Behold: the "Cliché Manifesto 3.0"! This occasion also marks the posting of the 460th 464th poem on mig81.com. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
[Newsflash: "ulai seret kahol'", "A Eulogy for Blazej's 802.11g Wireless PCI Card", "handbag cum love ethereal" and "one day" are now available on newsstands across the country, or wherever fine pr0n poetry is sold.]
Also, with great pride and respect (and entirely without permission whatsoever) I now would like to present a poem by mig81.com's very own new poet, and my good friend, Blazej Krukowski. Enjoy.
a button depressedeveryone has a button
most people go their entire lives
holding their button pressed
sometimes they get tired
they let their finger rest
then the button they repress
i have a button too
it's even harder pressed
then the button gets depressed
it takes aspecial kind of person
to keep someone's button pressed
not end up own-button depressed
my button a million times pressed
million times depressed repressed
i no longer want buttonpressed
i just want to be caressed
P.S. Blazej, I do apologise for the use of the <pre> tag, since I have no better-looking way to preserve the original formatting.
I feel deeply honoured. You can post any of my shit without permission whenever you like:-) Thank you for preserving the formatting. You're a good man, Mike and a proffesional.
Thank you for spelling the Canadian way. In return, I shall overlook your other spelling and grammer issues - this time.
... how come i always get through the grammar and spelling security scott-free? just how badly do i have to things?
"me love you long thyme"?
why there gotta be so many poet geniuses in the world? (well on this site anyways) as if having mike around wasn't intimidating enough. bloody hell.
that was wonderful
I don't know. Maybe it's because you rarely post things that could annoy or upset me.
Blazej is a good man and a good poet (finally, heh), but he sometimes doesn't know when to stop.
Yeah, I know!
AHAHAHAHA! I just imagined you saying it in the "Little Britain" voice. ;)
Excellent. That was the desired effect. Have I delusions or have you deleted some other post of mine relating to 1980s disk-trading? Or did I post it in the wrong place...
I'm glad the desired effect was effective. To answer your question, yes, I am on a rampage of comment deletion; the delusion must go on. Also, I'm going insane. MLP told me she posted a poem here, but I can't find it anywhere.
oooh i think you will find this of interest seeing as you like vinyl
Oh, man. Thanks! I didn't realise that there were more of those things out there.
completely off topic, completely out there... but you might find it amusing
one two three four
I declare a holy war
five six seven eight
try to keep the facts straight.
AHAHAHAHA! You're amazing, sweetie. You know, years later people will look back on these exchages and they'd be jealous. We, however, would have the snide, wizened grins that would say: "We were there." ;)
Congrats, Blazey, I acttually grasped your poetry, perhaps even its meaning -- depressing thought. It was one of the very few items on mig81 dealing with non-tech, non-Jungian, non-Freudian, non-apocalyptic ideas. On behalf of all mere mortals, my thanks.
Thank you, sir. It means a lot to me. Really. All my life I've been trying to convey the message. With some help from Mike, I finally found a conveyor belt.
Is it a run-of-the-mill type?
No, it is the snake sandwich type.
R: AHAHAHAHA! I feel a little too godlike for my own good now. ;) But seriously, thank you for the kind words for Blazej's premiére.
B&P: Awesome. I am very honoured to be your conveyor. For the record, I like sandwiches and dislike snakes, however.