Comments on: Static http://www.oleoptene.com/2008/04/19/static/ A blog for Mara Collins Sat, 20 Mar 2010 20:13:49 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Em http://www.oleoptene.com/2008/04/19/static/comment-page-1/#comment-1626 Em Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:06:00 +0000 http://www.oleoptene.com/?p=163#comment-1626 Thankyou, I loved this post. There were 15 interruptions as I tried to read and eat breakfast at the same time, including "don't spit on my arm, mum he spat on me..." I'll come back and read it again. I know that sense of division of emotional and rational; the struggling and the moments of flow. Thankyou, I loved this post. There were 15 interruptions as I tried to read and eat breakfast at the same time, including “don’t spit on my arm, mum he spat on me…” I’ll come back and read it again.

I know that sense of division of emotional and rational; the struggling and the moments of flow.

]]> By: unreliable narrator http://www.oleoptene.com/2008/04/19/static/comment-page-1/#comment-1616 unreliable narrator Sat, 19 Apr 2008 22:51:00 +0000 http://www.oleoptene.com/?p=163#comment-1616 "At which point my emotional self punched my intellectual self in the mouth." And then I NEVER STOPPED LAUGHING. Have I mentioned lately that I adore you? I haven't? What kind of the hell useless SLUTTY virtual friend am I then?!? Please tell me you got parcel #2....okay, back to my FUCKING POEM which I write through the clenched dynamic teeth of hatred. Wanna see it? (Kinda like "Ugh, this tastes terrible, I think it's gone bad--here, YOU try it!") She uttered a profound sigh and buried her head deeply in her hands, half-groaning but smiling at the same time. Or maybe she went to take a nap. “At which point my emotional self punched my intellectual self in the mouth.”

And then I NEVER STOPPED LAUGHING. Have I mentioned lately that I adore you? I haven’t? What kind of the hell useless SLUTTY virtual friend am I then?!?

Please tell me you got parcel #2….okay, back to my FUCKING POEM which I write through the clenched dynamic teeth of hatred. Wanna see it? (Kinda like “Ugh, this tastes terrible, I think it’s gone bad–here, YOU try it!”)

She uttered a profound sigh and buried her head deeply in her hands, half-groaning but smiling at the same time. Or maybe she went to take a nap.

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