Pissed off today?

[smithpeter]

Your job will never be understood.
In the US we are all engrossed with Labor Day weekend.
Oh joy.
So write a poem.


jump on a bandwagon
of mistrust and incompetence, accusation,
so needed hugs are laid off like
simple layers of honesty
unneeded
like the bread that is unkneaded
and tossed for lack of sensitive
trustworthiness, yeasty plumpness
and
other long non existent words
sink,
simply sink and deflate

 

[Senna Jawa]

a handy thread -- thank you, SmithPeter

Indeed, I wonder if it was a software accident or someone was pissed off at me and found a quiet, peaceful way to express it by unvoting her/his 5. If that's what has happened then it was not really straight or gutsy--s/he could tell me about the unvoting business, privately perhaps, and then it would be nicer.

Is there such a thing as unvoting? I guess. Literotica is so funny and full of mystery

BTW, this time it was not a question of any voting abuse which was "corrected" by Literotica. That vote was there since May.

What is your opinion Literoticians: is unvoting ok or is it an abuse? I have no opinion, it's fine with me, even if it would never occur to me to do such a thing, too unprincipled.

Regards,

 

[smithpeter]

Dear Senna Jawa,
I haven't the faintest fucking idea what you are talking about.
Is there a person reading this (and all the ships at sea) who knows more about stuff like sj is talking about?
It reminds me of the Woody Allen film when Marshall McLuhan steps out to give an opinion and rearranges the reality of the theater audience.
Then there is the film that I don't think exists. It is about a society that gives credit where none is due.
I bid you well,
I bid you adue,
sp

 

[WickedEve]

Senna, I've never heard of having a vote removed unless someone was caught voting twice. You should PM Laurel with this question.

sp, are you having a happy day?

 

[smithpeter]

 

[smithpeter]

one moment...ok, I'm ok

Question Marks Elude Me

like a wet noodle
the bastards appear
some would say bitches

the twist and doubt
the obvious ignorance
the not interested gaze
while holding up a lamp post
till the bacon fries
and eggs have eyes

 

[WickedEve]

 

[Angeline]

Was that Annie Hall

that had the Marshall McCluhan scene? I think so. If I recall, he appears out of nowhere to correct a person who's on line at a theater and misinterprets McCluhan, who steps over and says "That's not what I meant at all." Very satisfying.

That's one of my favorite films. Another scene in it I love is where the perfect couple, strolling down the street, is stopped by Woody who says " Look at you. So confident, so content, so happy! How do you do it?" The male half of the couple smiles perfectly and says "I'm completely vapid and so is she."

Thanks for helping me remember that.

 

[smithpeter]

I may need correction

is there a scene with lobsters running amuck and screaming? I was so young.

 

[Angeline]

Lobsters

Yes. There are lobsters.

I tried to get pissed off, but I only got sad. Then I remembered something and wrote a poem. Somehow it all seems to fit with the last few days, but I don't understand how or why yet.



In the rambler wagon,
rambling through towns
of indeterminate name,
we play cards
count license plates and cows.

We eat grapes and nectarines,
peanut butter sandwiches
proffered from the front seat.
We submerge in the stupor
peculiar to long drives.

We sleep and wake.
We listen to voices.
We listen to silence.

Cars creep and wink,
reflecting Route One and us:
Working-class pioneers,
escaping in dust and oil,
melting tar, empty bags,
escaping to the sun.

The towns look the same.
Churches, neat squares,
courthouses framed in old men
sitting on benches, on rockers,
sitting and watching in silence.

We slow, then stop.
This town is not the same.
Men in sheets and hoods
direct traffic, stop cars,
thrust papers in drivers’ hands.

I saw the paper.
Just for a moment,
just before Daddy cursed
and threw it on the floor.
I saw Mama’s eyes.
The cars crept in the heat
I was quiet.
I held my doll tight.

Outside the town
it was easier to breathe

Later.
A small hand waved at me
from the recess
of a shack near the road.

 

[smithpeter]

not so pissed, close

look at me walking away
it is too much

the sedans our parents and others
drove to the brink

my need for freedom
my inability to cope with life
in general
the result
of this large space
with only myself
my dog
a wide mowing machine
nothing spreading her legs
laughing in the early morning
or mid afternoon
being
with me
being the sage I smell in future

 

[Senna Jawa]

Senna, I've never heard of having a vote removed unless someone was caught voting twice. You should PM Laurel with this question.

Why should I bother or why should I bother Laurel? No, it was not any technical abuse. I am sure 99.999% who has awarded my poem that 5. As I said, it was there since May and until a couple of days ago.

sp, are you having a happy day?

Yes, it's simply sinful how nice it is around here, a day after a day. Sunnyvale lives up to its name. And I got good news from New York from and about someone visiting there. Etc. I am sorry Eve if you feel unhappy. At least I shared some cheerful notes with you. Cheer up, Eve.

Regards,

 

[WickedEve]

Senna, ever since I read your Tarzan parable, I've been extremely aroused. I have an image of you in my mind. I see you cavorting through the jungle in a loincloth. You're sweaty in a good manly sort of way. Your hair is a wild thing on top of your head. And your vine is hanging thick and long... and God help me, I want to swing from it. But *sigh* all you want to do is play with the monkeys.

My vision of Senna

 

[_Land]

Senna, ever since I read your Tarzan parable, I've been extremely aroused. I have an image of you in my mind. I see you cavorting through the jungle in a loincloth. You're sweaty in a good manly sort of way. Your hair is a wild thing on top of your head. And your vine is hanging thick and long... and God help me, I want to swing from it. But *sigh* all you want to do is play with the monkeys.

My vision of Senna

Hey hey its the monkeys

 

[smithpeter]

eve, nice guy,
_land are you going to change that av soon? it gives me a pain in my head.
i am just being boring but what was the meaning of this thread?

Oh yeah, pissed off

there is little time
time is an invention
not from God

God is invented
damn that pisses me off
big time
because that means

nothing is god like
nothing is
fuck you Buddha tooda

 

[_Land]

eve, nice guy,
_land are you going to change that av soon? it gives me a pain in my head.
i am just being boring but what was the meaning of this thread?

Oh yeah, pissed off

there is little time
time is an invention
not from God

God is invented
damn that pisses me off
big time
because that means

nothing is god like
nothing is
fuck you Buddha tooda

SMITHPETER THIS IS GOD TALKING<
I GAVE YOU A TOOL
NOW USE IT YOU FOOL

 

[Angeline]

I beg to differ

but there is too a God. His name is Lester Young.

Love,
Angeline
OH who has been on this board wayyyyy too much today (though it did help me avoid taking my kids for haircuts)



(P.S. Fuck you Buddha tooda is very very funny)

 

[Senna Jawa]

I want to swing from it.

Eve, you are not only a wicked woman but also dangerous!

 

[Senna Jawa]

A no win situation

 
 
 
 
                    A no win situation


        Paintings and art hang around -- an oasis,
        In every corner flowers in vases -- Why
        does a guy shit on the fan? A good question.
        You're advised to leave the room then.

        But when it's your fan and room and all
        You shout DIE!!! and grab the guy
        By his neck and pants in a futile attempt
        To clean the walls -- it makes no sense,
        The public has you in their contempt,
        The bastard wiggles, claims innocence,
        And damn!
        He keeps shitting on that fan.


wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
    1991-06-07

 

[WickedEve]

pissed off wife

Mr. Spend

Vanity machines in a row
where the fat and sweaty
along side the beautiful
peddle to nowhere.

He's toned and tanned
while little bellies growl.

We'll all be dieting during daddy's
two year membership to fitness.


Mr. Spend's Solution

He thought applying for food stamps
was a good idea.
Sauntered into social services
with eddie bauer and geoffrey beane
he picked up at good will.
Leaving behind completed application
and hint of hugo boss,
he casually threw his cell number
over his shoulder.

 

[Rybka]

A Time-Out for Senna Jawa!

A no win situation
. . .

wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1991-06-07

DANG IT, S.J. - YOU RHYMED!!

Now go wash your mouth out and sit in the corner until we tell you to come out!


With Shocked Regards, Rybka

PS: Actually it is quite good. But I have always wondered what position you have to be in to hit the fan.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Re: A Time-Out for Senna Jawa!

DANG IT, S.J. - YOU RHYMED!!

With Shocked Regards, Rybka

This two       day to day   dim noise       are posted in tiny font, hard on eyes, so let me reproduce them for you here:






  dim noise



      do u attend happy hours   dim bars
      u thrived on double drinks in single bars
      small talks big laughs truths at the glass bottom
      and the feel of sinking to the bottom

        i hear u married have a bunch of kids
        you work part time and play full time with kids
        u'r proud of your husband he's not like me
        but then nobody is truly like me

      i attend happy hours in dim bars
      i sing on double drinks in single bars
      small truths big laughs dimes at the glass bottom
      and the fear of sinking to the bottom



wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
      1991-08-29/30




  day to day


      only clouds no birds race across the sky
      i chase my errands in circles
      go on do not stop do not ask me why?

      sad songs at funerals when a man dies
      are simple acknowledge no miracles --
      only clouds no birds race across the sky

      i chase my errands i sell and i buy
      and birds? they perform in a circus
      go on do not stop do not ask me: why?

      my shirt's white i wear a colorful tie
      my face shows a web of wrinkles:
      only clouds no birds race across the sky!

      you're gaping at heavens searching for a pie
      but your pie only wiggles and wiggles
      go on do not stop! do not ask me why?

      i like my fate her humor so wry
      for an ice-cream she serves me some icicles
      only clouds no birds race across the sky
      Go on do not stop do not ask me: why?



wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
      1993-06-27



Regards,

 

[Rybka]

S.J. - FOR SHAME! You have been corrupted for over 10 years!

Regards, Rybka

 

[Senna Jawa]

S.J. - FOR SHAME! You have been corrupted for over 10 years!

Yes, for over 40 years.

Regards,

 

[_Land]

Feel the Love ermmm.........HATE

Thanks for the thread SP


Thick Hatred



The air Hangs thick
like a mississippi bog
no room to breath
no place to speak

silence, a cough, a stare
hatred oozes from your pores
the tension is to thick
it cant be cut

words stick in my throat
it is scortching
dry, cracked, parched
nothing comes out

choking on your hatred
gagging in silence
whoever said silence is golden
was lying through their teeth