My dearest deepest darling friends in Poetry

please forgive the appallingly unattractive language in the outburst which
appeared above and which was written as part of Bob's therapy for healing
heaven, which he is currently under obligation to conduct due to the
conditions of his anti-social barring order.

Bob illegally entered the site using my password in his bid to make me
appear foolish, and for this trangression, has been denied visiting rights
to the dungeon in which many of our shows happen with Annie Sprinkle and her
collective of ex-porn stars seeking to whip God into the audience members
who attend the sell out recitals of Concrete Bob and i have been mixing now
for, it must be seven years now Bob, is that right?

Bob was just being silly, so please do not hold it against him, as we all
kno0w Facebook is very useful and not rubbish, that social networking sites
are ideal dumping sites for the Concrete Bob has been banging on about
since, what was that Bob, sorry, sorry Bob..look Bob, we do not want to hear
ab out it, please stop making it up your not going to be the failure, that's
my job you sad git, yr a success Bob, that is why i love you for being you
Bob and not gee, so just calm down please i am trying to speak to your fans..

I have joined face-book but under a psuedonym, as i didn't fancy anyone
coming on to me, as after i got myspace and spent a few days absorbed by
that, uploaded a few recordings and what not, i felt that some natural end
of the online chase had occured. and then when F book appeared and everyone
raved about it, insitinctively thought, they've all gone bonkers, and
playing a game with myself, being a failure-as-success kinda div, like
bernie explains, and bernie is the top geezer in langpo innit? so, fail to
succeed, embrace it, reach Kavanagh's final simplicity of uncaring if we
appear foolish, just like arty types are supposed to do, be open to idiots
online gurning type of carry on..


...so i stayed away, but one of my sisters joined and told me all about it,
that there was a lot of photo sharing and not much chat, and when i went in
under the radar with an old e mail, straight away, some sad successful git,
had zinged an offer to be a mate, and trawling through the lists of people,
thought it was myspace, lots of pretend friends and really, myspace has it
all anyway now, vids, pics, text, Face book i thought, why bother, but only
bvecause i have 202 freinds on myspace, which is 15 more than an hour ago,
as a by product of Bob's attempt to paint me as a talentless unwell mind,
was that 11 of Annie Sprinkles fans, came and asked to be my friend, and i
am currently reviewing their applications, carefully considering how i will
progress with these very important decisions.

...i never reject anyone, just don't click, ignore it and eventually, they
disappear due to Tom at myspace, who was my first real friend there, and he
has 10 million, and has been very very good to not only myself as a friend,
but to his close circle of 10 million, which is marvelous of course, as Bob
and i are thinking of getting divorced, going our seperate ways as one
hugely success and the biggest failure going, and to be honest, i mean, come
on Bob, are you trying to tell me that i am not communicating with your
fans, that somehow you are a failure and me the success...F off B, bo the
slow cow and teach that incantationary team of bone knowers s/he aint the G,
your not the F bob, i'm effin failing, not you, and anyway

Network no more Bob, because you and me are over see, and when i tell Alan
of this, all is, god forgive me reader/s, for i have binned off imitating
for a living and am now taking over Bob's spirit and appropriating it for
the purpose of failure, failure to speak restrained, to rant, dump, be arty
if i want..

gra agus siochain

deasmhuman