Well

Chip McFlennigan
Chip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
edited May 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
This is goodbye to my friends on the PPMA forum.

Thank you all, for everything.

Life has dealt some strange blows and, I am afraid I must be going away. I'm taking most of my words with me.

I wish you all the best, and I thank you all for your inspiration!

With love,
Chip McAmerica
I knew it all along, see?
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Good-bye and good luck Johnny. :eh:
    We'll miss your words!
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    that aint worth a fuck! what the hell could possibly force you into leaving? this doesn't make much sense to me but that's ok. things don't need to add up for me, only you as it is your life.

    i enjoy your unique style of writing. you helped me grow as a writer, what with all your unusual go at it all in a chaotic manner, helped show me the more ridiculous the poem, the better i felt

    same with finsburyparkcarrots...where the fuck is that dude? another genius talent gone and missed. piss me off. fuck it...i'm leaving too.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • mysticweed
    mysticweed Posts: 3,710
    :cry:
    you do carry some incredible words, johnny america
    i mean chip mc
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    DinghyDog wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    fuck it...i'm leaving too.

    I hope this was just heat of the moment stuff.

    Man, I spent about 4 years away from this forum, now I'm back and all my favourites are leaving.
    yeah man im stayin. i was just screwin around. i enjoy this place.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • vogonpoetbythelake
    vogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    Where are you,
    peeling back the layers of existence
    querying the husk
    that gives answers in silence
    that cannot be heard
    so much as found
    in ripples and dimples of time.
    I do not amd may not ever know you and I miss you already.
  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
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  • penncee
    penncee Posts: 16
    I look back at my replies to you and they are the few good poems I have ever written: the result of being in dialogue with the poems you have written.

    Thank you for your postings—they have pushed me forward.
    I will miss your vision and the comfort of knowing you are out there sharing who you are.
    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
    In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    All your poems .....gone

    Why'd ya do it Johnny,
    why?
  • penncee
    penncee Posts: 16
    Did you quit because all the postings to your favourite poems were predictable poachings from recent literary magazines and university curriculums?
    Why go?
    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
    In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

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