11-15-2006, 11:51 PM
Quote:Because standard, garden variety eurotrash are the beneficiaries of two generations of being security leaches, are pblivious to that state of play, and top it off by being blinders-on ingrates.
Any other questions?
PS: Van, as kind as your other words were, Pete's got a significant edge on me in experience, as well as in erudition. All I have is a higher post count.
Occhi
This is not a slam toward Pete, but Occhi, my dear rogue, you write so much better than Pete. Pete uses words like blunt force trauma. A club. Cold, hard edged, brutal, no frills, just hard edges. Reading what he writes is like being hit with a brick. (Which can be a good thing, nothing at all wrong with that.)
You on the other hand, put away the blunt objects and tend to cause trauma with a feather. It is kinky and weird and strange. The feather never goes where you expect it to, never tickles exactly what it should, and typically comes away with unexpected results. You write poetically, with irony, double meanings, entendre.
Where Pete lops off an arm with an axe in one well placed blow, you deal the death of a thousand tiny cuts with a sheet of paper and a side of lemon juice.
I have no clue what my own writing is like. I am an observer, but can not observe my self.
If Occhi uses a single feather, I am probably guilty of using the whole chicken.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."