a. j. prufrock
er...nothing.
posted by Duck @ 11:26 AM
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Pilgrim Grey
Arse Poetica!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
About Me
- Name: Duck
- Location: Pakistan
Several years ago -three to be exact- I volunteered to participate in a psychological experiment. I was to undergo various tests that would assess my cognitive functions. Before the actual tests, however, they had to examine my blood to see that I fit the bill, in terms of a normal and healthy person. It was then that they found that my blood's blood, or Spea, was dying. The well groomed, suit clad, business minded individuals dwelling inside my circulatory vessels were unaware of their being part of a complex, multi-cellular organism. Their universe was a human and their human was irresponsible. The case was brought in front of the Supreme Court. The doctor's daughter, who had fallen in love with me, had no choice but to banish any thoughts of us and move on. She still loves me but has a practical side that I cannot bring myself to resent. I was told that the French/German poet, Croixan Sawnt was my only hope if i were to escape but i have been unable to contact him. I have found out only recently that ever since he lost his leg in the famed 'War of the Arachnids', Sawnt has gone into hiding. Neither of his daughters has heard from him in five years.
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umer i just got back from hunza a week ago. dont ask me why i must do this here instead of writing out a mail (which i daresay i owe you) but u know wat its like, when u cant write one out you cant write one out. anyhow i managed to get my mobile stolen while i was away and with it i have been robbed of ure number, so could you mail me ure number so i can get in touch with u. theres much to indulge in collective emotional masturbation over as is evident from this post. btw... umm never mind
- reluctant (who shall wear the bottom of his trousers rolled and measure his life in medicine scoops)
p.s just wondering, am i the only current scavenger on a hunt for literary carrion around here or not?
indeed thou art alone. nobody reads this shit...which is why i take liberties. be not frowny over this last post...it was an accident. like the ones we have in pants.
the mail has been sent. the number within. the whore has been lent. the member within.
what on earth did you start your comment with my name for?
i like to pretend like somebody would know who i am or care.
WHICH THEY WON'T...AAH THE MIRTH THE MIRTH THE MYRRH HUFFING MIRTH.
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