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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Thought you wanted. Thought you wanted.
I thought you wanted to save me.
Now you got it. What you wanted.
Now you're driving me crazy.
You don't know me. Never met me.
But I know that you'll like me.
Now I'm comin'. Now I'm comin'.
I hope that you like me.
Gonna come undone (got your address)
Got to keep me from (where you live)
Like a lost street bum (got your number)
They call me ... they call me ...
STALKER
Thought you wanted. What you wanted.
I thought you wanted to save me.
What you wanted. Now you got it.
Now you drive me insane yeah.
You don't know me. Never met me.
But I know that you'll like me.
Now I'm coming to your party.
But you didn't invite me.
Gonna come undone (got your address)
off the internet (where you live)
like a lost street bum (got your number)
They call me... they call me...
STALKER

Comments:
What the hell is this supposed to mean? Who would be stalking you? you are so full of yourself to think of yourself as that important...And frankly, I don't know why someone keeps wasting their time writing you poetry and shit. If I was them, I would find someone better to waste my time on. You are a filthy slut.
 
If posting a bit of doggerel
totals up to stalking,
then it surely is a felony
to perpetrate jaywalking.
Or perhaps you refer to your
anonymous detractor --
I think he just has his head
up his own butt crack'r.
As for me, I don't care
who you like or not.
I just stumbled on this blog,
and it amused me for a spot.
But now I must going,
and I think it safe to say
that life is but a comedy,
so have an okay day.
 
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Hmmm...I am confused. I am wondering why, if you truly did just "stumble" onto this blog, these posts are coming from a computer owned by someone I know. Yes, you forget, I was seeing a web-designer. And though he was a drug addict, he did teach me a thing or two about IP addresses.
 
I cannot forget what I did not know,
but all that being said,
I think you bluff for reasons
of some nonexistent dread.
I pose for you no danger,
nor wish you any harm,
nor do I want your friendship--
there's no cause for alarm.
And keep in mind I never spake
a disrespectful tidbit,
except on your being fickle
on where you want to live at.
On that, I beg forgiveness,
I just could not resist.
But since my verse disturbs you,
I respectfully desist.
If posting equals stalking, though,
I must be quite a criminal,
since I post in many b-logs,
both overtly and subliminal.
 
It is no bluff, of course...you know that. The people at Blogspot were very helpful.
I didn't call you a stalker...what you have to understand is with so many people posting as anonymous, it is easy to get confused. I just don't understand why, if you claim to not even know me, you spend so much time reading and posting on this assanine blog.
 
Now look what you've gone and done -- you've outstripped my ability to
hold this conversation all in verse. You win, damnit!

Regarding the kind folks at Blogspot, then all you've found out is
that I always post from my cable modem.

The reason I read your blog is no more sinister than the reason that I
read dozens of other blogs. You make it public -- you don't want
people to read it? I could explain to you my precise reasoning for
adding yours to my list, but I don't think you'd be interested. Each
particular blog does not take much time. Nor do I think your blog is
assinine. It's not going to win any awards, but then again, I don't
suspect mine will either.

Regarding why I ultimately posted to your journal, rather than just
lurking--I decided on a whimsy to be a tiny bit of a wise alec in
verse. After that, I got caught up with the idea of holding one end
of a conversation all in verse. Why? That kind of silly game just
amuses me. You might as well ask me why I can spend all my free time
for a week arguing some unimportant issue in a politics forum. Other
than my initial wisecrack, were you offended by anything I said? I
wasn't trying to frighten you -- I was just being goofy. You should
have never mentioned pirates.

You have nothing to fear from this pyscho, but what's up with that
other one? He seems nuts.
 
Wow, don't take this so seriously. I am not frightened, nor offended in anyway. It would take a lot to do that...in fact, I don't think that either of those is even possible. As far as pirates, I should mention that, considering that I (as well as many of my friends are pirates). Ahoy, matey!! Sorry that I flustered you and caused you to fall so far out of verse...
 
In that case I "fare thee well"
with bows elegant and fruity,
and hope you all get your share
of your favorite type of booty.
 
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