BTRIPP

I'm going to try to get this done now. I've been slacking on my poems big time and have sort of half caught up ... but it's sort of bass-ackwards in that I've got all the stuff in the new notebook typed up, but not the other 7 poems at the end of the previous notebook. So ... I have a bunch ready to roll here, but they're not in sequence from the previous stuff I'd posted here over a month ago (which I'm sure bothers me more than anybody else).

So, look out ... there are TWELVE posts following this one!

Oooh, how Borg ... 1of12 ... tee-hee!

These are going to be even more confusing, since I'm starting with the latest (hey, wrote this one today!) and working backwards to mid-July. You have to read all these, so clear some time and get out the hankies.





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Yeah, I can smell it too ... by the time I'm half way through these there won't be crap for me to say as an introduction ... Oh well ... the poems are the thing, not my blithering!

"I am IDIOT, hear me Blither!"





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I'm feeling a might sheepish about the titling on these ... I was "out of pattern" in terms of dealing with the poems, so the phase where things usually get a title slapped on them was sort of just blown through after the fact ... as anybody reading these would be able to tell (uh, IS anybody reading these?) I pretty much just grabbed a line from each poem for its title.

Sorry ... no refunds.





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La, la, la ... I have Egg Foo Yung waiting in the kitchen ... I need to get this stuff done.

I really should be working on school stuff tonight but I'm AVOIDING that big-time. Sure hope I get it done before class in the morning.





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Oh, look ... that's the last (the first?) of August ... if you were paying attention (yeah, RIGHT) you would have noticed that there was a big ugly week-long gap with no poems in there (waitaminute ... you say a week with no poems is LESS ugly than a week with 'em???). Yep. I'm a big stupid failure. I know it. Don't rub it in ... DAMMMIT!





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OK, this is coming right along ... we're half way there, you lucky people!

Just think about the BRIGHT SIDE of my poems .... YOU don't have to EXPERIENCE the emotional states that cause these puppies to spew out like this ... you can just rubberneck their morbid carnage as you surf on by on the information highway!





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(sigh) ... I do wish I had those other seven poems done ... they've been sitting on my desk for weeks ... I've found, however, that I have a lot better luck with typing them up via the laptop (something about the itty-bitty notebooks sitting comfy on the laptop making it easier to decode them).

Well ... it will give you all something to look forward to!





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"727 comin' out of the sky ..." I just love those "Boeing dates".

Anybody out there in my little corner of LJ land that's from Montreal? I'm heading up there ("I'm leeeeeaving on a jetplane ...") two weeks from today to go to my cousin's wedding. I'm already practicing new ways to mangle French!





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Now, something from the "good news" front ... just this past week I discovered the way to use the LJ-Cut tag to "drop out" stuff from the post. Why, you ask, is this a good thing, since I was already using the cut tags to remove the offending poems from public view? Well, I can now "tidy up" my template and just have ONE of those lovely "BTRIPP" graphics in each posting!

Isn't that AMAZING???





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Man ... does the rest of the fucking world have some ability that I don't know about? It seems like I'm some sort of a shit bag for wanting to finish up on what I'm in the middle of working on when I'm RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of working on something. My protestations of "hey, let me finish this and I'll be out in a few minutes" gets nowhere ... man ... now I'm on edge and want to break something ... damn.





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... AND ... who came up with the fucking delusional idea that bitching at me to "finish up what I'm working on" was going to do ANYTHING other than slow the process down??? Come on ... I'm working on something ... it takes X amount of time ... if I have to listen and respond to being bitched at that's going to add time, and then I'll need to figure out where I was, what I was doing, and try to get back into the flow of it with pure naked rage seething through my veins. Why can't the world just shut the fuck up and let me get finished? grrrrrrrr.....





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Oh well ... here's the last one ... of course NOW I'm in a pure shitty mood instead of feeling any accomplishment/relief at getting this done. That's how my fucking life goes ... there is NOTHING which counts for ANYTHING that I do, and there is NOTHING that I "achieve" that isn't IMMEDIATELY fucked with so that I feel like a piece of crap. Needless to say ... more poems to follow!

Oh, lookie there ... how apropos!





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