April 2, 2007

Some Affected, Infected Noise

You are:
All of the wrong words,
At all of the wrong times,
For all of the wrong reasons.

Love it while you can./


I encountered my very own Ian Thompson on the bus last night. He was an artist -not a writer, but even so, very intriquing. I desperately hope that his father encourages his work./

Everything is painted with you.
Everything is garbage.
Not to say that you are garbage, just to say that you don't belong here.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

All of the right words,
At all of the right times,
For all of the right reasons.

Now Krista, do you see how easily this poem could have turned into a more uplifting message? Geez. No need to be rude right? World doesn't need more filth in it! Right?

Also, I'm not a spelling junkie or anything, but "Intriquing" is not a word. Sure, I had to use the dictionary to make sure, but it told me it's not! How dare you feed me new, useless words. I found another word that might be useful in it's replacement though. It's this word called "Intriguing". Kinda out there, but it means...

trigued, -tri·guing, noun
–verb (used with object)

1. To arouse the curiosity or interest of by unusual, new, or otherwise fascinating or compelling qualities; appeal strongly to; captivate.

Hope this helps.

Anonymous said...

Thanx Iiiiian,
As u no, my speeling atvendures ended in grad fife, and I need all the halp I can git. :)

Seriously though, damned math advances.
Oh, and in correlation with the first sector of your comment: The fact is, I was complimenting someone's power to overcome my brain's awful stigmas. So, good for them right?

Anonymous said...

Hum... weird... no new post for quite some time...

Okay, I had to.

Krista said...

Take nottice the distance between any of my posts lately, Ian...
;)

I'm finding my words faulty