the county of contrition - right up "i owe you an apology" alley

[cleaver]

i have pissed off more people
than i have entertained
: here :
for they have plugged into me
and needed me
and i was painfully
un-up to the task that had been assigned...

just now, a dear soul,
who expected much more
and got far less
and any explanation
seems....
no, elicits...
no....

yes.

a thread to attempt contrition.

apologize, you fucks....
none of them read you for that any more.
they read you to hate you.
but your conscience reads you too...

apologize here
to massage your dark conscience,
mofos...

or don't.
you chickenshit fucks!

::::::::::
farmer girl.
i am sorry.
you deserved more than i could
and...
(lots of and that never needed to cancer you and for which i arsenic'd up)
:::::::::
whatever.

i'm gonna write now.

i know you will survive.

and
i do hate to know
once again
that i was nothing but
a stretch...

feed the kids.
they're real.

though this diversion does indeed bleed...
net sum loss
in heat.

 

[pointless]

do you have any creamsicles?

 

[Disgustipated]

do you have any creamsicles?

I have Creamsicle yogurt.

 

[cleaver]

what is funny
pointless and pam
is that...
misery loves bystanders...
and in a pinch, you'll both do.

 

[pointless]

yogurt? get fucked.

 

[cleaver]

yogurt? get fucked.

i guess the check cleared.
and yes.
yogurt
(if anyone sees you)
is shit.

lit's an easy ball pump.
you're safe still.

 

[Saint Peter]

How is Lit an easy ball pump?

 

[pointless]

does it matter?

 

[parodyluvr75]

I want a blueberry popsicle or a bomb pop.

 

[cleaver]

well, pete....
of course it doesn't matter.
it's why he feels safe reporting his shits.
and why he mostly succeeds at it...

see?

to say that you are sorry about something that pertains to here
is simple.
to mean it
and to have it land
is
painfully vulnerable.

i am willing
(and unafraid)
to check my glib at the door.

 

[Saint Peter]

Real glib cannot be
turned on and off
like a television

Real glib is solid
and slightly squishy
like fake boobs

 

[pointless]

god. so bitchy. can't a dude just ask for creamsicles without some racist cuntstain getting all catty about it?

 

[Saint Peter]

Don't be so glib.

 

[pointless]

get me a creamsicle and i'll think about it.

 

[Noor]

saying you're sorry works better in pms.

 

[cleaver]

saying you're sorry works better in pms.

contrition is real when it reads real.

people refuse to own their shit here.

their problem.

death by creamsicle, as it we3re.

 

[Noor]

contrition is real when it reads real.

people refuse to own their shit here.

their problem.

death by creamsicle, as it we3re.

I get it.

 

[cleaver]

there's a meal that was missed
and an opportunity avoided
and an ass that was offered too soon...

it was there in the mix
predicated on false pretenses
and some wiley
musings
(both en clair and not so)

i shook when i came
each time that i came
and was wary of being discovered
for how shaken i was
and so...

in retrospect
more...

far more
should have been offered in
the absolute terror
that created
what was...

perhaps it was the wafture of....
death about
that left me so uneasy...

and the desperations you held back just outside the door

you deserved better
though you got the best i could muster-

at the time i craved an apology
(for what, i'm still not sure)
though now,
my prejudices and predilections
were all the worthy of blame
(though quite how, i'm still not comfortably accepting)

a wash...
but an address
and an uncured wound that i'll own

 

[Lorilei]

I don't enjoy feeling apologetic.

 

[pointless]

few do.

 

[cleaver]

I don't enjoy feeling apologetic.

that's a good thing, lolo...

it is supposed to cleanse...

why do you think they've canonized it
as liturgy?

i am just at that point where
to clean a closet
is not simply about donating uneasy stuffs
to
the "somebody elses"

did you get doted upon today, dear one?

 

[Lorilei]

that's a good thing, lolo...

it is supposed to cleanse...

why do you think they've canonized it
as liturgy?

i am just at that point where
to clean a closet
is not simply about donating uneasy stuffs
to
the "somebody elses"

did you get doted upon today, dear one?

Only if you count the puppy.

 

[cleaver]

Only if you count the puppy.

of course
the puppy counts...

in the way one needs it to count.

but then,
who is really counting
on an arbitrary day
that
we have been sold
to arbitrarily tally
the unquantifiable?

of course the puppy counts.

the puppy is simply overjoyed
if only to count...

purer than a store bought rose.