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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 7 Jul 08 9:43PM | Thread Closed |
HOLY MOTHER MARY!
fractalcore
i imagine a very
sexy lady doing this on
the street -- what a sight
to behold as i sweat
bullets in the cold
very sexy piece
at least for me it is
written 07/07/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49528/
thanks, unknown.
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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 7 Jul 08 10:03PM | Thread Closed |
REASON ACCOMPLISHES NOTHING
fractalcore
but jump o'er hurdles or
run like turtles if need be
just like that -- just!
because
i think so i
uhm...
written 07/07/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49529/
thanks, overdose.
very nice poem.
: )
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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 8 Jul 08 6:02PM | Thread Closed |
make that
REASON ACCOMPLISHES NOTHING
fractalcore
but jumps o'er hurdles or
runs like turtles if need be
just like that -- just!
because
i think so i
uhm...
written 07/07/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49529/
thanks, overdose.
very nice poem.
: )
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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 8 Jul 08 6:25PM | Thread Closed |
this last one edit for credits:
ATTN UNKNOWN: GOT ME?
fractalcore
ATTN UNKNOWN:
A = 1
T = 20
T = 20
N = 14
U = 21
N = 14
K = 11
N = 14
O = 15
W = 23
N = 14
______
167
GOT ME ?
G = 7
O = 15
T = 20
M = 13
E = 5
______
60
now you got
167 and 60.
multiply all
the individual digits
except zero:
1 * 6 * 7 * 6 = 252 then
in comes our magic
number, 13.
add the digits of 252
and multiply the sum by
the digits of 13 then
multiply the digits of
the end-product with
the digits of
13 then
multiply the digits of
the new end-product
with the digits of
13 then
repeat the last procedure
to your heart's content
and feel it burn at
the core of you,
INFINIT[EL]Y.
2 + 5 + 2 = 9
9 * 1 * 3 = 27
2 * 7 * 1 * 3 = 42
4 * 2 * 1 * 3 = 24
2 * 4 * 1 * 3 = 24
2 * 4 * 1 * 3 = 24
1 * 2 * 3 * 4 = 24
... ∞ ...
and
indie End
you'll realize
you're left
with the same
digits right
before yore
eyes
like matchsticks setting --
the Sun -- your Heart
aflame.
[K]NOW.
Start picking up the pieces
and count:
1 + 2 + 3 + 4 = 10
that's all there is --
a perfect binary
bipolar Duality
yet One,
a gift adrift
...free...
written 07/07/08
originally after the now-defunct poem
@ http://poetrycritical.net/read/49519/
and now-resurrected
@ http://poetrycritical.net/read/49541/
thank you infinitely, Unknown.
; )
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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 13 Jul 08 8:08AM | Thread Closed |
BANDIT: ROBBED RABID
fractalcore
naught-tee bone sue-rounding
left eye inn ore-bit gave
no resistance when thee
awe-there ball got snatched
from eats right-full space
left had been since then [left]
skeptic about ev'ry right
bent on tracking ev'ry looter down
guilt as heavy as the drought in skin
brittle with sin without a doubt
law-shun
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49521/
thanks, unknown.
: )
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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 13 Jul 08 1:23PM | Thread Closed |
HOW ARE YOU?
fractalcore
i am very
well thank Gawd
as i don't have any
money to my name
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49611/
thanks, raskolniikov.
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| re: buried in my own shit fractalcore 13 Jul 08 4:39PM | Thread Closed |
rather
HOW ARE YOU?
fractalcore
i am very
well thank Gawd
as i don't have [m]any
money to my name
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritic al.net/read/49611/
thanks, raskolniikov.
: )
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| hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 13 Jul 08 6:41PM | Thread Closed |
I'LL TELL YOU THIS
fractalcore
green peas in tortured can: the
peace corps guy's accusations
i am the speye in the sky
who doesn't brush his teeth unless i wasn't
meeting the president
coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low
sunday's still a workday, tijuana fever
by the river looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit
looking back half-empty with conversation
converted to tortured songs or broken
beer bottle or whine glass
cubed things etched by the hands, framed
or, in the hands framed: the kew-bing
lost in trail looking for the cave
the craziest thing you'll ever do
you're weirder than i am
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth
out of the box and into it by intuition
kite made in the blue book: flown on a delighted stranger's
daylight brasierres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions
waist-monkey will be mine
till it's too dirty to wear around
take its picture before i take it home
in my low-cost coconut shirt
i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me
to death with my finger pointed in the right direction
i could've sung and played guitar in front
of 256 people but ryan's just a kid
and i'll let him know
i have trouble putting my thoughts in order
but i can listen to my rapid eye movement all day
and that's my dirty secret
amongst countless
others of course
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/888/
thanks, gnormal.
: )
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 13 Jul 08 6:48PM | Thread Closed |
make that
I'LL TELL YOU THIS
fractalcore
green peas in misshapened can: the
peace corps guy's accusations
i am the speye in the sky
who doesn't brush his teeth unless i wasn't
meeting the president
coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low
sunday's still a workday, tijuana fever
by the river looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit
looking back half-empty with conversation
converted to tortured songs or broken
beer bottle or whine glass
cubed things etched by the hands, framed
or, in the hands framed: the kew-bing
lost in trail looking for the cave
the craziest thing you'll ever do
you're weirder than i am
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth
out of the box and into it by intuition
kite made in the blue book: flown on a delighted stranger's
daylight brasierres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions
waist-monkey will be mine
till it's too dirty to wear around
take its picture before i take it home
in my low-cost coconut shirt
i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me
to death with my finger pointed in the right direction
i could've sung and played guitar in front
of 256 people but ryan's just a kid
and i'll let him know
i have trouble putting my thoughts in order
but i can listen to my rapid eye movement all day
and that's my dirty secret
amongst countless
others of course
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/888/
thanks, gnormal.
: )
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 13 Jul 08 7:06PM | Thread Closed |
darn it
I'LL TELL YOU THIS
fractalcore
green peas in misshapened can: the
peace corps guy's accusations
i am the speye in the sky
who doesn't brush his teeth unless i wasn't
meeting the president
coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low
sunday's still a workday, tijuana fever
by the river looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit
looking back half-empty with conversation
converted to tortured songs or broken
beer bottle or whine glass
cubed things sketched by the hands, framed
or, in the hands framed: the kew-bing
lost in trail looking for the cave
the craziest thing you'll ever do
you're weirder than i am
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth
out of the box and into it by intuition
kite made in the blue book: flown on a delighted stranger's
daylight brasierres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions
waist-monkey will be mine
till it's too dirty to wear around
take its picture before i take it home
in my low-cost coconut shirt
i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me
to death with my finger pointed in the right direction
i could've sung and played guitar in front
of 256 people but ryan's just a kid
and i'll let him know
i have trouble putting my thoughts in order
but i can listen to my rapid eye movement all day
and that's my dirty secret
amongst countless
others of course
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/888/
thanks, gnormal.
: )
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