Trevor,
ahhahahah, you make me laugh indeed, dear Trevor...me? an authority? and of
what, of whom? of little boys eager to be slammed on the buttocks????
nooooooooooo,
I prefer a cup of coffee to power, no wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Forget this erotic dream you have, you cherish of me....I just state what I
believe being what A LIKE. Nothing more nothing less. What I claim is what
I like. Simple?
Tooooo simple.
Yessss. Well, your erotic dream of me as the dominant female academic
happens to be your own projection, with no truth element in real life. It
is your meta-narrative.
ahhhh
yes, a part from my effective inadequacy, what can you protest about?
Mystery.
.listen, Trevor, give a look to the outfit I have designed for my baroque
woman, Have fun...http://www.transference.f2s.com/neo-baroque.htm
THIS IS MY AUTHORITY. My………… OWN TASTES!
In fact, my hyper-baroque must be interpreted in inverse manner. And my
woman is a nun,………………………..a mystic.
Today, Trevor, the secret of neo-baroque is that it must be interpreted in
inverse manner………..this creates a specific class of baroque and somewhat
diabolic literature which is utterly self-referential. In my view and in my
taste, only.
Yes, self-referential poetry in my view is the best poetry… I …….can think
of (sorry to have such tastes, but ,…here you are,…it is my taste…do you
want to kill me for this?) erminika
joking.....................
yes, self-referential poetry for me is poetry at its highest
thisis my taste
sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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