couldn't have said it better myself
couldn't have said it better myself
Rosie, Your letter is one hundred percent what I was feeling last night. I have these girl friends who are really offended by sexual words. In fact one of them told me that the word pussy was offensive to at least half the human race, what?!? I don't know. So I wrote a poem. Instead of biting my tongue, I bit my pen. And then I read your letter, and thought, this is why you don't make generalizations!!! And where ever Jack C is tonight, thanks for the first line . . .it got me started.
Tonight I love Tammy Wynette
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy,
So does Dr. Suess, rolling double deuce,
and a splash of Vodka in my juice.
Honey bee floating on the sea far away from me
Makes me cry.
I like to see it lap the miles
And lick the valleys up
They say Miss Emily knew no men,
Sounds like she liked
To fuck.
A Gray man makes my heart turn red
And if he asked to share my bed
I know there’d be nothing else to do,
Except turn it to the color blue.
Sterility is diseasing my South
Too much coming from the mouth
OF girls
Instead of shutting up or going down
They talk of running into town.
Saying words like dick and cunt
Are far too rude and much too blunt.
Obscenity’s offending them
I think their fucking mouth’s the sin.
Psychoanalyze my men
Say their mothers dominated them
Criticize with a fingering care
Caressing wounds that were not there
Before they came
Before they came they took it deep,
But afterwards they fell asleep
And dreamed that they had never smoked a joint
Forgot that they don’t need to have a point
Covering wrongs
With a bandage made out of suit
That would look much better on a prostitute
Selling their dreams to a country club
Selling them to the financial den
Selling themselves to become men.
Feminism is a dirty word
But what’s really offensive is more absurd
My post- liberated lilies don’t have a clue
About sex or love or the color blue
Boys are talking of settling in
The winter’s here before summer begins
And my feet never feel the thaw
And wonderland is no wonder at all.
Women are trying to be my man
And honestly I don’t think they can
Driving his car or talking his talk
Like a flaking, dusty piece of chalk
Scattering traces that make me choke
On the stupidity of this double breasted joke.
My honey’s on the ocean blue
All the shades my heart’s turned to
And I don’t have a care or doubt
Except for when I’m down and out
And then I head out to hear the band
skip to Florida and miss Disneyland
Go right down A1A
To see my man for just one day.
And I’m as free as I’ll ever be
Six days out of seven
It’s just me
And liberation’s really grand
Especially when it’s not your man
Who’s gone.
Tonight I love Tammy Wynette
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy,
So does Dr. Suess, rolling double deuce,
and a splash of Vodka in my juice.
Honey bee floating on the sea far away from me
Makes me cry.
I like to see it lap the miles
And lick the valleys up
They say Miss Emily knew no men,
Sounds like she liked
To fuck.
A Gray man makes my heart turn red
And if he asked to share my bed
I know there’d be nothing else to do,
Except turn it to the color blue.
Sterility is diseasing my South
Too much coming from the mouth
OF girls
Instead of shutting up or going down
They talk of running into town.
Saying words like dick and cunt
Are far too rude and much too blunt.
Obscenity’s offending them
I think their fucking mouth’s the sin.
Psychoanalyze my men
Say their mothers dominated them
Criticize with a fingering care
Caressing wounds that were not there
Before they came
Before they came they took it deep,
But afterwards they fell asleep
And dreamed that they had never smoked a joint
Forgot that they don’t need to have a point
Covering wrongs
With a bandage made out of suit
That would look much better on a prostitute
Selling their dreams to a country club
Selling them to the financial den
Selling themselves to become men.
Feminism is a dirty word
But what’s really offensive is more absurd
My post- liberated lilies don’t have a clue
About sex or love or the color blue
Boys are talking of settling in
The winter’s here before summer begins
And my feet never feel the thaw
And wonderland is no wonder at all.
Women are trying to be my man
And honestly I don’t think they can
Driving his car or talking his talk
Like a flaking, dusty piece of chalk
Scattering traces that make me choke
On the stupidity of this double breasted joke.
My honey’s on the ocean blue
All the shades my heart’s turned to
And I don’t have a care or doubt
Except for when I’m down and out
And then I head out to hear the band
skip to Florida and miss Disneyland
Go right down A1A
To see my man for just one day.
And I’m as free as I’ll ever be
Six days out of seven
It’s just me
And liberation’s really grand
Especially when it’s not your man
Who’s gone.
couldn't have said it better myself
your posting is of great interest sarah but i miss your point of reference. or was rosie's letter of a private nature? or am i just stupid?
martino "da fonz" balsamico
martino "da fonz" balsamico
couldn't have said it better myself
I somehow just lost the post I was writing. Sorry for being vague -- you're not stupid, and it wasn't personal. It's the email listed under Letters to paxacidus, "Someone's fuckin done it."
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couldn't have said it better myself
That's an email sent to us, but it isn't the same Rosie. Rosie that posts here is a girl and from what I gather that is a guy.
couldn't have said it better myself
a wack-ass guy from australia, to boot.
enthusiastic because the "falling towers" will hopefully wake people up? fuckinell, report that to the sanitation department
enthusiastic because the "falling towers" will hopefully wake people up? fuckinell, report that to the sanitation department
couldn't have said it better myself
Sarah- I think you misinterpreted "Rosie's" letter. I loved your poem though, and if it was spontaneous flight of the fingers writing..props!
As for "Rosie's" saying "yes" to the falling towers.... What a focking dolt. Strewth man, get your dick out of that dingo's ass. "Unjustified" Loss of life is tragic, no matter who it is, or how it's happened. You think those extremists were justified? Maybe to their God, but not at all to any sort of living humanitarian cause. And then you go on to say revolution is sex, not violence? What kind of malts hops and barleys are in that beer down under?
So if we were to bomb the shite out of Australia tomm "Rosie", would I cheer and say "yes" finally a change in Australia? No, I'd curse our government and try to figure out why they did it. I cursed John Walker right away, then put aside personal opinions and tried to gather his story, which incidentally never happened.
If any of you knew anything about revolution, then you'd know that one of the premier revolutionists of the past 30 years was murdered the other night in Angola, boo hoo.
As for "Rosie's" saying "yes" to the falling towers.... What a focking dolt. Strewth man, get your dick out of that dingo's ass. "Unjustified" Loss of life is tragic, no matter who it is, or how it's happened. You think those extremists were justified? Maybe to their God, but not at all to any sort of living humanitarian cause. And then you go on to say revolution is sex, not violence? What kind of malts hops and barleys are in that beer down under?
So if we were to bomb the shite out of Australia tomm "Rosie", would I cheer and say "yes" finally a change in Australia? No, I'd curse our government and try to figure out why they did it. I cursed John Walker right away, then put aside personal opinions and tried to gather his story, which incidentally never happened.
If any of you knew anything about revolution, then you'd know that one of the premier revolutionists of the past 30 years was murdered the other night in Angola, boo hoo.
couldn't have said it better myself
Oh yeah, Ooh, did you realize that Mr. "Rosie" is almost insinuating that somehow through your guys writing you condone such destructive behavior? Personally, I'd email him back and tell him to get fucked.
couldn't have said it better myself
Oops-- I did it again. I guess that makes me stupid.
well that changes everything I was thinking except for what I was thinking. Sex(gender) has nothing to do with sex(fucking), except for receptacles, and a mouth that assassinates another person in the name of concern is just as bad or good as one that says pussy. Hate is bad. If it's in the form of self righteous moral judgment it's just as bad as any other kind of hate, it may not hit as many targets. But then again it may. The killing is of a very different variety, but people still end up dead. I think the word frigid is right for what happens to girls here. They weren't born that way either, and it pisses me off. And there are so many confused ideas about being liberated. Like liberation is going to work on Mondays and wearing a suit and earning more money than men and showing that you are smarter than they are, and owning things. I don't find any of that liberating. Liberation is wearing what you have packed in your backsack, getting up when you feel like it, fucking who you want to, and realizing your own stupidity.
I love the words civil disobedience I think they are great, and I think those who utilize their knowledge of them in nonviolent ways are great. That's just me. And I thought that was Rosie the girl, but it wasn't Rosie the girl, and on top of that it wasn't Rosie the guy!!
Really sorry to confuse the two Rosies and all of the implications of the letter/email, another lesson learned about posting while pissed.
well that changes everything I was thinking except for what I was thinking. Sex(gender) has nothing to do with sex(fucking), except for receptacles, and a mouth that assassinates another person in the name of concern is just as bad or good as one that says pussy. Hate is bad. If it's in the form of self righteous moral judgment it's just as bad as any other kind of hate, it may not hit as many targets. But then again it may. The killing is of a very different variety, but people still end up dead. I think the word frigid is right for what happens to girls here. They weren't born that way either, and it pisses me off. And there are so many confused ideas about being liberated. Like liberation is going to work on Mondays and wearing a suit and earning more money than men and showing that you are smarter than they are, and owning things. I don't find any of that liberating. Liberation is wearing what you have packed in your backsack, getting up when you feel like it, fucking who you want to, and realizing your own stupidity.
I love the words civil disobedience I think they are great, and I think those who utilize their knowledge of them in nonviolent ways are great. That's just me. And I thought that was Rosie the girl, but it wasn't Rosie the girl, and on top of that it wasn't Rosie the guy!!
Really sorry to confuse the two Rosies and all of the implications of the letter/email, another lesson learned about posting while pissed.
couldn't have said it better myself
Okay and if anyone else is laughing at the title of my post I'm joining you right now. I think I should have given "saying it better myself" a shot.
couldn't have said it better myself
Who ever heard of a guy named Rosie?
No wonder he has problems...
No wonder he has problems...
couldn't have said it better myself
i can't believe this.how confusing. is mr. rosie really a mr?
couldn't have said it better myself
rosie is a transexual. with a man's mind
and a woman's body.
and a woman's body.