| = holy... :( | Sigartau Alex [01.Jul.04 12:20] |
| jesus tap-dancing christ! is this possible? can someone really write this bad? it's simply awful! upon a reading of the text, i find further comments are not necessary. | |
| = Eject | Diana Pacuraru [09.Feb.05 01:43] |
| I personally find this text empty and lacking any psychological, ethical and "sensitival" sense. Sorry. Eject | |
| = Erase and rewind... | Dennis Edward Moustapha [11.Feb.05 13:24] |
| That's because you simply lack...vision? This poem is not actually a poem, it's more like a train of thought recording. Stop reading between the lines you guys, or you're gonna end up like one of them in between spaces. Empty! ...cause I've been wasting my time. | |
| = You are sooooooooo boring | Diana Pacuraru [19.Feb.05 00:57] |
| Well then, dear, we'll hire you to read the poems from 4 yr old little kids, let's see what vision you'll have there. Or for little teenage girls who write about the prince charming. Enjoy that, because I am surely wasting my time with you. You didn't post that comment because you liked the poem, but to show how lacking I am. Pretty boring and expected. | |
| = Boredom is Power!!! | Dennis Edward Moustapha [20.Feb.05 08:01] |
| Are you not a young little teenage girl yourself? Hopefully not for long! Oh, and, by the way, I love that valley girl accent of yours! Like, OH MY GOD! Like - TOTALLY! | |
| = No offence, but... | Diana Pacuraru [25.Feb.05 11:14] |
| No, I am not a young teenage girl and I don't think that being such a genious like you gives you the right to judge people. You have really become boring. I'm serious. You're like a little teenage boy that annoys all the girls around him, just to seem interesting. No offence. | |
| = liked it | ion amariutei [25.Feb.05 20:08] |
| interesting technique, sort of a pointillistic psychological journal, laced with common places but in an ironic way: *doesn’t see the forest/ because of the trees*, *Are we going places?*, *the one and only*, *how was I*, etc. somehow the irony and ludic appetite are saving this (pretty long) poem from weariness | |