I hate oysters, incontinence, soft ice-cream, tofu, crumpets, scoliosis, mitosis, refried anything, acid jazz, acid, threadworms, lungfish, cowpeas, green or otherwise, sac-clothe, albacore tuna-fish, fish, lip smacking, bad breath, catchalls, Sherbet, any flavour, speculums, rectal mitosis, sponge toffee, old people’s mints, humbugs, bedbugs, garpikes, mild arrhythmias, pottery ashtrays, applejack, golf, table-tennis, super-structures, tall or otherwise, molar algebra, vectors, subtractions, pluses, minuses, straight lines, trichinosis, but most of all, I hate the blues.
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- Stephen Rowntree
- "Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz
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man, you sound like Garfield: "I hate the blues."
What the heck is a cowpea? I once caught a garpike at Pointe Fortune dam on the border of Quebec and Ontario. It had a long nose as all gar do. I tried to eat it but it was hard to do. Too many bones. Oh yeah, and the skin was armor-plated. I should have cut and released that bastard of a fish.
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