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Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:10 pm
by whimsicaldeb
Last edited by whimsicaldeb on Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:06 am; edited 1 time in total
... yeah, because after I posted I saw I had misspelled dilemma. Spontaneous for me means lots of typos! And if I see them, they bug me until I fix them.
But if I don't see them ...

Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:13 pm
by Doreen Peri
Stealing other people's songs?
Ackkkk!
So Sue Me!
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:16 pm
by firsty
lots of edited posts considering the topic.
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:21 pm
by Doreen Peri
Didn't see the edits. Hmmm... So much for sponteneity!
firsty... I don't have <a href> html code accepted here so if you want to post that link, use the URL code.

Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:24 pm
by stilltrucking
you got to make some sense out it firsty
this is not speaking in tongues
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:25 pm
by stilltrucking
okay I want put an
Of in there I will leave it stand

Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:26 pm
by stilltrucking
I mean I won't
hey look ma no edits
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:29 pm
by whimsicaldeb
"... Songs are just songs..." - Ramble by Doreen; from: sosueme1.mp3
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 3:48 pm
by stilltrucking
sometimes a song is a song
sometimes a cigar is just a cigar
I have a friend who edits posts, after I have replied. He will change the complete meaning of his posts...
Firsty/Pelerine knows all about edited posts
This is the point of mousey's post for me.
I am not the man I used to be because of litkicks, that flame board was my Zen board. I had plenty of lessons from pelerine and firsty. He touched a nerve deb. I replyied not out of anger, but fear. I don't want to go there, I have nothing to forgive. firsty don't even remember, who remembers trolls
I have not read this over, I love to let it rip, just hit the >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>submit button when I have no idea of what I wrote
Kind of like the bear in the old pogo comic strip, he could write but not read, he had to get the other critters to read it to him. Aphasia? who knows, my mind is a joke
firsty I read these over after I post them, I just like to hit the submit button from the last line of the text box visible, I did not edit to mess around with the meanings, only to correct typos that made difficult for me to read. but now that we have established the rules I won't edit these..................................
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submit
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 4:04 pm
by stilltrucking
Firsty you can say anything to me
I need your poetry
I been trying to open more stuff in MSWORD but those little squiggle lines under my words intimidates me. I lose the flow. SOmething about an open text box, it feels like working with out a net.
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 4:12 pm
by stilltrucking
Sorry mousey I can't seem to let go of this one.
Firsty I don't even know if you were refering to me or deb. I am spending a lot of time thinking about the anger/fear connection. A meditation on fear and anger. Hard to describe how I would feel on litkicks, I had everyword coming I am sure.
I felt as if you said I was cheating. I suppose I was more scared than angry, maybe a little of both. I did not get your point. Just words about words, how Kerouac and his buddies would sit talking about minutae, rehash coversations from years ago "and we were standing in front of.... in denver...and Bull said...and then Japhy said...
it is so mundane and miraculous to me these words, I am just a word kook, pay me no mind
carry on poetry man.
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 4:34 pm
by Doreen Peri
Hey ST - Keep on rambling, brotha... It will keep you from spontaneously combusting.... (maybe.. lol)

Posted: June 21st, 2006, 4:39 pm
by stilltrucking
summer in the garden of Doreen's vision,

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Posted: June 21st, 2006, 5:22 pm
by whimsicaldeb
eating watermelon
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 5:25 pm
by stilltrucking
it is good to sprinkle a little salt on it sometimes
makes it taste sweeter
The last time I saw that banner I racked my brain trying to figure out how I could carry a water mellon home from the store on my motorcycle.