Okay, Jack, swine, ...swine is fine right? Messed-up is fine, ...tit-for-tat...”swine” is fine ~ just as arbitrary, just as pointless...& inarticulate a retort. The mediocre monolog-to-end-game-design...that is the popular methodology of the 21st century. Jingo gets the floor, ...and gladly given. The buggers bought the medium.
My crime? First I post some singular notions on a capricious board...which just so happens, I’ve surmised, to be a celebration of creative energy & the human condition. Then local accepted short-jibing, non-reading, “swine” terms the effort “messy”...then eventually “messed-up”. ...No poignant dialogue to reach eventual clarity via language and use of mental alacrity & imagination, just a dart...and a shrug...and that’s perfectly acceptable everyday jabberwocky herein. Then one is supposed to just let it slide...good naturedly and shtick right along...as if it’s the happenin’ ride. As if it’s furthuring something. Great, all well & good: Hell, I dig Mick’s humor & occasional reference as I’ve already said...& I’ve expressed an appreciation for certain offerings by said to the board. But does time aboard & the-hackneyed-jab really purchase a ticket to jibe brick after brick of a mad bugger’s wall...unconditionally...as the status quo? This ain’t personal...it’s handle-to-handle...& an appropriate cyber response...given the circumstances.
Now “impostor” is the solitary-dim-witted-buzzword as well. A brush of the hand...and a paranoid gesture...and my handle is now a fake? & that’s cool too? After a few months of earnest reading and wholly original participation herein, ...that’s the best of it? That’s what applying some genuine interest in Dan’s site brings a newbie panelist. That’s what posting creative thoughts on the Dave Baerwald board garners a creative versifier...& fan. Not discourse, ...but discharge. The key to this POS, ...go along to get along...and keep it simple, ...& throw-in a bllshidt bag every now & then, a political &/or Arts link...? Groovy. The lowest common denominator rises like curdle to the top...in celebration of great art. I get it now. Just for the record, St. Nick, & this is the only personal item herein, ...you’re wrong brother. & it’s a funny sort of gesso you paradox with. There’s no more room in real-time for mediocrity as a pastime...so it’s doubly ridiculous to participate in it here, ...& it is just perfect that no one else chimes-in to question your petty diversions to furthuring notions.
Furry-guy, you’ve written your name in pizz on what could be a testament to high-art & dialogue...& apparently David is your enthusiastic brother-in-arms, sidling, in seeming antithesis to his art, with apathy and the blind mud-toss...of the short-jab- myopia; ...so the ruse is yours. So be it. We’ve dined at your table...and several have learned to live with dysentery.... It’s a choice. ...I’m making one as well.
Do me a favor, Dan, ...& TOS Messg2Bear. I’ll watch for db’s stuff the old fashioned way...& write...baby...write.... See you on the circuit. My only regret is not having heard any of the Burn Units...and some of the available db discs.
G’nite.
