So, I've finally succumbed to the unnessesary, mildly unappreciated pressure from various members of the disproportionately silly, Y chromosome deficient segment of the population.
That being said, I still don't have anything to say, so I'm going to write a poem. Right now. And it's going to be so bad that nobody will ever bug me to update again.
Aren't I a clever person.
Steamy.
Under pressure I feel alive;
hissing, writhing inside the
glowing, crimson-coal
prison, thrashing.
I'd thought it was energy,
some cosmic disruption, a
manic extrospection;
But it turns out I'm just hot.
There. Isn't it wonderful?
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you are all deluded.
It's about a train.
even so, previously mentioned plan may just have worked. i never want to be put through a poem like that again.
that said, i love the "Y chromosone defiecent" bit.hehehehehahahahHAHAHA. tis funny.
dictating for peter;
"it is funny"
I think even, my dog would howl in pain if i read that to him... point made, although it won't really work in the longer, stretchy and more eadible picture (no i'm not talking about a 'strings'). i agree with julia about the Y chromasome bit. cunningness in your words. insulting to some respect but it just makes it that much better. gah! i really should stop writing such horribly long comments!!!!
see, the thing is; I say it's horrible, but I actually quite like it. It has layers.
so I'm a little hurt :(
i shall then say i am sorry for hurting your feelings. even so, i can't see the layers. the words themselves are good, just the placement is so off....
yea i agree natasha. good words, but i'm just not feeling it. soooorrrryyy!!!!
just because you can't see it,
doesn't mean it isn't there.
you have to give some actual reasoning. otherwise I'll be pretentious and dismiss the both of you as sheep XD
this could be a deeply intelligent comment, but I'm far too tired and sleepy and blahy.
You're a funny bunny.
why did you choose 'crimson-coal prison'?
i like the cosmic disruption.
I don't know why.
I like it. It's clever. I can see the layers.
The other two are just sheep.
i used crimson-coal prison because i'm trying to describe the furnace in a steam engine.
also, it's a combination of two techniques; the semirhyming crimson/prison and the linebreak mid phrase, which when put together suggest something that should be whole but is broken. I'm using this to describe the paradox of the steam's existance, in that it must be imprisoned before it can have energy. I'm doing this by describing the source of the steam's heat/energy, the fire, as being imprisoned.
there, you see?
aye.
I like it how it seems to get more energetic in the second half. It seems to have more complex .. ideas? or structures.. or something. i don't know. And then it kinda explodes.
"But it turns out I'm just hot."
This sentence was just to finish it off nicely, and to add ambiguity no?
I wish i did design..
there! i commented. are you happy little boy?
you didn't reply. you just said something pointless XD
there's a difference :)
well i see everything just fine. maybe its because im a guy as well or maybe its just because i share thoughts with pet. but that said, i think its rather good =]
ok, so i shall reply, for the greater good of pets ego. and maybe i might comment on the last line on the poem. the fact that you said 'but turns out im just hot' can be interpreted in two ways. either its reinforcing that your stuck up, or that you are reinforcing what everyone knows. i will not give my opinion for fear of being mean OR sharing a secret. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!!!!
or, i could be saying that the source of the energy/pressure/life in a steam engine is the heat of the steam. Who can tell?
thus the ambiguity.
Blargh.
So. Peter needs something to reply to. Personally, i think he should just update (perhaps on the mysterious new Wadestonian -gasp!-), but he doesn't like doing that, because he's INCREDIBLY SILLY!
So. I will tell you about how today in art history i started writing a comic. But then, i got sick of it.So i started writing a story instead, in my photography book [because i never do work in Art History, as we all know. Because i am just too awesome for it].Anyhu. So I started writing a story. And i t was about .. what was it about. A shadow. Who was visited by a Magical Purkle Singing Donkey, who appeared out of the blue of the Singing Goats.
And that's as far as it got really.
The question is; Who has the Cheese?
ooo mysterious new wadestownian eh? i have one of those...i wonder if it's the same one? it seems almost like an oxymoron to be honest- i mean, wadestownians just generally aren't mysterious, mostly because i know them all anyway.
it probably is.. she lives on your street
julia who's your mysterious new wadestonian?
Peter. I didn't know you wrote Vogon poetry.
well they wouldn't be mysterious if i knew would they....anyway, me and peter can't possibly share the same one, as my mysterious wadestowner is most definitly male
ba ba baaaaa! the plot thickens..
perhaps one of them is the anonymous who seems to have joined in the fun here... -eerie music-
haha. possibly.
possibly?
i can't tell if that's a negative possibly or a positive possibly..
i very much doubt this anonymous commenter is my mysterious wadestowner...but i'm happy to be proven wrong
this comment section has suddenly taken a turn and now excludes ANY non-wadestownians... ah well
pah. go update, fool!
you could do the same thing there doctor owen
Very well. I will!
Well said.
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