Hec, you don't blame Sly Stone?
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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Hec, you don't blame Sly Stone?
Well, he misspelled ("be mice elf") but he didn't do the "U" "4" thing that Prince did.
Also, Sly & the Family Stone is on my short list of Greatest Bands Ever and it'd seem churlish to blame him when he's had a talent-destroying addiction for the last 30 years.
So, essentially he is harder on himself than you could ever be? Yes, I am making light of another's tragedy. Are we surprised now?
Is this the part where I mention how I saw Prince and Larry Graham (of the Family Stone) in concert together?
Also, I read Am-chau's poem going, "SYWipr? That doesn't spell anything!" Oops. Dork=me.
So, essentially he is harder on himself than you could ever be?
Hec doesn't swing that way anyway.
Heh. Score another one for Porny Pants.Totally missed that.
It's a gift.
Yeah, and you unwrap it every chance you get, right.
Keeps on givin'!
I'm still not sure about this poem.... But. Tell me what I can do to make it better.
WE WERE ONLY TALKING AND THEN: (troika study)
Sneaking into yr building late at night. May I crack open the locks, wedge a note Under yr doors, rattle yr windows? The matter closes. You wouldn't blink an eye, Reach out an arm, or say the word. The dots & dashes. My watery whirlpool star: Visible at night only from great distance. Some telegram, or glyph, or graph. Empty the cartons & contain the mold. Sweet season. Some lie. The forgotten broken-bottled Ink spreads stains across the piles of clean laundry. Folded, fixed, forlorn. Let me Leave & not be solid, questioned, sold into a merry best estate. Ring promise. Labeled with a past, future, & guess. & not the picture dissolving slowly under yr tongue-- & not the silent breath of wind-- We're loose upon it. Body spread to wind, my eyes Not shut, my limbs entangled. Lay back. There is no distance. Considering the question. Fought. Or stage directions: You're Entering the hallway, the water dripping from yr umbrella & ruining my rug.