real life doll

a little girl
plays with her dolly
her very own baby
to keep her company

she holds her
carries her around
sleeps with her
they hug and cuddle
maybe even feeds her

some dolls even
eat and drink
then pee and poop...
yes, believe it or not
it’s really true

you can feed them purées
and baby bottles of juice,
then change their diapers
when they wet and drop a deuce

everybody pees and poops
so what was i so uptight about?

it seems we’re all hollow tubes
made to act, eat, and drink
put in some food and some liquid
then out comes the waste...
what’s a person to think?

who are we, really
does anybody know?
where are we, really?
where do we go...
when we finally leave our bodies
this thing they call soul?

are we just beings
in the material world,
shadowy spirits unseen?
ghosts flying ‘round
inside a machine?
our bodies all sharing
one communally-planned dream
of hosts floating freely
voices dancing on strings?
where does the soul go
after we die?

i don’t know much
about any of these things...
i never had a dolly
who could dance or sing
certainly never one
who heeded nature’s call...
i never really had
a doll of any kind at all
but i wasn’t missing anything
i never wanted one...
to me they didn’t seem
like they would be all that much fun
i had a few books
and some records
which i somehow collected,
and my birds, and my fishes
and a few little wishes...

and now
i don’t have a baby, either

my dog is dead
i live alone
feed myself
and wipe my own ass...
at least for now
as best i can
yeah, it’s a real gas

yes, i don’t have
my very own baby,
perhaps that was even
a good thing...maybe

my cousin got hit by a car
two cousins, in fact
in two separate accidents
yet both were still hit
one of them lived
the other one died
i even had a cousin
who committed suicide

i never played with a dolly
what kind of plan is this
when judas betrayed jesus
he did so with a kiss

so i just have to stop and wonder,
all about me,
how things might have turned out
differently,
if i had had a doll
who poops and pees?

maybe i would have been more prepared
and more willing to play along
where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
in this planet’s never-ending song

then again, maybe not
it’s probably all just a crock
ask hitler what he thought
when he looked around, too
and asked himself, what am i to do
with all of these jews?

i guess i, myself,
just don’t see...
the point of it all,
this point to be...
where everyone plays along
and is all but the same
making more and more babies
human links in a chain
never stopping to ask
who designed this whole game

maybe i’m on the outside
of whatever side they’re all on…
where every day is a struggle
and my troubles weigh a ton

what do little girls do
with their babies
when they grow up?

Jolene

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> real life doll
>
>
> a little girl
> plays with her dolly
> her very own baby
> to keep her company
>
> she holds her
> carries her around
> sleeps with her
> they hug and cuddle
> maybe even feeds her
>
> some dolls even
> eat and drink
> then pee and poop...
> yes, believe it or not
> it’s really true
>
> you can feed them purées
> and baby bottles of juice,
> then change their diapers
> when they wet and drop a deuce
>
> everybody pees and poops
> so what was i so uptight about?
>
> it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> made to act, eat, and drink
> put in some food and some liquid
> then out comes the waste...
> what’s a person to think?
>
> who are we, really
> does anybody know?
> where are we, really?
> where do we go...
> when we finally leave our bodies
> this thing they call soul?
>
> are we just beings
> in the material world,
> shadowy spirits unseen?
> ghosts flying ‘round
> inside a machine?
> our bodies all sharing
> one communally-planned dream
> of hosts floating freely
> voices dancing on strings?
> where does the soul go
> after we die?
>
> i don’t know much
> about any of these things...
> i never had a dolly
> who could dance or sing
> certainly never one
> who heeded nature’s call...
> i never really had
> a doll of any kind at all
> but i wasn’t missing anything
> i never wanted one...
> to me they didn’t seem
> like they would be all that much fun
> i had a few books
> and some records
> which i somehow collected,
> and my birds, and my fishes
> and a few little wishes...
>
> and now
> i don’t have a baby, either
>
> my dog is dead
> i live alone
> feed myself
> and wipe my own ass...
> at least for now
> as best i can
> yeah, it’s a real gas
>
> yes, i don’t have
> my very own baby,
> perhaps that was even
> a good thing...maybe
>
> my cousin got hit by a car
> two cousins, in fact
> in two separate accidents
> yet both were still hit
> one of them lived
> the other one died
> i even had a cousin
> who committed suicide
>
> i never played with a dolly
> what kind of plan is this
> when judas betrayed jesus
> he did so with a kiss
>
> so i just have to stop and wonder,
> all about me,
> how things might have turned out
> differently,
> if i had had a doll
> who poops and pees?
>
> maybe i would have been more prepared
> and more willing to play along
> where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> in this planet’s never-ending song
>
> then again, maybe not
> it’s probably all just a crock
> ask hitler what he thought
> when he looked around, too
> and asked himself, what am i to do
> with all of these jews?
>
> i guess i, myself,
> just don’t see...
> the point of it all,
> this point to be...
> where everyone plays along
> and is all but the same
> making more and more babies
> human links in a chain
> never stopping to ask
> who designed this whole game
>
> maybe i’m on the outside
> of whatever side they’re all on…
> where every day is a struggle
> and my troubles weigh a ton
>
> what do little girls do
> with their babies
> when they grow up?
>
>
> Jolene

You nearly lost the reader with the start but salvaged with the ending. Not an earth shattering take on the subject but still an interesting short 'n sweet personal and feminine take on it.

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:10:38 PM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > real life doll
> >
> >
> > a little girl
> > plays with her dolly
> > her very own baby
> > to keep her company
> >
> > she holds her
> > carries her around
> > sleeps with her
> > they hug and cuddle
> > maybe even feeds her
> >
> > some dolls even
> > eat and drink
> > then pee and poop...
> > yes, believe it or not
> > it’s really true
> >
> > you can feed them purées
> > and baby bottles of juice,
> > then change their diapers
> > when they wet and drop a deuce
> >
> > everybody pees and poops
> > so what was i so uptight about?
> >
> > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > made to act, eat, and drink
> > put in some food and some liquid
> > then out comes the waste...
> > what’s a person to think?
> >
> > who are we, really
> > does anybody know?
> > where are we, really?
> > where do we go...
> > when we finally leave our bodies
> > this thing they call soul?
> >
> > are we just beings
> > in the material world,
> > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > ghosts flying ‘round
> > inside a machine?
> > our bodies all sharing
> > one communally-planned dream
> > of hosts floating freely
> > voices dancing on strings?
> > where does the soul go
> > after we die?
> >
> > i don’t know much
> > about any of these things...
> > i never had a dolly
> > who could dance or sing
> > certainly never one
> > who heeded nature’s call...
> > i never really had
> > a doll of any kind at all
> > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > i never wanted one...
> > to me they didn’t seem
> > like they would be all that much fun
> > i had a few books
> > and some records
> > which i somehow collected,
> > and my birds, and my fishes
> > and a few little wishes...
> >
> > and now
> > i don’t have a baby, either
> >
> > my dog is dead
> > i live alone
> > feed myself
> > and wipe my own ass...
> > at least for now
> > as best i can
> > yeah, it’s a real gas
> >
> > yes, i don’t have
> > my very own baby,
> > perhaps that was even
> > a good thing...maybe
> >
> > my cousin got hit by a car
> > two cousins, in fact
> > in two separate accidents
> > yet both were still hit
> > one of them lived
> > the other one died
> > i even had a cousin
> > who committed suicide
> >
> > i never played with a dolly
> > what kind of plan is this
> > when judas betrayed jesus
> > he did so with a kiss
> >
> > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > all about me,
> > how things might have turned out
> > differently,
> > if i had had a doll
> > who poops and pees?
> >
> > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > and more willing to play along
> > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > in this planet’s never-ending song
> >
> > then again, maybe not
> > it’s probably all just a crock
> > ask hitler what he thought
> > when he looked around, too
> > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > with all of these jews?
> >
> > i guess i, myself,
> > just don’t see...
> > the point of it all,
> > this point to be...
> > where everyone plays along
> > and is all but the same
> > making more and more babies
> > human links in a chain
> > never stopping to ask
> > who designed this whole game
> >
> > maybe i’m on the outside
> > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > where every day is a struggle
> > and my troubles weigh a ton
> >
> > what do little girls do
> > with their babies
> > when they grow up?
> >
> >
> > Jolene
> You nearly lost the reader with the start but salvaged with the ending. Not an earth shattering take on the subject but still an interesting short 'n sweet personal and feminine take on it.

you really like the ending? i thought it was clichéd, cheesy, speciously didactic and weak.....? no...?

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 11:14:11 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:10:38 PM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > real life doll
> > >
> > >
> > > a little girl
> > > plays with her dolly
> > > her very own baby
> > > to keep her company
> > >
> > > she holds her
> > > carries her around
> > > sleeps with her
> > > they hug and cuddle
> > > maybe even feeds her
> > >
> > > some dolls even
> > > eat and drink
> > > then pee and poop...
> > > yes, believe it or not
> > > it’s really true
> > >
> > > you can feed them purées
> > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > then change their diapers
> > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > >
> > > everybody pees and poops
> > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > >
> > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > then out comes the waste...
> > > what’s a person to think?
> > >
> > > who are we, really
> > > does anybody know?
> > > where are we, really?
> > > where do we go...
> > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > this thing they call soul?
> > >
> > > are we just beings
> > > in the material world,
> > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > inside a machine?
> > > our bodies all sharing
> > > one communally-planned dream
> > > of hosts floating freely
> > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > where does the soul go
> > > after we die?
> > >
> > > i don’t know much
> > > about any of these things...
> > > i never had a dolly
> > > who could dance or sing
> > > certainly never one
> > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > i never really had
> > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > i never wanted one...
> > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > i had a few books
> > > and some records
> > > which i somehow collected,
> > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > and a few little wishes...
> > >
> > > and now
> > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > >
> > > my dog is dead
> > > i live alone
> > > feed myself
> > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > at least for now
> > > as best i can
> > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > >
> > > yes, i don’t have
> > > my very own baby,
> > > perhaps that was even
> > > a good thing...maybe
> > >
> > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > two cousins, in fact
> > > in two separate accidents
> > > yet both were still hit
> > > one of them lived
> > > the other one died
> > > i even had a cousin
> > > who committed suicide
> > >
> > > i never played with a dolly
> > > what kind of plan is this
> > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > he did so with a kiss
> > >
> > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > all about me,
> > > how things might have turned out
> > > differently,
> > > if i had had a doll
> > > who poops and pees?
> > >
> > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > and more willing to play along
> > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > >
> > > then again, maybe not
> > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > when he looked around, too
> > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > with all of these jews?
> > >
> > > i guess i, myself,
> > > just don’t see...
> > > the point of it all,
> > > this point to be...
> > > where everyone plays along
> > > and is all but the same
> > > making more and more babies
> > > human links in a chain
> > > never stopping to ask
> > > who designed this whole game
> > >
> > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > where every day is a struggle
> > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > >
> > > what do little girls do
> > > with their babies
> > > when they grow up?
> > >
> > >
> > > Jolene
> > You nearly lost the reader with the start but salvaged with the ending. Not an earth shattering take on the subject but still an interesting short 'n sweet personal and feminine take on it.
> you really like the ending? i thought it was clichéd, cheesy, speciously didactic and weak.....? no...?

It can be considered that but cliche is hard to avoid since there's billions of us trying to say the same thing, so I can accept cliche. Now if you want to stand out, you have to reinvent the old ways of saying something...

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:20:40 PM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 11:14:11 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:10:38 PM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > real life doll
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > a little girl
> > > > plays with her dolly
> > > > her very own baby
> > > > to keep her company
> > > >
> > > > she holds her
> > > > carries her around
> > > > sleeps with her
> > > > they hug and cuddle
> > > > maybe even feeds her
> > > >
> > > > some dolls even
> > > > eat and drink
> > > > then pee and poop...
> > > > yes, believe it or not
> > > > it’s really true
> > > >
> > > > you can feed them purées
> > > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > > then change their diapers
> > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > > >
> > > > everybody pees and poops
> > > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > > >
> > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > > then out comes the waste...
> > > > what’s a person to think?
> > > >
> > > > who are we, really
> > > > does anybody know?
> > > > where are we, really?
> > > > where do we go...
> > > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > > this thing they call soul?
> > > >
> > > > are we just beings
> > > > in the material world,
> > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > > inside a machine?
> > > > our bodies all sharing
> > > > one communally-planned dream
> > > > of hosts floating freely
> > > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > > where does the soul go
> > > > after we die?
> > > >
> > > > i don’t know much
> > > > about any of these things...
> > > > i never had a dolly
> > > > who could dance or sing
> > > > certainly never one
> > > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > > i never really had
> > > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > > i never wanted one...
> > > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > > i had a few books
> > > > and some records
> > > > which i somehow collected,
> > > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > > and a few little wishes...
> > > >
> > > > and now
> > > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > > >
> > > > my dog is dead
> > > > i live alone
> > > > feed myself
> > > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > > at least for now
> > > > as best i can
> > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > > >
> > > > yes, i don’t have
> > > > my very own baby,
> > > > perhaps that was even
> > > > a good thing...maybe
> > > >
> > > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > > two cousins, in fact
> > > > in two separate accidents
> > > > yet both were still hit
> > > > one of them lived
> > > > the other one died
> > > > i even had a cousin
> > > > who committed suicide
> > > >
> > > > i never played with a dolly
> > > > what kind of plan is this
> > > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > > he did so with a kiss
> > > >
> > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > > all about me,
> > > > how things might have turned out
> > > > differently,
> > > > if i had had a doll
> > > > who poops and pees?
> > > >
> > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > > and more willing to play along
> > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > > >
> > > > then again, maybe not
> > > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > > when he looked around, too
> > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > > with all of these jews?
> > > >
> > > > i guess i, myself,
> > > > just don’t see...
> > > > the point of it all,
> > > > this point to be...
> > > > where everyone plays along
> > > > and is all but the same
> > > > making more and more babies
> > > > human links in a chain
> > > > never stopping to ask
> > > > who designed this whole game
> > > >
> > > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > > where every day is a struggle
> > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > > >
> > > > what do little girls do
> > > > with their babies
> > > > when they grow up?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Jolene
> > > You nearly lost the reader with the start but salvaged with the ending. Not an earth shattering take on the subject but still an interesting short 'n sweet personal and feminine take on it.
> > you really like the ending? i thought it was clichéd, cheesy, speciously didactic and weak.....? no...?
> It can be considered that but cliche is hard to avoid since there's billions of us trying to say the same thing, so I can accept cliche. Now if you want to stand out, you have to reinvent the old ways of saying something...

which in the end is probably nothing more than reviving a way of saying something that is so far buried in the past that it has become all but obsolete, as we all know there is nothing new under the sun, according to our instruction.

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>
> real life doll
>
>
> a little girl
> plays with her dolly
> her very own baby
> to keep her company
>
> she holds her
> carries her around
> sleeps with her
> they hug and cuddle
> maybe even feeds her
>
> some dolls even
> eat and drink
> then pee and poop...
> yes, believe it or not
> it’s really true
>
> you can feed them purées
> and baby bottles of juice,
> then change their diapers
> when they wet and drop a deuce
>
> everybody pees and poops
> so what was i so uptight about?
>
> it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> made to act, eat, and drink
> put in some food and some liquid
> then out comes the waste...
> what’s a person to think?
>
> who are we, really
> does anybody know?
> where are we, really?
> where do we go...
> when we finally leave our bodies
> this thing they call soul?
>
> are we just beings
> in the material world,
> shadowy spirits unseen?
> ghosts flying ‘round
> inside a machine?
> our bodies all sharing
> one communally-planned dream
> of hosts floating freely
> voices dancing on strings?
> where does the soul go
> after we die?
>
> i don’t know much
> about any of these things...
> i never had a dolly
> who could dance or sing
> certainly never one
> who heeded nature’s call...
> i never really had
> a doll of any kind at all
> but i wasn’t missing anything
> i never wanted one...
> to me they didn’t seem
> like they would be all that much fun
> i had a few books
> and some records
> which i somehow collected,
> and my birds, and my fishes
> and a few little wishes...
>
> and now
> i don’t have a baby, either
>
> my dog is dead
> i live alone
> feed myself
> and wipe my own ass...
> at least for now
> as best i can
> yeah, it’s a real gas
>
> yes, i don’t have
> my very own baby,
> perhaps that was even
> a good thing...maybe
>
> my cousin got hit by a car
> two cousins, in fact
> in two separate accidents
> yet both were still hit
> one of them lived
> the other one died
> i even had a cousin
> who committed suicide
>
> i never played with a dolly
> what kind of plan is this
> when judas betrayed jesus
> he did so with a kiss
>
> so i just have to stop and wonder,
> all about me,
> how things might have turned out
> differently,
> if i had had a doll
> who poops and pees?
>
> maybe i would have been more prepared
> and more willing to play along
> where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> in this planet’s never-ending song
>
> then again, maybe not
> it’s probably all just a crock
> ask hitler what he thought
> when he looked around, too
> and asked himself, what am i to do
> with all of these jews?
>
> i guess i, myself,
> just don’t see...
> the point of it all,
> this point to be...
> where everyone plays along
> and is all but the same
> making more and more babies
> human links in a chain
> never stopping to ask
> who designed this whole game
>
> maybe i’m on the outside
> of whatever side they’re all on…
> where every day is a struggle
> and my troubles weigh a ton
>
> what do little girls do
> with their babies
> when they grow up?
>
>
> Jolene

I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.

The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.

Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.

Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 2:30:09 AM UTC-4, fake Zod forged:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>
> > real life doll
> >
> >
> > a little girl
> > plays with her dolly
> > her very own baby
> > to keep her company
> >
> > she holds her
> > carries her around
> > sleeps with her
> > they hug and cuddle
> > maybe even feeds her
> >
> > some dolls even
> > eat and drink
> > then pee and poop...
> > yes, believe it or not
> > it’s really true
> >
> > you can feed them purées
> > and baby bottles of juice,
> > then change their diapers
> > when they wet and drop a deuce
> >
> > everybody pees and poops
> > so what was i so uptight about?
> >
> > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > made to act, eat, and drink
> > put in some food and some liquid
> > then out comes the waste...
> > what’s a person to think?
> >
> > who are we, really
> > does anybody know?
> > where are we, really?
> > where do we go...
> > when we finally leave our bodies
> > this thing they call soul?
> >
> > are we just beings
> > in the material world,
> > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > ghosts flying ‘round
> > inside a machine?
> > our bodies all sharing
> > one communally-planned dream
> > of hosts floating freely
> > voices dancing on strings?
> > where does the soul go
> > after we die?
> >
> > i don’t know much
> > about any of these things...
> > i never had a dolly
> > who could dance or sing
> > certainly never one
> > who heeded nature’s call...
> > i never really had
> > a doll of any kind at all
> > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > i never wanted one...
> > to me they didn’t seem
> > like they would be all that much fun
> > i had a few books
> > and some records
> > which i somehow collected,
> > and my birds, and my fishes
> > and a few little wishes...
> >
> > and now
> > i don’t have a baby, either
> >
> > my dog is dead
> > i live alone
> > feed myself
> > and wipe my own ass...
> > at least for now
> > as best i can
> > yeah, it’s a real gas
> >
> > yes, i don’t have
> > my very own baby,
> > perhaps that was even
> > a good thing...maybe
> >
> > my cousin got hit by a car
> > two cousins, in fact
> > in two separate accidents
> > yet both were still hit
> > one of them lived
> > the other one died
> > i even had a cousin
> > who committed suicide
> >
> > i never played with a dolly
> > what kind of plan is this
> > when judas betrayed jesus
> > he did so with a kiss
> >
> > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > all about me,
> > how things might have turned out
> > differently,
> > if i had had a doll
> > who poops and pees?
> >
> > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > and more willing to play along
> > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > in this planet’s never-ending song
> >
> > then again, maybe not
> > it’s probably all just a crock
> > ask hitler what he thought
> > when he looked around, too
> > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > with all of these jews?
> >
> > i guess i, myself,
> > just don’t see...
> > the point of it all,
> > this point to be...
> > where everyone plays along
> > and is all but the same
> > making more and more babies
> > human links in a chain
> > never stopping to ask
> > who designed this whole game
> >
> > maybe i’m on the outside
> > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > where every day is a struggle
> > and my troubles weigh a ton
> >
> > what do little girls do
> > with their babies
> > when they grow up?
> >
> >
> > Jolene
>
> I would masturbate to this if my dick worked and the burning sensation wasn't so bad.

Obvious forgery ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 3:37:58 AM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 2:30:09 AM UTC-4, fake Zod forged:
> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> >
> > > real life doll
> > >
> > >
> > > a little girl
> > > plays with her dolly
> > > her very own baby
> > > to keep her company
> > >
> > > she holds her
> > > carries her around
> > > sleeps with her
> > > they hug and cuddle
> > > maybe even feeds her
> > >
> > > some dolls even
> > > eat and drink
> > > then pee and poop...
> > > yes, believe it or not
> > > it’s really true
> > >
> > > you can feed them purées
> > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > then change their diapers
> > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > >
> > > everybody pees and poops
> > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > >
> > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > then out comes the waste...
> > > what’s a person to think?
> > >
> > > who are we, really
> > > does anybody know?
> > > where are we, really?
> > > where do we go...
> > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > this thing they call soul?
> > >
> > > are we just beings
> > > in the material world,
> > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > inside a machine?
> > > our bodies all sharing
> > > one communally-planned dream
> > > of hosts floating freely
> > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > where does the soul go
> > > after we die?
> > >
> > > i don’t know much
> > > about any of these things...
> > > i never had a dolly
> > > who could dance or sing
> > > certainly never one
> > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > i never really had
> > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > i never wanted one...
> > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > i had a few books
> > > and some records
> > > which i somehow collected,
> > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > and a few little wishes...
> > >
> > > and now
> > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > >
> > > my dog is dead
> > > i live alone
> > > feed myself
> > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > at least for now
> > > as best i can
> > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > >
> > > yes, i don’t have
> > > my very own baby,
> > > perhaps that was even
> > > a good thing...maybe
> > >
> > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > two cousins, in fact
> > > in two separate accidents
> > > yet both were still hit
> > > one of them lived
> > > the other one died
> > > i even had a cousin
> > > who committed suicide
> > >
> > > i never played with a dolly
> > > what kind of plan is this
> > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > he did so with a kiss
> > >
> > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > all about me,
> > > how things might have turned out
> > > differently,
> > > if i had had a doll
> > > who poops and pees?
> > >
> > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > and more willing to play along
> > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > >
> > > then again, maybe not
> > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > when he looked around, too
> > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > with all of these jews?
> > >
> > > i guess i, myself,
> > > just don’t see...
> > > the point of it all,
> > > this point to be...
> > > where everyone plays along
> > > and is all but the same
> > > making more and more babies
> > > human links in a chain
> > > never stopping to ask
> > > who designed this whole game
> > >
> > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > where every day is a struggle
> > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > >
> > > what do little girls do
> > > with their babies
> > > when they grow up?
> > >
> > >
> > > Jolene
> >
> > I would masturbate to this if my dick worked and the burning sensation wasn't so bad.
> Obvious forgery ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

thank you sweet william :-)

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 12:25:17 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:

> I was disturbed

"We know," you are and should be...Rachel is disturbed in many, many ways.

Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 3:37:58 AM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 2:30:09 AM UTC-4, fake Zod forged:
>> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>> >
>> > > real life doll
>> > >
>> > >
>> > > a little girl
>> > > plays with her dolly
>> > > her very own baby
>> > > to keep her company
>> > >
>> > > she holds her
>> > > carries her around
>> > > sleeps with her
>> > > they hug and cuddle
>> > > maybe even feeds her
>> > >
>> > > some dolls even
>> > > eat and drink
>> > > then pee and poop...
>> > > yes, believe it or not
>> > > it’s really true
>> > >
>> > > you can feed them purées
>> > > and baby bottles of juice,
>> > > then change their diapers
>> > > when they wet and drop a deuce
>> > >
>> > > everybody pees and poops
>> > > so what was i so uptight about?
>> > >
>> > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
>> > > made to act, eat, and drink
>> > > put in some food and some liquid
>> > > then out comes the waste...
>> > > what’s a person to think?
>> > >
>> > > who are we, really
>> > > does anybody know?
>> > > where are we, really?
>> > > where do we go...
>> > > when we finally leave our bodies
>> > > this thing they call soul?
>> > >
>> > > are we just beings
>> > > in the material world,
>> > > shadowy spirits unseen?
>> > > ghosts flying ‘round
>> > > inside a machine?
>> > > our bodies all sharing
>> > > one communally-planned dream
>> > > of hosts floating freely
>> > > voices dancing on strings?
>> > > where does the soul go
>> > > after we die?
>> > >
>> > > i don’t know much
>> > > about any of these things...
>> > > i never had a dolly
>> > > who could dance or sing
>> > > certainly never one
>> > > who heeded nature’s call...
>> > > i never really had
>> > > a doll of any kind at all
>> > > but i wasn’t missing anything
>> > > i never wanted one...
>> > > to me they didn’t seem
>> > > like they would be all that much fun
>> > > i had a few books
>> > > and some records
>> > > which i somehow collected,
>> > > and my birds, and my fishes
>> > > and a few little wishes...
>> > >
>> > > and now
>> > > i don’t have a baby, either
>> > >
>> > > my dog is dead
>> > > i live alone
>> > > feed myself
>> > > and wipe my own ass...
>> > > at least for now
>> > > as best i can
>> > > yeah, it’s a real gas
>> > >
>> > > yes, i don’t have
>> > > my very own baby,
>> > > perhaps that was even
>> > > a good thing...maybe
>> > >
>> > > my cousin got hit by a car
>> > > two cousins, in fact
>> > > in two separate accidents
>> > > yet both were still hit
>> > > one of them lived
>> > > the other one died
>> > > i even had a cousin
>> > > who committed suicide
>> > >
>> > > i never played with a dolly
>> > > what kind of plan is this
>> > > when judas betrayed jesus
>> > > he did so with a kiss
>> > >
>> > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
>> > > all about me,
>> > > how things might have turned out
>> > > differently,
>> > > if i had had a doll
>> > > who poops and pees?
>> > >
>> > > maybe i would have been more prepared
>> > > and more willing to play along
>> > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
>> > > in this planet’s never-ending song
>> > >
>> > > then again, maybe not
>> > > it’s probably all just a crock
>> > > ask hitler what he thought
>> > > when he looked around, too
>> > > and asked himself, what am i to do
>> > > with all of these jews?
>> > >
>> > > i guess i, myself,
>> > > just don’t see...
>> > > the point of it all,
>> > > this point to be...
>> > > where everyone plays along
>> > > and is all but the same
>> > > making more and more babies
>> > > human links in a chain
>> > > never stopping to ask
>> > > who designed this whole game
>> > >
>> > > maybe i’m on the outside
>> > > of whatever side they’re all on…
>> > > where every day is a struggle
>> > > and my troubles weigh a ton
>> > >
>> > > what do little girls do
>> > > with their babies
>> > > when they grow up?
>> > >
>> > >
>> > > Jolene
>> >
>> > I would xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
>
> Obvious forgery ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

> thank you sweet william :-)

Good afternoon, Rachel, glad to help.

🙂

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 11:40:40 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:20:40 PM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 11:14:11 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:10:38 PM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > real life doll
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > a little girl
> > > > > plays with her dolly
> > > > > her very own baby
> > > > > to keep her company
> > > > >
> > > > > she holds her
> > > > > carries her around
> > > > > sleeps with her
> > > > > they hug and cuddle
> > > > > maybe even feeds her
> > > > >
> > > > > some dolls even
> > > > > eat and drink
> > > > > then pee and poop...
> > > > > yes, believe it or not
> > > > > it’s really true
> > > > >
> > > > > you can feed them purées
> > > > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > > > then change their diapers
> > > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > > > >
> > > > > everybody pees and poops
> > > > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > > > >
> > > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > > > then out comes the waste...
> > > > > what’s a person to think?
> > > > >
> > > > > who are we, really
> > > > > does anybody know?
> > > > > where are we, really?
> > > > > where do we go...
> > > > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > > > this thing they call soul?
> > > > >
> > > > > are we just beings
> > > > > in the material world,
> > > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > > > inside a machine?
> > > > > our bodies all sharing
> > > > > one communally-planned dream
> > > > > of hosts floating freely
> > > > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > > > where does the soul go
> > > > > after we die?
> > > > >
> > > > > i don’t know much
> > > > > about any of these things...
> > > > > i never had a dolly
> > > > > who could dance or sing
> > > > > certainly never one
> > > > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > > > i never really had
> > > > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > > > i never wanted one...
> > > > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > > > i had a few books
> > > > > and some records
> > > > > which i somehow collected,
> > > > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > > > and a few little wishes...
> > > > >
> > > > > and now
> > > > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > > > >
> > > > > my dog is dead
> > > > > i live alone
> > > > > feed myself
> > > > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > > > at least for now
> > > > > as best i can
> > > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > > > >
> > > > > yes, i don’t have
> > > > > my very own baby,
> > > > > perhaps that was even
> > > > > a good thing...maybe
> > > > >
> > > > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > > > two cousins, in fact
> > > > > in two separate accidents
> > > > > yet both were still hit
> > > > > one of them lived
> > > > > the other one died
> > > > > i even had a cousin
> > > > > who committed suicide
> > > > >
> > > > > i never played with a dolly
> > > > > what kind of plan is this
> > > > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > > > he did so with a kiss
> > > > >
> > > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > > > all about me,
> > > > > how things might have turned out
> > > > > differently,
> > > > > if i had had a doll
> > > > > who poops and pees?
> > > > >
> > > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > > > and more willing to play along
> > > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > > > >
> > > > > then again, maybe not
> > > > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > > > when he looked around, too
> > > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > > > with all of these jews?
> > > > >
> > > > > i guess i, myself,
> > > > > just don’t see...
> > > > > the point of it all,
> > > > > this point to be...
> > > > > where everyone plays along
> > > > > and is all but the same
> > > > > making more and more babies
> > > > > human links in a chain
> > > > > never stopping to ask
> > > > > who designed this whole game
> > > > >
> > > > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > > > where every day is a struggle
> > > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > > > >
> > > > > what do little girls do
> > > > > with their babies
> > > > > when they grow up?
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Jolene
> > > > You nearly lost the reader with the start but salvaged with the ending. Not an earth shattering take on the subject but still an interesting short 'n sweet personal and feminine take on it.
> > > you really like the ending? i thought it was clichéd, cheesy, speciously didactic and weak.....? no...?
> > It can be considered that but cliche is hard to avoid since there's billions of us trying to say the same thing, so I can accept cliche. Now if you want to stand out, you have to reinvent the old ways of saying something....
> which in the end is probably nothing more than reviving a way of saying something that is so far buried in the past that it has become all but obsolete, as we all know there is nothing new under the sun, according to our instruction.

"I'm up off my knees, girl
I'm face to face with myself
And I know who I am
(Hello, my name is human)
I stole the power from the sun
I'm more than just a man
(No longer disillusioned)"
--'My Name is Human' ~~Highly Suspect
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5-gja10qkw

a spectre of a poem dragged writhing and seething from the horror bound depths of imagination
If you're fate smitten with no reservations whatsoever
surrounded only by ruins of your mortal endeavors
carve this message into the shell of your existence
make it the memento mori of your resigned subsistence
the tale of a tangled tapestry misfortune woven
a wearisome ill-fated web spun from scars
sear the words into your soul ill-starred
~~AshWurthing

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 11:52:45 AM UTC-4, Family Guy wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 12:25:17 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > I was disturbed
>
> "We know

You and who else, Dink?

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 9:25:17 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> >
> > real life doll
> >
> >
> > a little girl
> > plays with her dolly
> > her very own baby
> > to keep her company
> >
> > she holds her
> > carries her around
> > sleeps with her
> > they hug and cuddle
> > maybe even feeds her
> >
> > some dolls even
> > eat and drink
> > then pee and poop...
> > yes, believe it or not
> > it’s really true
> >
> > you can feed them purées
> > and baby bottles of juice,
> > then change their diapers
> > when they wet and drop a deuce
> >
> > everybody pees and poops
> > so what was i so uptight about?
> >
> > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > made to act, eat, and drink
> > put in some food and some liquid
> > then out comes the waste...
> > what’s a person to think?
> >
> > who are we, really
> > does anybody know?
> > where are we, really?
> > where do we go...
> > when we finally leave our bodies
> > this thing they call soul?
> >
> > are we just beings
> > in the material world,
> > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > ghosts flying ‘round
> > inside a machine?
> > our bodies all sharing
> > one communally-planned dream
> > of hosts floating freely
> > voices dancing on strings?
> > where does the soul go
> > after we die?
> >
> > i don’t know much
> > about any of these things...
> > i never had a dolly
> > who could dance or sing
> > certainly never one
> > who heeded nature’s call...
> > i never really had
> > a doll of any kind at all
> > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > i never wanted one...
> > to me they didn’t seem
> > like they would be all that much fun
> > i had a few books
> > and some records
> > which i somehow collected,
> > and my birds, and my fishes
> > and a few little wishes...
> >
> > and now
> > i don’t have a baby, either
> >
> > my dog is dead
> > i live alone
> > feed myself
> > and wipe my own ass...
> > at least for now
> > as best i can
> > yeah, it’s a real gas
> >
> > yes, i don’t have
> > my very own baby,
> > perhaps that was even
> > a good thing...maybe
> >
> > my cousin got hit by a car
> > two cousins, in fact
> > in two separate accidents
> > yet both were still hit
> > one of them lived
> > the other one died
> > i even had a cousin
> > who committed suicide
> >
> > i never played with a dolly
> > what kind of plan is this
> > when judas betrayed jesus
> > he did so with a kiss
> >
> > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > all about me,
> > how things might have turned out
> > differently,
> > if i had had a doll
> > who poops and pees?
> >
> > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > and more willing to play along
> > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > in this planet’s never-ending song
> >
> > then again, maybe not
> > it’s probably all just a crock
> > ask hitler what he thought
> > when he looked around, too
> > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > with all of these jews?
> >
> > i guess i, myself,
> > just don’t see...
> > the point of it all,
> > this point to be...
> > where everyone plays along
> > and is all but the same
> > making more and more babies
> > human links in a chain
> > never stopping to ask
> > who designed this whole game
> >
> > maybe i’m on the outside
> > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > where every day is a struggle
> > and my troubles weigh a ton
> >
> > what do little girls do
> > with their babies
> > when they grow up?
> >
> >
> > Jolene
> I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.
>
> The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.
>
> Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.
>
> Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.

May I asked which parts disturbed you, and why? Just curious. (not immediately obvious to me *at_all!*)

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 9:32:37 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 9:25:17 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > >
> > > real life doll
> > >
> > >
> > > a little girl
> > > plays with her dolly
> > > her very own baby
> > > to keep her company
> > >
> > > she holds her
> > > carries her around
> > > sleeps with her
> > > they hug and cuddle
> > > maybe even feeds her
> > >
> > > some dolls even
> > > eat and drink
> > > then pee and poop...
> > > yes, believe it or not
> > > it’s really true
> > >
> > > you can feed them purées
> > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > then change their diapers
> > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > >
> > > everybody pees and poops
> > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > >
> > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > then out comes the waste...
> > > what’s a person to think?
> > >
> > > who are we, really
> > > does anybody know?
> > > where are we, really?
> > > where do we go...
> > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > this thing they call soul?
> > >
> > > are we just beings
> > > in the material world,
> > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > inside a machine?
> > > our bodies all sharing
> > > one communally-planned dream
> > > of hosts floating freely
> > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > where does the soul go
> > > after we die?
> > >
> > > i don’t know much
> > > about any of these things...
> > > i never had a dolly
> > > who could dance or sing
> > > certainly never one
> > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > i never really had
> > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > i never wanted one...
> > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > i had a few books
> > > and some records
> > > which i somehow collected,
> > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > and a few little wishes...
> > >
> > > and now
> > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > >
> > > my dog is dead
> > > i live alone
> > > feed myself
> > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > at least for now
> > > as best i can
> > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > >
> > > yes, i don’t have
> > > my very own baby,
> > > perhaps that was even
> > > a good thing...maybe
> > >
> > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > two cousins, in fact
> > > in two separate accidents
> > > yet both were still hit
> > > one of them lived
> > > the other one died
> > > i even had a cousin
> > > who committed suicide
> > >
> > > i never played with a dolly
> > > what kind of plan is this
> > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > he did so with a kiss
> > >
> > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > all about me,
> > > how things might have turned out
> > > differently,
> > > if i had had a doll
> > > who poops and pees?
> > >
> > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > and more willing to play along
> > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > >
> > > then again, maybe not
> > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > when he looked around, too
> > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > with all of these jews?
> > >
> > > i guess i, myself,
> > > just don’t see...
> > > the point of it all,
> > > this point to be...
> > > where everyone plays along
> > > and is all but the same
> > > making more and more babies
> > > human links in a chain
> > > never stopping to ask
> > > who designed this whole game
> > >
> > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > where every day is a struggle
> > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > >
> > > what do little girls do
> > > with their babies
> > > when they grow up?
> > >
> > >
> > > Jolene
> > I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.
> >
> > The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.
> >
> > Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.
> >
> > Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.
> May I asked which parts disturbed you, and why? Just curious. (not immediately obvious to me *at_all!*)

Hello again Rachel, I'll go over the poem point by point soon, when time permits.

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:59:58 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 9:32:37 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 9:25:17 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > >
> > > > real life doll
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > a little girl
> > > > plays with her dolly
> > > > her very own baby
> > > > to keep her company
> > > >
> > > > she holds her
> > > > carries her around
> > > > sleeps with her
> > > > they hug and cuddle
> > > > maybe even feeds her
> > > >
> > > > some dolls even
> > > > eat and drink
> > > > then pee and poop...
> > > > yes, believe it or not
> > > > it’s really true
> > > >
> > > > you can feed them purées
> > > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > > then change their diapers
> > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > > >
> > > > everybody pees and poops
> > > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > > >
> > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > > then out comes the waste...
> > > > what’s a person to think?
> > > >
> > > > who are we, really
> > > > does anybody know?
> > > > where are we, really?
> > > > where do we go...
> > > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > > this thing they call soul?
> > > >
> > > > are we just beings
> > > > in the material world,
> > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > > inside a machine?
> > > > our bodies all sharing
> > > > one communally-planned dream
> > > > of hosts floating freely
> > > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > > where does the soul go
> > > > after we die?
> > > >
> > > > i don’t know much
> > > > about any of these things...
> > > > i never had a dolly
> > > > who could dance or sing
> > > > certainly never one
> > > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > > i never really had
> > > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > > i never wanted one...
> > > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > > i had a few books
> > > > and some records
> > > > which i somehow collected,
> > > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > > and a few little wishes...
> > > >
> > > > and now
> > > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > > >
> > > > my dog is dead
> > > > i live alone
> > > > feed myself
> > > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > > at least for now
> > > > as best i can
> > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > > >
> > > > yes, i don’t have
> > > > my very own baby,
> > > > perhaps that was even
> > > > a good thing...maybe
> > > >
> > > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > > two cousins, in fact
> > > > in two separate accidents
> > > > yet both were still hit
> > > > one of them lived
> > > > the other one died
> > > > i even had a cousin
> > > > who committed suicide
> > > >
> > > > i never played with a dolly
> > > > what kind of plan is this
> > > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > > he did so with a kiss
> > > >
> > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > > all about me,
> > > > how things might have turned out
> > > > differently,
> > > > if i had had a doll
> > > > who poops and pees?
> > > >
> > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > > and more willing to play along
> > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > > >
> > > > then again, maybe not
> > > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > > when he looked around, too
> > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > > with all of these jews?
> > > >
> > > > i guess i, myself,
> > > > just don’t see...
> > > > the point of it all,
> > > > this point to be...
> > > > where everyone plays along
> > > > and is all but the same
> > > > making more and more babies
> > > > human links in a chain
> > > > never stopping to ask
> > > > who designed this whole game
> > > >
> > > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > > where every day is a struggle
> > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > > >
> > > > what do little girls do
> > > > with their babies
> > > > when they grow up?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Jolene
> > > I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.
> > >
> > > The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.
> > >
> > > Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.
> > >
> > > Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.
> > May I asked which parts disturbed you, and why? Just curious. (not immediately obvious to me *at_all!*)
> Hello again Rachel, I'll go over the poem point by point soon, when time permits.

jeez wow....you've got me antsy now, i don't think the poem deserves it which makes me think your comments are going to be more insightful than the intention behind the poem itself!!! :)

On Thursday, July 6, 2023 at 12:16:27 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:59:58 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 9:32:37 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 9:25:17 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > real life doll
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > a little girl
> > > > > plays with her dolly
> > > > > her very own baby
> > > > > to keep her company
> > > > >
> > > > > she holds her
> > > > > carries her around
> > > > > sleeps with her
> > > > > they hug and cuddle
> > > > > maybe even feeds her
> > > > >
> > > > > some dolls even
> > > > > eat and drink
> > > > > then pee and poop...
> > > > > yes, believe it or not
> > > > > it’s really true
> > > > >
> > > > > you can feed them purées
> > > > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > > > then change their diapers
> > > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > > > >
> > > > > everybody pees and poops
> > > > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > > > >
> > > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > > > then out comes the waste...
> > > > > what’s a person to think?
> > > > >
> > > > > who are we, really
> > > > > does anybody know?
> > > > > where are we, really?
> > > > > where do we go...
> > > > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > > > this thing they call soul?
> > > > >
> > > > > are we just beings
> > > > > in the material world,
> > > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > > > inside a machine?
> > > > > our bodies all sharing
> > > > > one communally-planned dream
> > > > > of hosts floating freely
> > > > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > > > where does the soul go
> > > > > after we die?
> > > > >
> > > > > i don’t know much
> > > > > about any of these things...
> > > > > i never had a dolly
> > > > > who could dance or sing
> > > > > certainly never one
> > > > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > > > i never really had
> > > > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > > > i never wanted one...
> > > > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > > > i had a few books
> > > > > and some records
> > > > > which i somehow collected,
> > > > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > > > and a few little wishes...
> > > > >
> > > > > and now
> > > > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > > > >
> > > > > my dog is dead
> > > > > i live alone
> > > > > feed myself
> > > > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > > > at least for now
> > > > > as best i can
> > > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > > > >
> > > > > yes, i don’t have
> > > > > my very own baby,
> > > > > perhaps that was even
> > > > > a good thing...maybe
> > > > >
> > > > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > > > two cousins, in fact
> > > > > in two separate accidents
> > > > > yet both were still hit
> > > > > one of them lived
> > > > > the other one died
> > > > > i even had a cousin
> > > > > who committed suicide
> > > > >
> > > > > i never played with a dolly
> > > > > what kind of plan is this
> > > > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > > > he did so with a kiss
> > > > >
> > > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > > > all about me,
> > > > > how things might have turned out
> > > > > differently,
> > > > > if i had had a doll
> > > > > who poops and pees?
> > > > >
> > > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > > > and more willing to play along
> > > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > > > >
> > > > > then again, maybe not
> > > > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > > > when he looked around, too
> > > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > > > with all of these jews?
> > > > >
> > > > > i guess i, myself,
> > > > > just don’t see...
> > > > > the point of it all,
> > > > > this point to be...
> > > > > where everyone plays along
> > > > > and is all but the same
> > > > > making more and more babies
> > > > > human links in a chain
> > > > > never stopping to ask
> > > > > who designed this whole game
> > > > >
> > > > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > > > where every day is a struggle
> > > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > > > >
> > > > > what do little girls do
> > > > > with their babies
> > > > > when they grow up?
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Jolene
> > > > I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.
> > > >
> > > > The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.
> > > >
> > > > Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.
> > > >
> > > > Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.
> > > May I asked which parts disturbed you, and why? Just curious. (not immediately obvious to me *at_all!*)
> > Hello again Rachel, I'll go over the poem point by point soon, when time permits.
> jeez wow....you've got me antsy now, i don't think the poem deserves it which makes me think your comments are going to be more insightful than the intention behind the poem itself!!! :)

Do you remember Philo's critique of your poem the original thread?

A few of my thoughts are derived from his observations.

The disturbing elements come from the simple acceptance of the duality of life and the multiverse.

Could be I've been watching too many Marvel Comics films.

🙂

Rachel wrote:
>
> real life doll

> a little girl
> plays with her dolly
> her very own baby
> to keep her company

> she holds her
> carries her around
> sleeps with her
> they hug and cuddle
> maybe even feeds her

> some dolls even
> eat and drink
> then pee and poop...
> yes, believe it or not
> it’s really true

> you can feed them purées
> and baby bottles of juice,
> then change their diapers
> when they wet and drop a deuce

> everybody pees and poops
> so what was i so uptight about?

> it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> made to act, eat, and drink
> put in some food and some liquid
> then out comes the waste...
> what’s a person to think?

> who are we, really
> does anybody know?
> where are we, really?
> where do we go...
> when we finally leave our bodies
> this thing they call soul?

> are we just beings
> in the material world,
> shadowy spirits unseen?
> ghosts flying ‘round
> inside a machine?
> our bodies all sharing
> one communally-planned dream
> of hosts floating freely
> voices dancing on strings?
> where does the soul go
> after we die?

> i don’t know much
> about any of these things...
> i never had a dolly
> who could dance or sing
> certainly never one
> who heeded nature’s call...
> i never really had
> a doll of any kind at all
> but i wasn’t missing anything
> i never wanted one...
> to me they didn’t seem
> like they would be all that much fun
> i had a few books
> and some records
> which i somehow collected,
> and my birds, and my fishes
> and a few little wishes...

> and now
> i don’t have a baby, either

> my dog is dead
> i live alone
> feed myself
> and wipe my own ass...
> at least for now
> as best i can
> yeah, it’s a real gas

> yes, i don’t have
> my very own baby,
> perhaps that was even
> a good thing...maybe

> my cousin got hit by a car
> two cousins, in fact
> in two separate accidents
> yet both were still hit
> one of them lived
> the other one died
> i even had a cousin
> who committed suicide

> i never played with a dolly
> what kind of plan is this
> when judas betrayed jesus
> he did so with a kiss

> so i just have to stop and wonder,
> all about me,
> how things might have turned out
> differently,
> if i had had a doll
> who poops and pees?

> maybe i would have been more prepared
> and more willing to play along
> where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> in this planet’s never-ending song

> then again, maybe not
> it’s probably all just a crock
> ask hitler what he thought
> when he looked around, too
> and asked himself, what am i to do
> with all of these jews?

> i guess i, myself,
> just don’t see...
> the point of it all,
> this point to be...
> where everyone plays along
> and is all but the same
> making more and more babies
> human links in a chain
> never stopping to ask
> who designed this whole game

> maybe i’m on the outside
> of whatever side they’re all on…
> where every day is a struggle
> and my troubles weigh a ton

> what do little girls do
> with their babies
> when they grow up?

> Jolene

Fabulous poem, a musing on twein siblings, motherhood and other related issues..?

alternate

but i wasn't missing anything
i never wanted one...
to me they didn't seem
to be all that much fun

and then the ending back to the first way

what do you do
with your babies
when they grow up?

opinions welcome

Rachel wrote:
>
> alternate

> but i wasn't missing anything
> i never wanted one...
> to me they didn't seem
> to be all that much fun

> and then the ending back to the first way

> what do you do
> with your babies
> when they grow up?

> opinions welcome

I am a life long bachelor and father of no child, but I have loved some pets, cars and art works as if they were my children...

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 11:02:21 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 3:37:58 AM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 2:30:09 AM UTC-4, fake Zod forged:
> > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > >
> > > > real life doll
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > a little girl
> > > > plays with her dolly
> > > > her very own baby
> > > > to keep her company
> > > >
> > > > she holds her
> > > > carries her around
> > > > sleeps with her
> > > > they hug and cuddle
> > > > maybe even feeds her
> > > >
> > > > some dolls even
> > > > eat and drink
> > > > then pee and poop...
> > > > yes, believe it or not
> > > > it’s really true
> > > >
> > > > you can feed them purées
> > > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > > then change their diapers
> > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > > >
> > > > everybody pees and poops
> > > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > > >
> > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > > then out comes the waste...
> > > > what’s a person to think?
> > > >
> > > > who are we, really
> > > > does anybody know?
> > > > where are we, really?
> > > > where do we go...
> > > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > > this thing they call soul?
> > > >
> > > > are we just beings
> > > > in the material world,
> > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > > inside a machine?
> > > > our bodies all sharing
> > > > one communally-planned dream
> > > > of hosts floating freely
> > > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > > where does the soul go
> > > > after we die?
> > > >
> > > > i don’t know much
> > > > about any of these things...
> > > > i never had a dolly
> > > > who could dance or sing
> > > > certainly never one
> > > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > > i never really had
> > > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > > i never wanted one...
> > > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > > i had a few books
> > > > and some records
> > > > which i somehow collected,
> > > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > > and a few little wishes...
> > > >
> > > > and now
> > > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > > >
> > > > my dog is dead
> > > > i live alone
> > > > feed myself
> > > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > > at least for now
> > > > as best i can
> > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > > >
> > > > yes, i don’t have
> > > > my very own baby,
> > > > perhaps that was even
> > > > a good thing...maybe
> > > >
> > > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > > two cousins, in fact
> > > > in two separate accidents
> > > > yet both were still hit
> > > > one of them lived
> > > > the other one died
> > > > i even had a cousin
> > > > who committed suicide
> > > >
> > > > i never played with a dolly
> > > > what kind of plan is this
> > > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > > he did so with a kiss
> > > >
> > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > > all about me,
> > > > how things might have turned out
> > > > differently,
> > > > if i had had a doll
> > > > who poops and pees?
> > > >
> > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > > and more willing to play along
> > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > > >
> > > > then again, maybe not
> > > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > > when he looked around, too
> > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > > with all of these jews?
> > > >
> > > > i guess i, myself,
> > > > just don’t see...
> > > > the point of it all,
> > > > this point to be...
> > > > where everyone plays along
> > > > and is all but the same
> > > > making more and more babies
> > > > human links in a chain
> > > > never stopping to ask
> > > > who designed this whole game
> > > >
> > > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > > where every day is a struggle
> > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > > >
> > > > what do little girls do
> > > > with their babies
> > > > when they grow up?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Jolene
> > >
> > > I would xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > Obvious forgery ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> thank you sweet william :-)

Good afternoon again, Rachel.

:)

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 10:39:08 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Thursday, July 6, 2023 at 12:16:27 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:59:58 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 9:32:37 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 9:25:17 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > real life doll
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > a little girl
> > > > > > plays with her dolly
> > > > > > her very own baby
> > > > > > to keep her company
> > > > > >
> > > > > > she holds her
> > > > > > carries her around
> > > > > > sleeps with her
> > > > > > they hug and cuddle
> > > > > > maybe even feeds her
> > > > > >
> > > > > > some dolls even
> > > > > > eat and drink
> > > > > > then pee and poop...
> > > > > > yes, believe it or not
> > > > > > it’s really true
> > > > > >
> > > > > > you can feed them purées
> > > > > > and baby bottles of juice,
> > > > > > then change their diapers
> > > > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
> > > > > >
> > > > > > everybody pees and poops
> > > > > > so what was i so uptight about?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
> > > > > > made to act, eat, and drink
> > > > > > put in some food and some liquid
> > > > > > then out comes the waste...
> > > > > > what’s a person to think?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > who are we, really
> > > > > > does anybody know?
> > > > > > where are we, really?
> > > > > > where do we go...
> > > > > > when we finally leave our bodies
> > > > > > this thing they call soul?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > are we just beings
> > > > > > in the material world,
> > > > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
> > > > > > ghosts flying ‘round
> > > > > > inside a machine?
> > > > > > our bodies all sharing
> > > > > > one communally-planned dream
> > > > > > of hosts floating freely
> > > > > > voices dancing on strings?
> > > > > > where does the soul go
> > > > > > after we die?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > i don’t know much
> > > > > > about any of these things...
> > > > > > i never had a dolly
> > > > > > who could dance or sing
> > > > > > certainly never one
> > > > > > who heeded nature’s call...
> > > > > > i never really had
> > > > > > a doll of any kind at all
> > > > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
> > > > > > i never wanted one...
> > > > > > to me they didn’t seem
> > > > > > like they would be all that much fun
> > > > > > i had a few books
> > > > > > and some records
> > > > > > which i somehow collected,
> > > > > > and my birds, and my fishes
> > > > > > and a few little wishes...
> > > > > >
> > > > > > and now
> > > > > > i don’t have a baby, either
> > > > > >
> > > > > > my dog is dead
> > > > > > i live alone
> > > > > > feed myself
> > > > > > and wipe my own ass...
> > > > > > at least for now
> > > > > > as best i can
> > > > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
> > > > > >
> > > > > > yes, i don’t have
> > > > > > my very own baby,
> > > > > > perhaps that was even
> > > > > > a good thing...maybe
> > > > > >
> > > > > > my cousin got hit by a car
> > > > > > two cousins, in fact
> > > > > > in two separate accidents
> > > > > > yet both were still hit
> > > > > > one of them lived
> > > > > > the other one died
> > > > > > i even had a cousin
> > > > > > who committed suicide
> > > > > >
> > > > > > i never played with a dolly
> > > > > > what kind of plan is this
> > > > > > when judas betrayed jesus
> > > > > > he did so with a kiss
> > > > > >
> > > > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
> > > > > > all about me,
> > > > > > how things might have turned out
> > > > > > differently,
> > > > > > if i had had a doll
> > > > > > who poops and pees?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
> > > > > > and more willing to play along
> > > > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
> > > > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
> > > > > >
> > > > > > then again, maybe not
> > > > > > it’s probably all just a crock
> > > > > > ask hitler what he thought
> > > > > > when he looked around, too
> > > > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
> > > > > > with all of these jews?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > i guess i, myself,
> > > > > > just don’t see...
> > > > > > the point of it all,
> > > > > > this point to be...
> > > > > > where everyone plays along
> > > > > > and is all but the same
> > > > > > making more and more babies
> > > > > > human links in a chain
> > > > > > never stopping to ask
> > > > > > who designed this whole game
> > > > > >
> > > > > > maybe i’m on the outside
> > > > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
> > > > > > where every day is a struggle
> > > > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
> > > > > >
> > > > > > what do little girls do
> > > > > > with their babies
> > > > > > when they grow up?
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Jolene
> > > > > I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.
> > > > >
> > > > > The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.
> > > > >
> > > > > Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.
> > > > >
> > > > > Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.
> > > > May I asked which parts disturbed you, and why? Just curious. (not immediately obvious to me *at_all!*)
> > > Hello again Rachel, I'll go over the poem point by point soon, when time permits.
> > jeez wow....you've got me antsy now, i don't think the poem deserves it which makes me think your comments are going to be more insightful than the intention behind the poem itself!!! :)
> Do you remember Philo's critique of your poem the original thread?
>
> A few of my thoughts are derived from his observations.
>
> The disturbing elements come from the simple acceptance of the duality of life and the multiverse.
>
> Could be I've been watching too many Marvel Comics films.
>
> 🙂

I didn't remember either too well, but re-reading the thread before working with it jogged my memory! i like philo's poems! and i remember he posted a video of his wife's (or partner's) paintings, i THINK !?!!??!? iinm...? something...? an exhibit perhaps? he had good true life stories too, IINM. i'm sorry. my memory is finicky. it only gloms onto certain things, and is not that sharp for later life experiences, except perhaps for me being a one-eyed midget, and that's not necessarily (???) much of an attractive quality.. oh well. :(

On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:52:45 AM UTC-7, Family Guy wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 12:25:17 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > I was disturbed
>
> "We know," you are and should be...Rachel is disturbed in many, many ways..

They all laughed at Noah, too.

On Thursday, July 6, 2023 at 3:22:00 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:52:45 AM UTC-7, Family Guy wrote:
> > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 12:25:17 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > I was disturbed
> >
> > "We know," you are and should be...Rachel is disturbed in many, many ways.
> They all laughed at Noah, too.

not that he was a role model or anything...

Rachel wrote:

> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 10:39:08 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Thursday, July 6, 2023 at 12:16:27 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>> > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:59:58 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 9:32:37 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>> > > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 9:25:17 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 5:08:38 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > real life doll
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > a little girl
>> > > > > > plays with her dolly
>> > > > > > her very own baby
>> > > > > > to keep her company
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > she holds her
>> > > > > > carries her around
>> > > > > > sleeps with her
>> > > > > > they hug and cuddle
>> > > > > > maybe even feeds her
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > some dolls even
>> > > > > > eat and drink
>> > > > > > then pee and poop...
>> > > > > > yes, believe it or not
>> > > > > > it’s really true
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > you can feed them purées
>> > > > > > and baby bottles of juice,
>> > > > > > then change their diapers
>> > > > > > when they wet and drop a deuce
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > everybody pees and poops
>> > > > > > so what was i so uptight about?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > it seems we’re all hollow tubes
>> > > > > > made to act, eat, and drink
>> > > > > > put in some food and some liquid
>> > > > > > then out comes the waste...
>> > > > > > what’s a person to think?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > who are we, really
>> > > > > > does anybody know?
>> > > > > > where are we, really?
>> > > > > > where do we go...
>> > > > > > when we finally leave our bodies
>> > > > > > this thing they call soul?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > are we just beings
>> > > > > > in the material world,
>> > > > > > shadowy spirits unseen?
>> > > > > > ghosts flying ‘round
>> > > > > > inside a machine?
>> > > > > > our bodies all sharing
>> > > > > > one communally-planned dream
>> > > > > > of hosts floating freely
>> > > > > > voices dancing on strings?
>> > > > > > where does the soul go
>> > > > > > after we die?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > i don’t know much
>> > > > > > about any of these things...
>> > > > > > i never had a dolly
>> > > > > > who could dance or sing
>> > > > > > certainly never one
>> > > > > > who heeded nature’s call...
>> > > > > > i never really had
>> > > > > > a doll of any kind at all
>> > > > > > but i wasn’t missing anything
>> > > > > > i never wanted one...
>> > > > > > to me they didn’t seem
>> > > > > > like they would be all that much fun
>> > > > > > i had a few books
>> > > > > > and some records
>> > > > > > which i somehow collected,
>> > > > > > and my birds, and my fishes
>> > > > > > and a few little wishes...
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > and now
>> > > > > > i don’t have a baby, either
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > my dog is dead
>> > > > > > i live alone
>> > > > > > feed myself
>> > > > > > and wipe my own ass...
>> > > > > > at least for now
>> > > > > > as best i can
>> > > > > > yeah, it’s a real gas
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > yes, i don’t have
>> > > > > > my very own baby,
>> > > > > > perhaps that was even
>> > > > > > a good thing...maybe
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > my cousin got hit by a car
>> > > > > > two cousins, in fact
>> > > > > > in two separate accidents
>> > > > > > yet both were still hit
>> > > > > > one of them lived
>> > > > > > the other one died
>> > > > > > i even had a cousin
>> > > > > > who committed suicide
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > i never played with a dolly
>> > > > > > what kind of plan is this
>> > > > > > when judas betrayed jesus
>> > > > > > he did so with a kiss
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > so i just have to stop and wonder,
>> > > > > > all about me,
>> > > > > > how things might have turned out
>> > > > > > differently,
>> > > > > > if i had had a doll
>> > > > > > who poops and pees?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > maybe i would have been more prepared
>> > > > > > and more willing to play along
>> > > > > > where the goal of the brain is reproduction,
>> > > > > > in this planet’s never-ending song
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > then again, maybe not
>> > > > > > it’s probably all just a crock
>> > > > > > ask hitler what he thought
>> > > > > > when he looked around, too
>> > > > > > and asked himself, what am i to do
>> > > > > > with all of these jews?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > i guess i, myself,
>> > > > > > just don’t see...
>> > > > > > the point of it all,
>> > > > > > this point to be...
>> > > > > > where everyone plays along
>> > > > > > and is all but the same
>> > > > > > making more and more babies
>> > > > > > human links in a chain
>> > > > > > never stopping to ask
>> > > > > > who designed this whole game
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > maybe i’m on the outside
>> > > > > > of whatever side they’re all on…
>> > > > > > where every day is a struggle
>> > > > > > and my troubles weigh a ton
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > what do little girls do
>> > > > > > with their babies
>> > > > > > when they grow up?
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > Jolene
>> > > > > I enjoyed this in stretches, I was appropriately disturbed in most of the right places.
>> > > > >
>> > > > > The duality, yin and yang, and life unkind almost random.
>> > > > >
>> > > > > Reminds me of Carl Sandburg in his longer winded moments, which is a good thing, and, of all things, some other early efforts at written/spoken poetry, 1976-77.
>> > > > >
>> > > > > Thanks for posting, Rachel, as always, thought provoking.
>> > > > May I asked which parts disturbed you, and why? Just curious. (not immediately obvious to me *at_all!*)
>> > > Hello again Rachel, I'll go over the poem point by point soon, when time permits.
>> > jeez wow....you've got me antsy now, i don't think the poem deserves it which makes me think your comments are going to be more insightful than the intention behind the poem itself!!! :)
>> Do you remember Philo's critique of your poem the original thread?
>>
>> A few of my thoughts are derived from his observations.
>>
>> The disturbing elements come from the simple acceptance of the duality of life and the multiverse.
>>
>> Could be I've been watching too many Marvel Comics films.
>>
>> 🙂

On Thursday, July 6, 2023 at 6:22:00 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 8:52:45 AM UTC-7, Family Guy wrote:
> > On Wednesday, July 5, 2023 at 12:25:17 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > I was disturbed
> >
> > "We know," you are and should be...Rachel is disturbed in many, many ways.
> They all laughed at Noah, too.

Philistines I think they were.

Very Highway 61 Revisited times those were.