Call for Submissions
Horror, Sleaze and Trash is currently accepting poetry submissions for the Summer 2017 issue of HST Quarterly.
If you're familiar with our website, then you already know the type of shit we usually publish, but our previous issues should give you an even better idea of what we'd like for the book. Please visit our Submissions page or submit directly to the editor at arthur.graham.pub@gmail.com.
All contributors are entitled to print/distribute their own copies however they see fit, so send us your very best shit!
Jeff wrote: "I know it ain't my thread, but I say let's let him babble ignored until he goes away."
Knowing it ain't yours never prevented you from shoving your fat ass anywhere except the top sellers list.
Knowing it ain't yours never prevented you from shoving your fat ass anywhere except the top sellers list.
I guess you prefer mediocrity to people trying to do their own thing. No one here cares about being a pretentious poetry snob. Quite contratictary to your attitude of 'indie writers', in this particular circle, we write anti-poetry so you arent really hurting anyone's ego here. You're so cute, really. Tell me, what hobbies does a psychopath have?
Sigh... I can't take you anywhere, PruneC!As for me, I love the lesbians -- please, help take some of these women off my plate!
So goodbye dear friends, hopefully forever. I'll always fondly remember how when I spoke seriously here the idiots called it babble. When I talked shit I was at their comfort level.
Now all you interesting people can return the thread to 3 views per day; PCP homos and lesbos.
Now all you interesting people can return the thread to 3 views per day; PCP homos and lesbos.
I swore I wiped it cleanMy butthole, it was pristine
Now I'm walking awkward,
With a forced backward lean
I haven't got the slightest idea where to stick this and am not requesting suggestions. Seems this blog- thread; whatever the fuck it is; has all kinds of bullshit on it already, so I figured I'd stick it here.
I am getting so fed up with three days of headline news about how this doctor; credentials yet to be fact checked as much as one can do that in the Third World; was inconvenienced in having to wait for the next plane.
"Big shit" should have been waiting for the mufuggin bus I used to take to get to my shithole job. Yeah, we're all supposed to piss in our drawers that the inconvenienced "professional" can't keep track of his fuckin' teeth like any other denture enhanced person does. And then he breaks his nose while trying to get them into or out of their case. You got any idea of how much of a schmuck you gotta be to do that? Noses don't break all that easy.
God forbid that the poor ass, low paid, employee of the airline got a seat ahead of the big shit, supposed doctor. And doctor of what? Fucking gender studies, philosophy, comparative religion, or refrigerator mechanics? Ph fuckin' D's are a dime a dozen, now available to every stupid ass who likes to park their ass in school forever, and whose daddy has the money to pay for the creaky seat.
This is just another example of how the ruling class uses the media to promote their every interest; including their inability to keep track of their own fucking teeth. The time for a new revolution is nigh.
I'd welcome any comments. However, if you disagree please shove your stupid, sovereign serving flunky ideas right up your fat ass.
I am getting so fed up with three days of headline news about how this doctor; credentials yet to be fact checked as much as one can do that in the Third World; was inconvenienced in having to wait for the next plane.
"Big shit" should have been waiting for the mufuggin bus I used to take to get to my shithole job. Yeah, we're all supposed to piss in our drawers that the inconvenienced "professional" can't keep track of his fuckin' teeth like any other denture enhanced person does. And then he breaks his nose while trying to get them into or out of their case. You got any idea of how much of a schmuck you gotta be to do that? Noses don't break all that easy.
God forbid that the poor ass, low paid, employee of the airline got a seat ahead of the big shit, supposed doctor. And doctor of what? Fucking gender studies, philosophy, comparative religion, or refrigerator mechanics? Ph fuckin' D's are a dime a dozen, now available to every stupid ass who likes to park their ass in school forever, and whose daddy has the money to pay for the creaky seat.
This is just another example of how the ruling class uses the media to promote their every interest; including their inability to keep track of their own fucking teeth. The time for a new revolution is nigh.
I'd welcome any comments. However, if you disagree please shove your stupid, sovereign serving flunky ideas right up your fat ass.
DeanTheDream wrote: "if you disagree please shove your stupid, sovereign serving flunky ideas right up your fat ass."I daresay, DeanTheDream, you seem to be a rather ILL-MANNERED, UNSYMPATHETIC FELLOW!!!
Arthur said; "I daresay, DeanTheDream, you seem to be a rather ILL-MANNERED, UNSYMPATHETIC FELLOW!!!"
Are you Hackle's sock puppet or is it vice-versa?
Are you Hackle's sock puppet or is it vice-versa?
DeanTheDream wrote: "Are you Hackle's sock puppet or is it vice-versa?"Actually, I am Hackle's amputated polydactyl extra finger.
Arthur wrote: "DeanTheDream wrote: "Are you Hackle's sock puppet or is it vice-versa?"
Actually, I am Hackle's amputated polydactyl extra finger."
You know what you can do with it. Right?
Actually, I am Hackle's amputated polydactyl extra finger."
You know what you can do with it. Right?
Jeff wrote: ""Fat ass" is hurtful terminology."
In this case, fat merely refers to the largesse which the enslaved defer to the kings and queens; while ass is a testimony to the ruling mental abilities.
That may seem contradictory; stupid asses governing over the good, intelligent, loving people. However, it is the case only because the good, intelligent, loving people have abandoned their rightful position for forty years; content to wallow in the depravity of the pleasures of the rotting flesh. Just look at Arthur.
The emancipating news is that that time has ended, and with the least flick of a switch the people will return to their throne; kind of the one your poem evoked.
All fists raised to Che.
In this case, fat merely refers to the largesse which the enslaved defer to the kings and queens; while ass is a testimony to the ruling mental abilities.
That may seem contradictory; stupid asses governing over the good, intelligent, loving people. However, it is the case only because the good, intelligent, loving people have abandoned their rightful position for forty years; content to wallow in the depravity of the pleasures of the rotting flesh. Just look at Arthur.
The emancipating news is that that time has ended, and with the least flick of a switch the people will return to their throne; kind of the one your poem evoked.
All fists raised to Che.
DeanTheDream wrote: "You know what you can do with it. Right?"Well, I never!
>:/
Arthur said; "Well, I never!"
You sure as hell have; and have further participated in everything the pious have yet to imagine. is this some sort of attempted appeal to innocent women? ........................ Should have said "woman" and be less wrong.
Not to worry. The whores are always forgiven. ................ Unless Constantine fictionalized that part.
You sure as hell have; and have further participated in everything the pious have yet to imagine. is this some sort of attempted appeal to innocent women? ........................ Should have said "woman" and be less wrong.
Not to worry. The whores are always forgiven. ................ Unless Constantine fictionalized that part.
DeanTheDream wrote: "The whores are always forgiven"I'll NOT have you speak on behalf of me and my whores, fine sir.
Arthur said; "I'll NOT have you speak on behalf of me and my whores, fine sir. "
My instincts are undoubedly leading me astray, as i can find no other way to interpret that statement, than imagining a clandestine censorship I have yet to experience in this bastion of freedom.
I am no doubt entirely wrong, and humbly request proper enlightenment.
My instincts are undoubedly leading me astray, as i can find no other way to interpret that statement, than imagining a clandestine censorship I have yet to experience in this bastion of freedom.
I am no doubt entirely wrong, and humbly request proper enlightenment.
DeanTheDream wrote: "My instincts are undoubedly leading me astray, as i can find no other way to interpret that statement, than imagini..."While PruneC's Rip Van Winkle-lookin' ass was fappin' off to Infinite Jest, I was hangin' out with THE ELITE, yo!
Douglas wrote; "While PruneC's Rip Van Winkle-lookin' ass was fappin' off to Infinite Jest, I was hangin' out with THE ELITE, yo!'
You might not have yet seen my response to this photo and your commentary which was put on a seldom travelled blog-thread on GR. As most of us have an aversion to redundancy, I will merely provide the old copy.
On it; Douglas wrote: "DeanTheDream my foot!
You WISH your old, Rip Van Winkle-lookin' ass was in this picture, you ILL-MANNERED, UNCIVIL, UNSYMPATHETIC FELLOW! >:/
It has finally come to my distracted attention that it was likely my crass attempted joke about your photo with the creator and continued maven of the unfortunately named Bizarro movement which has been the source of your continued chastisement. I would be reticent if I did not offer my sincerest of apologies for making light of what is clearly the highlight of your life. I am not one to step on dreams. It is only my crude insensitivity and a chance meeting with Mark Leyner which has prevented me from seeing that this was a highlight there is no forgiveness for such things. Therefore I ask none. I only offer my regrets.
HEHEHE. "NICE FACE" ON BOTH OF YOU.
In all seriousness Doug; did you ghost either of his decent books?
You might not have yet seen my response to this photo and your commentary which was put on a seldom travelled blog-thread on GR. As most of us have an aversion to redundancy, I will merely provide the old copy.
On it; Douglas wrote: "DeanTheDream my foot!
You WISH your old, Rip Van Winkle-lookin' ass was in this picture, you ILL-MANNERED, UNCIVIL, UNSYMPATHETIC FELLOW! >:/
It has finally come to my distracted attention that it was likely my crass attempted joke about your photo with the creator and continued maven of the unfortunately named Bizarro movement which has been the source of your continued chastisement. I would be reticent if I did not offer my sincerest of apologies for making light of what is clearly the highlight of your life. I am not one to step on dreams. It is only my crude insensitivity and a chance meeting with Mark Leyner which has prevented me from seeing that this was a highlight there is no forgiveness for such things. Therefore I ask none. I only offer my regrets.
HEHEHE. "NICE FACE" ON BOTH OF YOU.
In all seriousness Doug; did you ghost either of his decent books?
had to go for what is pretty much an early highlight reel of Ali. You might note how he often had his hands down by his waist. Everybody keeps them up by their face and he was showing off. Much of the black and white footage is from the fight with Liston; I don't know which of the two. The knockout has to be #2.
At the time Liston was so scary that many contenders wouldn't even fight him for big money. That's how 21 year old "Cassius Clay" got his shot and beat the fuck out of him.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axMLZ...
At the time Liston was so scary that many contenders wouldn't even fight him for big money. That's how 21 year old "Cassius Clay" got his shot and beat the fuck out of him.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axMLZ...
Douglas wrote; "You WISH your old, Rip Van Winkle-lookin' ass was in this picture, you ILL-MANNERED, UNCIVIL, UNSYMPATHETIC FELLOW! >:/"
Who's your girlfriend? I don't want to be unkind or anything; but if her nose got any wider, the hair in it would clog up her ears.
Er, that might have happened already.
Who's your girlfriend? I don't want to be unkind or anything; but if her nose got any wider, the hair in it would clog up her ears.
Er, that might have happened already.
Arthur wrote: "DeanTheDream wrote: "The whores are always forgiven"
I'll NOT have you speak on behalf of me and my whores, fine sir."
I suppose that my writing was unclear, as the "whores" I was referring to were (was) (is) you. That is so sloppy. I must engage an editor.
But anyhow, does that make it all right?
I'll NOT have you speak on behalf of me and my whores, fine sir."
I suppose that my writing was unclear, as the "whores" I was referring to were (was) (is) you. That is so sloppy. I must engage an editor.
But anyhow, does that make it all right?
Douglas wrote; "While PruneC's Rip Van Winkle-lookin' ass was fappin' off to Infinite Jest, I was hangin' out with THE ELITE, yo!"
I'd have thought that you'd put on a clean sweatshirt for the occasion.
I'm so sorry that I mentioned "Infinite Jest" to you. You really shouldn't feel that bad. Most people who say they have really haven't read it, and most of those who have don't understand it. Just read some of the GR "reviews."
And I usually hate to be a name dropper, but since you started it, I knew Patti Smith very well before she was Patti Smith. And Douglas Hackle wasn't even born yet, boy.
Phhhttttttt.
I'd have thought that you'd put on a clean sweatshirt for the occasion.
I'm so sorry that I mentioned "Infinite Jest" to you. You really shouldn't feel that bad. Most people who say they have really haven't read it, and most of those who have don't understand it. Just read some of the GR "reviews."
And I usually hate to be a name dropper, but since you started it, I knew Patti Smith very well before she was Patti Smith. And Douglas Hackle wasn't even born yet, boy.
Phhhttttttt.
DeanTheDream wrote: "I am no doubt entirely wrong, and humbly request proper enlightenment."I doubt you could afford one of my private consultations.
DeanTheDream wrote: "I suppose that my writing was unclear, as the "whores" I was referring to were (was) (is) you."That's Master King-Whore-Supreme to you, my good man.
Arthur wrote: "DeanTheDream wrote: "I am no doubt entirely wrong, and humbly request proper enlightenment."
I doubt you could afford one of my private consultations."
Do you really read this stuff? Did you hear me mention any form of remuneration, my presumtuous MKWS. I went for the acronym because I have a lot of trouble with the first word. sometimes when that word is used the next conversation is about hanky colors and pockets.
I doubt you could afford one of my private consultations."
Do you really read this stuff? Did you hear me mention any form of remuneration, my presumtuous MKWS. I went for the acronym because I have a lot of trouble with the first word. sometimes when that word is used the next conversation is about hanky colors and pockets.
Arthur, this is really your business. But now that this thread is the huge success it is, the big shots are even putting their pictures all over the thing, or getting their flunkies to do it.
That just doesn't seem right.
Like I said it's your business, but I'm telling you that if you allow Mark Leyner on here I'm gone.
That just doesn't seem right.
Like I said it's your business, but I'm telling you that if you allow Mark Leyner on here I'm gone.
DeanTheDream wrote: "sometimes when that word is used the next conversation is about hanky colors and pockets"https://user.xmission.com/~trevin/han...
Arthur! You deleted my song. This increases my already overloaded lack of understanding about what's PCP acceptable.
Damn. "Jemima Surrender" was huge.
Oh, got it. It's just too hetero.
Fuckin' Millennial.
Damn. "Jemima Surrender" was huge.
Oh, got it. It's just too hetero.
Fuckin' Millennial.
Some writers do these “day in the life” whines replete with reminisces. Everybody politely says nice stuff about the boring crap but never can find their wallet to show it. I figure the mufuggas must be getting something under the table; especially if they’re friends with Bloomers.
So, here goes my attempt to be fashionable. You wanna know what my wonderful day was like? I spent the morning at Walmart. Before I even got into the store I found that they had converted my favorite parking spot into a cart return. Shit! I used that one so I can find my Alzheimer’s ass back to the fuggin car. So I put it in one of those handicapped spaces near the doors. WTF they gonna do? Tow it? The fuggin lawsuit would wipe out a month’s profit.
So, no big shit to me, either way. I tried to enter the sumbitch, automatic door that has “Enter” right on top of the shit. Like sometimes some “rebellious” Millennial pussies, with paste-on goatees, were using it for an exit. Only this time there were like five of the “bad dudes” walkin’ slow as the old fart with his mouth open catching flies and his tongue doing some kinda shit I didn’t want a better view of.
So, I hadda wait there like an entire minute; thinkin’ about the punishment one must endure for doing the right thing. When I finally got in, I went to get a cart. Of course that happened to be the exact time that three other shitholes decided to do the same thing. So again, I waited while they fucked around with them, looking for one which the last slob didn’t get some kind of crud on the handle. I mean they got free wiping tissues right there, because of this. Again, I had to wait while the useless old bat with the breathing apparatus up her nose “greeted” me with her stoic prune face.
The store wasn’t all that crowded. Not with customers anyway. But, it was full of those uneducated Walmart employees blocking the aisles with those fat carts; ostensibly attempting to put the shit they sell in the right spot. You can understand that by then, I was getting more pissed than a cornholed lesbian. That really wasn’t the first word which came to mind, but you know ................
When I finally got all my stuff, the checkout lines were packed like it was some fucking holiday. So despite being warned that automatic checkout lines have no soul, I went there anyway. I wasn’t looking for any gotdam soul; and I figured the “people loving complaint artist” who said that had no better chance of knowing whether they did or not than me. I’ll tell you what they do have though. Loads of disgusting bodies with a penchant for shoving the monstrosity right next to yours while they amble around unconsciously trying to figure out how to work the mufugga; like it takes a doctorate.
If one more person smiles at me today and says “Have a nice day” with that yellow, round smiley face; I’m gonna say “Fat fucking chance. You too.” I might also point out that those round smiley things were made that shape so they can fit right up your fucking ass.
There has been much criticism of “social media.” I disagree. With the click of a button one is able to extricate themselves from the visual and written presences of annoying assholes. Without that you’d be stuck with them all day, or what seemed like it.
It is trite to say that when I tried to properly use the Exit, some fuck ass Millennials were again demonstrating their Che reminiscent rebellion by entering through it. Again I had to wait.
Anyway I found my car mostly because it’s the only one with a back color different than the front; thanks to the crapass body work done by some drunk, as a result of being rear-ended when stopped for a dog by some dipshit Millennial who thought that I was supposed to give an elephant sized shit because his neck hurt. Thinks I don’t know a scam when I see one. From my different POV thanks to them filling my space with another un-necessary cart return, I didn’t know where the nearest one was, so I defiantly left it right in the middle of the handicapped spot.
Safely at home, once more my neighbor to my left(if I’m facing front) just happens to have his ass right on the border of my property. Once more he made this big production of waving and smiling. Once more I sort of made an efficient wave back. This guy is a retired college professor. Forestry. Yeah, they teach that in college now. Need a mufuggin’ certificate to know how to plant a tree, know that the things like some water, and take a chainsaw to one you’re tired of looking at. Ah, guess it’s for the Millennials.
Guy told me his name was Bean, or one of those other phony ass WASP sounding names insecure people affect. Look. I ain’t prejudiced and you can kiss my Polack ass if you don’t believe me. Funny thing is that his wife who visits two days per month told me that he had changed his name from a Polish one. He seemed offended when I called him a Polack, so I don’t do that anymore, except under my breath. I call him “Honky” and he seems happy with that.
I had to carry all the groceries in while the sun blared a temperature of almost fucking 80. But as you can see-read I am once more happily ensconced in the GR I love so well.
Can I get an “Amen?” A “Fuck you” is just as good. Have a nice day.
So, here goes my attempt to be fashionable. You wanna know what my wonderful day was like? I spent the morning at Walmart. Before I even got into the store I found that they had converted my favorite parking spot into a cart return. Shit! I used that one so I can find my Alzheimer’s ass back to the fuggin car. So I put it in one of those handicapped spaces near the doors. WTF they gonna do? Tow it? The fuggin lawsuit would wipe out a month’s profit.
So, no big shit to me, either way. I tried to enter the sumbitch, automatic door that has “Enter” right on top of the shit. Like sometimes some “rebellious” Millennial pussies, with paste-on goatees, were using it for an exit. Only this time there were like five of the “bad dudes” walkin’ slow as the old fart with his mouth open catching flies and his tongue doing some kinda shit I didn’t want a better view of.
So, I hadda wait there like an entire minute; thinkin’ about the punishment one must endure for doing the right thing. When I finally got in, I went to get a cart. Of course that happened to be the exact time that three other shitholes decided to do the same thing. So again, I waited while they fucked around with them, looking for one which the last slob didn’t get some kind of crud on the handle. I mean they got free wiping tissues right there, because of this. Again, I had to wait while the useless old bat with the breathing apparatus up her nose “greeted” me with her stoic prune face.
The store wasn’t all that crowded. Not with customers anyway. But, it was full of those uneducated Walmart employees blocking the aisles with those fat carts; ostensibly attempting to put the shit they sell in the right spot. You can understand that by then, I was getting more pissed than a cornholed lesbian. That really wasn’t the first word which came to mind, but you know ................
When I finally got all my stuff, the checkout lines were packed like it was some fucking holiday. So despite being warned that automatic checkout lines have no soul, I went there anyway. I wasn’t looking for any gotdam soul; and I figured the “people loving complaint artist” who said that had no better chance of knowing whether they did or not than me. I’ll tell you what they do have though. Loads of disgusting bodies with a penchant for shoving the monstrosity right next to yours while they amble around unconsciously trying to figure out how to work the mufugga; like it takes a doctorate.
If one more person smiles at me today and says “Have a nice day” with that yellow, round smiley face; I’m gonna say “Fat fucking chance. You too.” I might also point out that those round smiley things were made that shape so they can fit right up your fucking ass.
There has been much criticism of “social media.” I disagree. With the click of a button one is able to extricate themselves from the visual and written presences of annoying assholes. Without that you’d be stuck with them all day, or what seemed like it.
It is trite to say that when I tried to properly use the Exit, some fuck ass Millennials were again demonstrating their Che reminiscent rebellion by entering through it. Again I had to wait.
Anyway I found my car mostly because it’s the only one with a back color different than the front; thanks to the crapass body work done by some drunk, as a result of being rear-ended when stopped for a dog by some dipshit Millennial who thought that I was supposed to give an elephant sized shit because his neck hurt. Thinks I don’t know a scam when I see one. From my different POV thanks to them filling my space with another un-necessary cart return, I didn’t know where the nearest one was, so I defiantly left it right in the middle of the handicapped spot.
Safely at home, once more my neighbor to my left(if I’m facing front) just happens to have his ass right on the border of my property. Once more he made this big production of waving and smiling. Once more I sort of made an efficient wave back. This guy is a retired college professor. Forestry. Yeah, they teach that in college now. Need a mufuggin’ certificate to know how to plant a tree, know that the things like some water, and take a chainsaw to one you’re tired of looking at. Ah, guess it’s for the Millennials.
Guy told me his name was Bean, or one of those other phony ass WASP sounding names insecure people affect. Look. I ain’t prejudiced and you can kiss my Polack ass if you don’t believe me. Funny thing is that his wife who visits two days per month told me that he had changed his name from a Polish one. He seemed offended when I called him a Polack, so I don’t do that anymore, except under my breath. I call him “Honky” and he seems happy with that.
I had to carry all the groceries in while the sun blared a temperature of almost fucking 80. But as you can see-read I am once more happily ensconced in the GR I love so well.
Can I get an “Amen?” A “Fuck you” is just as good. Have a nice day.
DeanTheDream wrote: "Oh, got it. It's just too hetero. Fuckin' Millennial"First of all, you should know that I am the most screamingly hetero author on all of Goodreads. Why, I'm so hetero, I'll FUCK A DUDE without even thinking about it!
Secondly, I guess everyone under the age of 40 must seem like a Millennial to you, eh pops?
DeanTheDream wrote: "With the click of a button one is able to extricate themselves from the visual and written presences of annoying assholes."Incorrect. This only works if said annoying assholes don't insist on creating profile after profile for the sole purpose of annoying you in perpetuity.
Arthur said; "First of all, you should know that I am the most screamingly hetero author on all of Goodreads. Why, I'm so hetero, I'll FUCK A DUDE without even thinking about it!
Secondly, I guess everyone under the age of 40 must seem like a Millennial to you, eh pops?"
First, only bitches scream.
Second, Wiki defines Millennials as those born after 1980. So whatever the fucking age admitted to by the useless- fucks- nobody-likes some of the "kiddies" are now pushing 40, though they still live with and periodically get "radical" by sassing their parents.
In general, your burnt out Keef affectation, as well as jeff's bald head and fat ass might allow you "dudes" to pass for something better; but then you open your mouths and ruin it.
Secondly, I guess everyone under the age of 40 must seem like a Millennial to you, eh pops?"
First, only bitches scream.
Second, Wiki defines Millennials as those born after 1980. So whatever the fucking age admitted to by the useless- fucks- nobody-likes some of the "kiddies" are now pushing 40, though they still live with and periodically get "radical" by sassing their parents.
In general, your burnt out Keef affectation, as well as jeff's bald head and fat ass might allow you "dudes" to pass for something better; but then you open your mouths and ruin it.
Arthur wrote: "DeanTheDream wrote: "With the click of a button one is able to extricate themselves from the visual and written presences of annoying assholes."
Incorrect. This only works if said annoying asshole..."
CORRECT. Try pushing the button twice, asshole. Your wallace-challenged ass probably pushed the wrong one the first time.
Incorrect. This only works if said annoying asshole..."
CORRECT. Try pushing the button twice, asshole. Your wallace-challenged ass probably pushed the wrong one the first time.
Why must you insist on always being such a MEAN MAN, DeanTheDream?You can take your Wikipedia definitions and your weird 70s rock songs and your boring stories about your dumbass neighbor and shove 'em right up your UNCIVIL, UNSYMPATHETIC ass, along with that smiley face button you got from the greeter at Walmart!
Can you tell us in detail what your obsession with trolling goodreads, particularly Arthur, is all about? Like, you said you were going to go away, and came back less than twenty four hours later. And it looks like you've done this maybe fifty or so times. What else do you all day? I admit, I've gotten interested in you again, as you make for a fascinating study. The anger is strong with you, I can tell. What happened, bub?
Why must you insist on always being such a MEAN MAN, DeanTheDream?
arthur said; "You can take your Wikipedia definitions and your weird 70s rock songs and your boring stories about your dumbass neighbor and shove 'em right up your UNCIVIL, UNSYMPATHETIC ass, along with that smiley face button you got from the greeter at Walmart! "
You have again demonstrated your inability to read-understand or your penchant to misqoute. I did not say that I got a happy face button from the old bat with the schizz up her nose.
Copying Hackle this time?
Regarding your first question, I already told you that I went to fucking Walmart today. If that is not sufficient explanation you've never deigned.
arthur said; "You can take your Wikipedia definitions and your weird 70s rock songs and your boring stories about your dumbass neighbor and shove 'em right up your UNCIVIL, UNSYMPATHETIC ass, along with that smiley face button you got from the greeter at Walmart! "
You have again demonstrated your inability to read-understand or your penchant to misqoute. I did not say that I got a happy face button from the old bat with the schizz up her nose.
Copying Hackle this time?
Regarding your first question, I already told you that I went to fucking Walmart today. If that is not sufficient explanation you've never deigned.
DeanTheDream wrote: "Regarding your first question, I already told you that I went to fucking Walmart today. If that is not sufficient explanation you've never deigned."Fair enough!
Jeff wrote; "Can you tell us in detail what your obsession with trolling goodreads, particularly Arthur, is all about? Like, you said you were going to go away, and came back less than twenty four hours later. And it looks like you've done this maybe fifty or so times. What else do you all day? I admit, I've gotten interested in you again, as you make for a fascinating study. The anger is strong with you, I can tell. What happened, bub?'
Yes, but I don't feel like it unless I get a hefty advance, stupid.
Can't you tell the difference between (deleted user) and DeanTheDream? DUH???
Really none of your business, but part of the time I write and illustrate children's books.
That warms my heart more than you can probably imagine. Fuck you very much.
Life?
Regarding generalities, I already told you that I went to fucking Walmart today. If that is not sufficient explanation you've never deigned.
Yes, but I don't feel like it unless I get a hefty advance, stupid.
Can't you tell the difference between (deleted user) and DeanTheDream? DUH???
Really none of your business, but part of the time I write and illustrate children's books.
That warms my heart more than you can probably imagine. Fuck you very much.
Life?
Regarding generalities, I already told you that I went to fucking Walmart today. If that is not sufficient explanation you've never deigned.
I pretty much gathered your answer would be as such. So basically shit got so bad that trolling goodreads is actually what you live and breathe and all that brings you happiness, aside from these supposed children's books. I applaud you on your spirit. You seem to own being a miserable troll. Most trolls try to pass themselves off as something better than that. But it's really Arthur who deserves the applause for actually letting you have a voice somewhere. That's almost saintly.
Jeff wrote: "it's really Arthur who deserves the applause for actually letting you have a voice somewhere. That's almost saintly. "*flourishes; bows deeply*
Jeff wrote; "I pretty much gathered your answer would be as such. So basically shit got so bad that trolling goodreads is actually what you live and breathe and all that brings you happiness, aside from these supposed children's books. I applaud you on your spirit. You seem to own being a miserable troll. Most trolls try to pass themselves off as something better than that. But it's really Arthur who deserves the applause for actually letting you have a voice somewhere. That's almost saintly."
Oh, Jeff; your first sentence is that old bullshit of after having been told the answer to your question to say that you knew it already. It would be even more impressive if you stated the answer first or acted as if you actually knew it.
There are somany biased statements in your second observation that it would take pages and pages to unravel it, and it ain't my fucking job, and I don't care.
"Supposed" children's books, In addition to a plethora of books aimed at masquerading adults, include the soon to be done "Genevieve," and the previously done "Prince," "The Trespassing Crew," the semi-popular "Daisy: Walking On Water," and the much overlooked "Christmas Visitor." Thank you for giving me the opportunity for a plug on useless GR. Remind me to return the benefits of benign neglect.
Trolls may be happier than you might first think, but such empirically based measurements have not yet been "discovered" by scientists. And maybe not. It would have been heart warming to have had your vote on Casey's awards program.
I would say that "Arthur is indeed a saint," if I didn't suspect that he was angling for some personal benefit from the "Genevieve" smash imminent. That's more than one can reasonably expect.
Oh, Jeff; your first sentence is that old bullshit of after having been told the answer to your question to say that you knew it already. It would be even more impressive if you stated the answer first or acted as if you actually knew it.
There are somany biased statements in your second observation that it would take pages and pages to unravel it, and it ain't my fucking job, and I don't care.
"Supposed" children's books, In addition to a plethora of books aimed at masquerading adults, include the soon to be done "Genevieve," and the previously done "Prince," "The Trespassing Crew," the semi-popular "Daisy: Walking On Water," and the much overlooked "Christmas Visitor." Thank you for giving me the opportunity for a plug on useless GR. Remind me to return the benefits of benign neglect.
Trolls may be happier than you might first think, but such empirically based measurements have not yet been "discovered" by scientists. And maybe not. It would have been heart warming to have had your vote on Casey's awards program.
I would say that "Arthur is indeed a saint," if I didn't suspect that he was angling for some personal benefit from the "Genevieve" smash imminent. That's more than one can reasonably expect.
DeanTheDream wrote: "I would say that "Arthur is indeed a saint," if I didn't suspect that he was angling for some personal benefit from the "Genevieve" smash imminent."Ooh, does that mean I can expect mention in the dedication?
Arthur said; "Ooh, does that mean I can expect mention in the dedication?'
Sorry, no. It's nothing personal. It's just that I have an aversion to loading up the front of a book with all that horseshit. In fact, your suggestion of going MG rather than children was very helpful to me in more ways than people might imagine.
But, sorry again. You'll have to settle for me saying your name and two of your excellent books five times when I'm on "Oprah." I'll refrain from mentioning that they are not the recent ones.
Given what it is, that ain't fuckin' bad. Right?
Sorry, no. It's nothing personal. It's just that I have an aversion to loading up the front of a book with all that horseshit. In fact, your suggestion of going MG rather than children was very helpful to me in more ways than people might imagine.
But, sorry again. You'll have to settle for me saying your name and two of your excellent books five times when I'm on "Oprah." I'll refrain from mentioning that they are not the recent ones.
Given what it is, that ain't fuckin' bad. Right?
Okay, i'll put this one at the end everyone is trying to avoid. It's actually fairly sucko. However, since my concerns are primarily to please my wide audience; thereby avoiding that 70's last gasp derided, here's some 60's roots done in 2010 or omething reasonably near that.
You may think that the man is kind of dashing it off in search of another paycheck. He may seem unhappy, disinterested and rushing to get it all over. You may be totally or partially right; but you'll never be sure. It's just anothe show; one of many.
This version of the song is far from the best; but it's the best one available on Youtube and it does have over 1,000,000 views for whatever Youtube views are worth. See, this guy troubles himself to take off the best stuff. He's got seven officially recognized baby mamas, and god knows how many unofficial. So, WTF else he gonna do? The possibly undecipherable lyrics will be posted shortly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8z7K...
You may think that the man is kind of dashing it off in search of another paycheck. He may seem unhappy, disinterested and rushing to get it all over. You may be totally or partially right; but you'll never be sure. It's just anothe show; one of many.
This version of the song is far from the best; but it's the best one available on Youtube and it does have over 1,000,000 views for whatever Youtube views are worth. See, this guy troubles himself to take off the best stuff. He's got seven officially recognized baby mamas, and god knows how many unofficial. So, WTF else he gonna do? The possibly undecipherable lyrics will be posted shortly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8z7K...
"Visions Of Johanna"
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower frieze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees."
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him."
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man."
As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
HEY, JEFFY. I'M ANXIOUSLY AWAITING TO HEAR HOW YOU KNEW THE LYRICS ALREADY, AND FURTHER THAT THEY WERE TOO INSIPID FOR ENLIGHTENED MILLENNIAL CONSIDERATION.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower frieze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees."
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him."
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man."
As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
HEY, JEFFY. I'M ANXIOUSLY AWAITING TO HEAR HOW YOU KNEW THE LYRICS ALREADY, AND FURTHER THAT THEY WERE TOO INSIPID FOR ENLIGHTENED MILLENNIAL CONSIDERATION.
Right back at you, Grrl.
And to the motherfucker that uses "lesbo" as an insult. You just excited my inner bull-dyke. I've got a bat in my trunk for your types."
Another violent bitch. Peace and love sweetie. Motherfucker is so much a nicer word than lesbo. Is your mommy aware of your using bad words?