaphysicallier funny about this poem is when on May 2 2009 I caught up with Zack and Karma and as we were approaching the crossing off the High Street I tried to make a joke:
"Heeeey, a lot of people say live your life as you may be run over by a bus the next day, therefore I have spent my entire life in permanent fear of buses"
And Karma went: "Uh hu hurr", like that were a really shit joke, as it were.
Damn.
Anyway, long story short I typed an account of the day on here which Pixxx really liked and we entered into some form of friendship on Facebook, then sometime in 2012 I spotted we were both trolley'd so I said: "Hey, phone me"
then a yada yada ensued where ultimately she said: "Come and make love to me"
and my brain just blew a gasket as I suddenly realised I were psychotically pissed on ALDI red wine and had no modicum of becoming a sex tourist.
So that ended that then.
But now I'm like: "hey, don't worry, the last time the Taal volcano went off is encoded in the wiki because somebody has a download of a tourist information leaflet!"
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 23, 2020, 15:55
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See, this one here was actually an aftershock - I'd suddenly got into writing pisstakingly short poems in a state of herbal ecstasy, but on reading back my own thoughts I tripped out even further.
I felt like I had been hypnotised, so I grabbed the calculator under the influence of the old A-Level psychology and 14 columns of consciousness theory, in a state of literally feeling like one were awake but one's consciousness were rotated somehow
you know what? 360/14 = 25.71428571428571?, but I were so determined I misread a 5 as an 8! I really do need glasses!
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Re: Introducing the new romantic poetry range
Jan 23, 2020, 16:00
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This is a short story about waking up in your actual house needing to measure up to the persistent television Wickes builders through-selling.
When I first got in touch with Michelle on Facebook I wanted to just catch up as friends but thinking back now - could my memory of her living in the same house in 2002 have been commensurate with my first dabbles in A-Class drugs? Ketamine and the exagerrated dimension?
Anyway, when in conversation I said to her: "What I really want to do is write a 47-line stanza like Ralph Fienes in Grand Budapest Hotel", and this is the first thing that came to my head.
How was I to know that the very next day 28 people were unaccounted for in a river accident in Budapest?
Cx
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giNgko_C
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Re: Thirteen-lined ground squirrel
Jan 23, 2020, 16:02
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I've only just watched a 2016 youtube interview with Julian about Let Me Speak To The Driver.
;)
Cx
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