Suffer Well

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Puffin Stuff wrote:

I don’t think that real poets put all that much thought into their poems. Meaning is assigned by readers and especially readers in the Academy.

I’m more into poetry readings. When I read a poem I imagine I am hearing it spoken, like a play.

Who am I to judge someones work in words.

Puffin Stuff wrote:

I don’t think that real poets put all that much thought into their poems. Meaning is assigned by readers and especially readers in the Academy.

I’m more into poetry readings. When I read a poem I imagine I am hearing it spoken, like a play.

Who am I to judge someones work in words.

Yes, poems are more potent when read to an audience. This is what I do to a few poor souls. Perhaps I should join zoom….
To be honest, I have never seriously claimed to be some poetic genius. However, I don’t think they are bad considering I typically only spend 10-15mins on them.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The inspiration for poems comes from within, and from the environment(s) I frequent.
How was your night out? Talking about me I suppose….Don’t need to see your drinking buddies in the flesh to expose them.

The entire evening was spent with the whole crowd mumbling about CCinaC. Really surprised me.

Actually it was wonderful as always with the exception that I drank too much. Easy to do when I’m out with people and we’re talking and having fun. That’s one of the reasons I like to be by myself at home. I can have a few drinks and not go overboard. Funny thing is, I usually make fun of the drunk f~~~ers who come in and drink too much. Last night they were probably making fun of me after I left. I was sure I had too much to drink when the bar tender told me to be safe as I was leaving. She usually just says “bye”.

However, the food was perfect and tasty as always and I made it home safely in spite of my inebriated state and then passed out in my favorite chair in front of the TV and woke up at about a million o’clock in the morning and shuffled off to my comfortable bed.

Can’t wait until next week to go back and enjoy another evening, without over indulging in the booze. Believe I’ll order a nice, tender, juicy fillet this time with fresh cut fries on the side.

Man I love this place. Years ago, when I first started going, one week I actually went ever single damn night they were open. The money I spent was insane! I actually almost bankrupted myself. This was back right after my divorce and I was in major celebratory mode.

You’ve no idea how wonderful this hangout is. It’s just so perfect for me.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The inspiration for poems comes from within, and from the environment(s) I frequent.
How was your night out? Talking about me I suppose….Don’t need to see your drinking buddies in the flesh to expose them.

The entire evening was spent with the whole crowd mumbling about CCinaC. Really surprised me.

Actually it was wonderful as always with the exception that I drank too much. Easy to do when I’m out with people and we’re talking and having fun. That’s one of the reasons I like to be by myself at home. I can have a few drinks and not go overboard. Funny thing is, I usually make fun of the drunk f~~~ers who come in and drink too much. Last night they were probably making fun of me after I left. I was sure I had too much to drink when the bar tender told me to be safe as I was leaving. She usually just says “bye”.

However, the food was perfect and tasty as always and I made it home safely in spite of my inebriated state and then passed out in my favorite chair in front of the TV and woke up at about a million o’clock in the morning and shuffled off to my comfortable bed.

Can’t wait until next week to go back and enjoy another evening, without over indulging in the booze. Believe I’ll order a nice, tender, juicy fillet this time with fresh cut fries on the side.

Man I love this place. Years ago, when I first started going, one week I actually went ever single damn night they were open. The money I spent was insane! I actually almost bankrupted myself. This was back right after my divorce and I was in major celebratory mode.

You’ve no idea how wonderful this hangout is. It’s just so perfect for me.

Didn’t surprise me they were all talking about me. Could still hear what they were saying through the slurred mumblings…..”why”, “what is it”, “look at him” and so forth.
I am glad you have found a suitable tavern to have a giggle in. However, the evening would have been better by the sight of a tall, pale and ugly specimen bolstering in the salon bar, with a look of pure contempt and a notebook in hand.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The inspiration for poems comes from within, and from the environment(s) I frequent.
How was your night out? Talking about me I suppose….Don’t need to see your drinking buddies in the flesh to expose them.

The entire evening was spent with the whole crowd mumbling about CCinaC. Really surprised me.

Actually it was wonderful as always with the exception that I drank too much. Easy to do when I’m out with people and we’re talking and having fun. That’s one of the reasons I like to be by myself at home. I can have a few drinks and not go overboard. Funny thing is, I usually make fun of the drunk f~~~ers who come in and drink too much. Last night they were probably making fun of me after I left. I was sure I had too much to drink when the bar tender told me to be safe as I was leaving. She usually just says “bye”.

However, the food was perfect and tasty as always and I made it home safely in spite of my inebriated state and then passed out in my favorite chair in front of the TV and woke up at about a million o’clock in the morning and shuffled off to my comfortable bed.

Can’t wait until next week to go back and enjoy another evening, without over indulging in the booze. Believe I’ll order a nice, tender, juicy fillet this time with fresh cut fries on the side.

Man I love this place. Years ago, when I first started going, one week I actually went ever single damn night they were open. The money I spent was insane! I actually almost bankrupted myself. This was back right after my divorce and I was in major celebratory mode.

You’ve no idea how wonderful this hangout is. It’s just so perfect for me.

Didn’t surprise me they were all talking about me. Could still hear what they were saying through the slurred mumblings…..”why”, “what is it”, “look at him” and so forth.
I am glad you have found a suitable tavern to have a giggle in. However, the evening would have been better by the sight of a tall, pale and ugly specimen bolstering in the salon bar, with a look of pure contempt and a notebook in hand.

Actually they were all saying “what a pathetic weirdo who can’t even post a video or set an avatar”. Don’t blame me though. I didn’t tell them. They just knew somehow. Probably because all the other gingers we’ve chased into the woods are technological inept as well. Frightening creatures, the lot of them.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The inspiration for poems comes from within, and from the environment(s) I frequent.
How was your night out? Talking about me I suppose….Don’t need to see your drinking buddies in the flesh to expose them.

The entire evening was spent with the whole crowd mumbling about CCinaC. Really surprised me.

Actually it was wonderful as always with the exception that I drank too much. Easy to do when I’m out with people and we’re talking and having fun. That’s one of the reasons I like to be by myself at home. I can have a few drinks and not go overboard. Funny thing is, I usually make fun of the drunk f~~~ers who come in and drink too much. Last night they were probably making fun of me after I left. I was sure I had too much to drink when the bar tender told me to be safe as I was leaving. She usually just says “bye”.

However, the food was perfect and tasty as always and I made it home safely in spite of my inebriated state and then passed out in my favorite chair in front of the TV and woke up at about a million o’clock in the morning and shuffled off to my comfortable bed.

Can’t wait until next week to go back and enjoy another evening, without over indulging in the booze. Believe I’ll order a nice, tender, juicy fillet this time with fresh cut fries on the side.

Man I love this place. Years ago, when I first started going, one week I actually went ever single damn night they were open. The money I spent was insane! I actually almost bankrupted myself. This was back right after my divorce and I was in major celebratory mode.

You’ve no idea how wonderful this hangout is. It’s just so perfect for me.

Didn’t surprise me they were all talking about me. Could still hear what they were saying through the slurred mumblings…..”why”, “what is it”, “look at him” and so forth.
I am glad you have found a suitable tavern to have a giggle in. However, the evening would have been better by the sight of a tall, pale and ugly specimen bolstering in the salon bar, with a look of pure contempt and a notebook in hand.

Actually they were all saying “what a pathetic weirdo who can’t even post a video or set an avatar”. Don’t blame me though. I didn’t tell them. They just knew somehow. Probably because all the other gingers we’ve chased into the woods are technological inept as well. Frightening creatures, the lot of them.

Looks like a Kansas hillbilly. Is that the bar tender?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The inspiration for poems comes from within, and from the environment(s) I frequent.
How was your night out? Talking about me I suppose….Don’t need to see your drinking buddies in the flesh to expose them.

The entire evening was spent with the whole crowd mumbling about CCinaC. Really surprised me.

Actually it was wonderful as always with the exception that I drank too much. Easy to do when I’m out with people and we’re talking and having fun. That’s one of the reasons I like to be by myself at home. I can have a few drinks and not go overboard. Funny thing is, I usually make fun of the drunk f~~~ers who come in and drink too much. Last night they were probably making fun of me after I left. I was sure I had too much to drink when the bar tender told me to be safe as I was leaving. She usually just says “bye”.

However, the food was perfect and tasty as always and I made it home safely in spite of my inebriated state and then passed out in my favorite chair in front of the TV and woke up at about a million o’clock in the morning and shuffled off to my comfortable bed.

Can’t wait until next week to go back and enjoy another evening, without over indulging in the booze. Believe I’ll order a nice, tender, juicy fillet this time with fresh cut fries on the side.

Man I love this place. Years ago, when I first started going, one week I actually went ever single damn night they were open. The money I spent was insane! I actually almost bankrupted myself. This was back right after my divorce and I was in major celebratory mode.

You’ve no idea how wonderful this hangout is. It’s just so perfect for me.

Didn’t surprise me they were all talking about me. Could still hear what they were saying through the slurred mumblings…..”why”, “what is it”, “look at him” and so forth.
I am glad you have found a suitable tavern to have a giggle in. However, the evening would have been better by the sight of a tall, pale and ugly specimen bolstering in the salon bar, with a look of pure contempt and a notebook in hand.

Actually they were all saying “what a pathetic weirdo who can’t even post a video or set an avatar”. Don’t blame me though. I didn’t tell them. They just knew somehow. Probably because all the other gingers we’ve chased into the woods are technological inept as well. Frightening creatures, the lot of them.

Looks like a Kansas hillbilly. Is that the bar tender?

No, I think he’s the one in charge of lighting the tumbleweeds on fire and having them rolled towards the homes of normal people.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

It looks like he has some tumbleweed on his face. A beard the Germanic Gods would be most proud of.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

Too obvious. Yes, I am bald. Been told numerous times I look like Stone Cold.
It is 9pm here and I am in my room p~~~ing in a bottle so I don’t ruin the other residents evening with my despicable self(yes, satire, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation)

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

Too obvious. Yes, I am bald. Been told numerous times I look like Stone Cold.
It is 9pm here and I am in my room p~~~ing in a bottle so I don’t ruin the other residents evening with my despicable self(yes, satire, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation)

“……you Americans……” To lump all people of one country together, suggesting they’re all the same with equal character traits is obtuse thinking. Along with the above comment, you’ve mentioned cowboy hats, cowboy boots, tobacco chewing……. Neither I nor any of my acquaintances dress that way or share any of those traits. Ah s~~~, one friend of mine does chew tobacco, the nasty bastard. Nevertheless, most people around where I live can’t stand “western wear”. Need I remind you that my English friend bought and delivered a top hat to me and on occasion I do where it in public? Did I ever tell you that every time I wear it to the local winery, the owner gives me a free beer. That’s how much he likes my half topper.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[FrostByteParticipant 19005]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation

We Do?? Apparently I didn’t get the memo.

If you rescue a damsel in distress, all you will get is a distressed damsel.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

Too obvious. Yes, I am bald. Been told numerous times I look like Stone Cold.
It is 9pm here and I am in my room p~~~ing in a bottle so I don’t ruin the other residents evening with my despicable self(yes, satire, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation)

“……you Americans……” To lump all people of one country together, suggesting they’re all the same with equal character traits is obtuse thinking. Along with the above comment, you’ve mentioned cowboy hats, cowboy boots, tobacco chewing……. Neither I nor any of my acquaintances dress that way or share any of those traits. Ah s~~~, one friend of mine does chew tobacco, the nasty bastard. Nevertheless, most people around where I live can’t stand “western wear”. Need I remind you that my English friend bought and delivered a top hat to me and on occasion I do where it in public? Did I ever tell you that every time I wear it to the local winery, the owner gives me a free beer. That’s how much he likes my half topper.

Ok, I stand corrected and will rephrase. Some of the North Americans on here don’t do satire and self deprecation.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

Too obvious. Yes, I am bald. Been told numerous times I look like Stone Cold.
It is 9pm here and I am in my room p~~~ing in a bottle so I don’t ruin the other residents evening with my despicable self(yes, satire, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation)

“……you Americans……” To lump all people of one country together, suggesting they’re all the same with equal character traits is obtuse thinking. Along with the above comment, you’ve mentioned cowboy hats, cowboy boots, tobacco chewing……. Neither I nor any of my acquaintances dress that way or share any of those traits. Ah s~~~, one friend of mine does chew tobacco, the nasty bastard. Nevertheless, most people around where I live can’t stand “western wear”. Need I remind you that my English friend bought and delivered a top hat to me and on occasion I do where it in public? Did I ever tell you that every time I wear it to the local winery, the owner gives me a free beer. That’s how much he likes my half topper.

Ok, I stand corrected and will rephrase. Some of the North Americans on here don’t do satire and self deprecation.

That’s better. Now I will refrain from becoming angry and childishly calling you names, motherf~~~er.

I myself can appreciate satire. Perhaps it’s just your style that the others find uncomfortable.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

Too obvious. Yes, I am bald. Been told numerous times I look like Stone Cold.
It is 9pm here and I am in my room p~~~ing in a bottle so I don’t ruin the other residents evening with my despicable self(yes, satire, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation)

“……you Americans……” To lump all people of one country together, suggesting they’re all the same with equal character traits is obtuse thinking. Along with the above comment, you’ve mentioned cowboy hats, cowboy boots, tobacco chewing……. Neither I nor any of my acquaintances dress that way or share any of those traits. Ah s~~~, one friend of mine does chew tobacco, the nasty bastard. Nevertheless, most people around where I live can’t stand “western wear”. Need I remind you that my English friend bought and delivered a top hat to me and on occasion I do where it in public? Did I ever tell you that every time I wear it to the local winery, the owner gives me a free beer. That’s how much he likes my half topper.

Ok, I stand corrected and will rephrase. Some of the North Americans on here don’t do satire and self deprecation.

That’s better. Now I will refrain from becoming angry and childishly calling you ames, motherf~~~er.

I myself can appreciate satire. Perhaps it’s just your style that the others find uncomfortable.

You forgot the goddamn.
My style is my style. It will be quite a while before I make a denial and compile bile. Perhaps I should show guile and smile when confronted with online vile.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

F~~~ me, you have some sublime looking specimens in America. It’s no surprise the greatest crime and horror writers are American.

I half expected you to ask where I found a photo of you. You portray yourself as a hideous monster, but then didn’t you say you were lacking hair on your head?

Too obvious. Yes, I am bald. Been told numerous times I look like Stone Cold.
It is 9pm here and I am in my room p~~~ing in a bottle so I don’t ruin the other residents evening with my despicable self(yes, satire, you Americans struggle with this, and self deprecation)

“……you Americans……” To lump all people of one country together, suggesting they’re all the same with equal character traits is obtuse thinking. Along with the above comment, you’ve mentioned cowboy hats, cowboy boots, tobacco chewing……. Neither I nor any of my acquaintances dress that way or share any of those traits. Ah s~~~, one friend of mine does chew tobacco, the nasty bastard. Nevertheless, most people around where I live can’t stand “western wear”. Need I remind you that my English friend bought and delivered a top hat to me and on occasion I do where it in public? Did I ever tell you that every time I wear it to the local winery, the owner gives me a free beer. That’s how much he likes my half topper.

Ok, I stand corrected and will rephrase. Some of the North Americans on here don’t do satire and self deprecation.

That’s better. Now I will refrain from becoming angry and childishly calling you ames, motherf~~~er.

I myself can appreciate satire. Perhaps it’s just your style that the others find uncomfortable.

You forgot the goddamn.
My style is my style. It will be quite a while before I make a denial and compile bile. Perhaps I should show guile and smile when confronted with online vile.

I’m not suggesting you change your style. I was just suggesting a possible scenario.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

I know you weren’t. Lost in translation again….
You been watching the World Cup? Is it being broadcasted extensively?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I know you weren’t. Lost in translation again….
You been watching the World Cup? Is it being broadcasted extensively?

I don’t even know what the World Cup is. Had to look it up. Never cared for the sport. About the only sport I care to watch is tennis once in a while and equally rarely, American football.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I know you weren’t. Lost in translation again….
You been watching the World Cup? Is it being broadcasted extensively?

I don’t even know what the World Cup is. Had to look it up. Never cared for the sport. About the only sport I care to watch is tennis once in a while and equally rarely, American football.

Not baseball/basketball?
I don’t like football. Too working class. I am looking forward to the European track and field champs in Berlin next month.
You watching Wimbledon then?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I know you weren’t. Lost in translation again….
You been watching the World Cup? Is it being broadcasted extensively?

I don’t even know what the World Cup is. Had to look it up. Never cared for the sport. About the only sport I care to watch is tennis once in a while and equally rarely, American football.

Not baseball/basketball?
I don’t like football. Too working class. I am looking forward to the European track and field champs in Berlin next month.
You watching Wimbledon then?

F~~~ing basketball is more boring than golf. F~~~ that s~~~. Maybe once in a while I may watch a few games of baseball during the World Series.

I really don’t like watching sports on TV. I really used to love to play tennis. That is a fun game. Never could get the serve down though, but loved the volley.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

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