sorry lads, but
yesterday was the shit. a long-lost brother (10 years unseen) is now lost again due to our father's inability to restrain himself and wait *until the time was right* the old man showed up unwelcome through an email, so my brother hath freaked, and disappeared again. we had emailed much and he is a brilliant guy. so I says FUCK

the rest of my present story is also quite the bag of shit...but I won't bore you all any more.

as for quoting: poetry, though it is outmoded in our glorious age, it is a large part of my life. cackers is actually a writer with a day job. (is plenty published, but the shit don't pay) doesn't stand for poetry-haters. please just *ignore* me if you can't deal.

my boat: Berryman is at the wheel these days. Sir Thomas Wyatt is the security man. Tom Eliot minds the bar.

Laters.
( cackers, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 10:34, 6 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I don't hate poetry.
I was making a joke.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 10:46, Reply)

not bored
sounds fascinating - do tell!
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 11:24, Reply)

What was all that about?

( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 12:35, Reply)

www.b3ta.com/questions/offtopic/post345392
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 13:05, Reply)

cheers lads
sorries. was all run out of humor. dodging bullets at work now. maybe catch you all later.
( cackers, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 16:37, Reply)

I'm still lost
is this meant to be visual diarrhoea? Because that's what it looks like to me.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 8:54, Reply)