The Locking of the Avril Thread

You say you weren't privileging 'roots' above 'becoming'
Then why did you say 'roots' without 'becoming' was 'just' something?

You wanted to have your cake and eat it too;
Eating without having wasn't good enough for you?

Then why did you say 'becoming' without 'roots' was 'just' something?

Did you steal that from KRS-ONE or something?

And as for NY, consider 3rd Bass
You know, the ones who wrote 'Gas Face'

the original thread's been lost long ago
and now we're comparing the relative slow -

ness of calum and some other young dudes
and doubting legality regardin' the nudes

I can't ascertain if devolving
is the name of the game or evolving

would indict more the truth
regarding digression into trolls' youth.

momus's a good sport, with patience to spare
too bad his opinions are founded on air.

'The Locking of the Avril Thread'...
One it it will be put to bed.

the expression:
"don't hate the player, hate the game."

binaries of necessity privilege one element.
this is why we should reject them,

not pay lip service to rejecting them
and then pick a prong.

my catholic self feels bad
that I am not rhyming

but I do not have
the rhymes tonight!

I hope my half-brained stab
at MacLeish's diction

is at least somewhat
amusing.

as for your harping
on a single word

from my broader point:
here's a binary

you may recognize.
Forest/trees.

Or do you find it chafes your freedom
To go AA BB CC, man?

as being pro-rhyme! for whatever reason
tonight

when I put fingers to keyboard
it's lines like these that come.

I suspect
it has something to do

with how I write
when I write in rhyme:

i.e.,
pen to paper

not keyboard
to screen.

But then again, I am a cad
For I, too, have not called my dad.

I'm sure you are all erudite
And can the play in question cite?

It's all here! omgwtf xpost even the crazy html crap of style/substance thread

(xpost)

does that count?

The old Jew did this, made a new snuffbox, and filled it with tobacco. Then he went to the House of Study and offered everyone a pinch. They snuffed and snuffed, and everyone who snuffed it cried: ‘Oh, what wonderful tobacco! It must be because of the box. Oh, what a wonderful box! Wherever did you get it?' So the old man told them about the good sacred goat. And then one after the other they went out on the street and looked for the sacred goat.

The sacred goat was pacing the earth and the tips of his black horns touched the stars. One after another the people went up to him and begged permission to cut off a bit of his horns. Time after time the sacred goat leaned down to grant the request. Box after box was made and filled with tobacco. The fame of the boxes spread far and wide. At every step he took, the sacred goat met someone who asked for a piece of his horns.

Now the sacred goat still paces the earth – but he has no horns.

OTM. I'm just sittin' back with popcorn, enjoying the show.