too_damn_long Effingham Fish Why can't I blather single words? 011203 ... Tiffa I was just thinking to myself that blatyher has gotten to the point where people stop adding onto pages that are only one word. Try tears, or cry, or hate, or love...no one does that anymore, and I cant take the time to type in all the little underscores to see what people have said. I miss the old times...*sigh* Life sucks. 011203 ... Norm Is this supposed to be an insult? 011203 ... Tiffa An insult, no probably more of a pitiful comment. I just wish people wouldn't get so complicated. *shrugs* I can't change that. 020517 ... ephemeralarcs the underscore undermined the project or perhaps... it added to it. Everyone claiming their own digital space to not blend into the crowd. 210923 ... dafremen There have been so many wonderful things sprung of the underscored phrase that this blathe itself smacks of an early gathering of book burners. blather_maze is the most obvious example. Multipart blathes are another. Even setting that aside (for no apparent reason), I'd still wonder when we'll get around to blathing the single words that HAVEN'T been blathed at all..ever? Does anyone care about the forlorn neglected little words? I wonder how many single words the author still blathes under. Do they blathe at all? And are the number of words in the English language a sufficiently open space for the human mind and the spirit it attempts to express? Do underscores, in effect, extinguish the limits that single words would inevitably shove in our faces once we ran out of single words? Finally..this blathe itself wouldn't have packed quite the ironic punch it does with a title like: long. 210924 ... daf Too Damned Long For too damned long what was a meeting of the minds has been a clash on the fields of love and lies and in between we lick our wounds and wonder who might help us through this strife this empty, distant life this call to stare at walls and swipe our hands to build some ideal longing so that we can feed the man put money in his hand help him rape and rob the land take our dreams and mark them up like a carrot on a rope like a call to drop the soap and get our kids to do the same its a shame the emptiness we fill is buried at the dump heaps of garbage fill it up like our lives in metaphor. For too damned long the babies cried from dusk 'til dawn most of their lives I cried there too for them, for you for us all for the lost potential the stunning fall from grander things bigger dreams my tears and yours a common stream whose spring feeds mounds of garbage mounds of money mounds of misery milk and honey cocoa krispies for the babies fat and sickly sacks of lazy eat some more dear soothe your cravings everybody loves their baby. For too damned long we've sought for inspiration in empty places for something better than our nature a malevolence took our innocence now the cocoon's twice as tough and the struggle to be us fights the passing of the sun the journey into dust our date with pointlessness for seeking mankind's approval a tepid prize 30 silver pieces to divert our our eyes from finding their calling or finally belonging from seeing our maker's the wonders of nature that the life we've been living has blurried our vision until the witness isn't reliable anymore and tears of rage or melancholy can't improve a thing there's a reason your cat wants to go outside, lady the spirit hasn't forgotten our duty remains neglected ignored spat on for too damned long. 210925 what's it to you? who go blather from