Good Lord, you must have been really insane when you wrote that to the company that had been feeding you for years. Poor Christopher S who had to read it.

I think it's still better to be an ant in the colony than to live in cold and hunger outside it.

GL with overcoming your mental issues!

thanks ****. i'm still certified insane and stand by my words. f amaya

it has very little to do with pokerstars.. if you can extrapolate and see through the mirage

i agree. integrals and so forth

As far as I understand, you're so much against the corporate greed in general that you no longer wish to collaborate with any company, but berating them doesn't help your case at all. Keep freelancing but remain in neutral (at least on the surface) relationships with your corporate enemies. Revenge is a dish served cold, you know.

Look at how politely Stars staff were responding to you, they were able to maintain the posture (even though they did feel insulted) but you didn't.

Being polite helps even if those who you're conversing with know that you're at war with them. That's because they get less immediate negative emotions and hence don't overreact.

thanks for the words. I'm a wolf not an ant. Corporate/media/monetisation of business entities will come later.... I plan on building with friends when the time is ready

Loaded thoughts form the tapestries of mind
Preloaded thoughts from the presbytery; mind
prehensile but non territorial climbs
got time to grind
grind

n-e-e-k-s-t-r-e-e-t

These forms turn on me
intern
learn on me
the beginning beget getting
the net capturing like fishermen
igloo ice hole
gold fish in apparel
american apparel

fountain pen as the fountain pen dawns upon us
respect the fountain pen. As we respect the fountains youth

ink left in the wish - you well - you well penny drop wish
keys to hell

moorish desires as fires take leave
and as the leaves rustle we sea through the roots and into the trees

rhizome entitled speak
free and easily
the wolf pack alpha
greasily chopsnapping at loose leaf undertow

as the betas follow oak wand hollow
the park is a maze
and amazed are the gods
in their arc they are lost
lost in packs of two

cloudbusting downward looking duos ponder on precipitation
then twist the rusty wheel as liquid laughs and drenches all

the birth of rivers in the misty mountains
foggy doors the keys on the moors downright and trodden
left alone

at sunrise piercing white heat scars the iris
the glaring boy smiles as he is blinded
in one eye
the other is blue
hints and shades of red
a cataract-al contract - binding no reaction
to the obligation of contraction

the planes are broken by a solitary tree
in whose boughs rest a slumbering goddess

The sand washes away the tears of those dismayed
disappearing into a fog of dilapidated conciousness

Dream time now. Wallowing in the never never.

Sidewinders play as dunes roll endless

'god' is a word into the reflective source of concious experience, or the unknown, the ether

If I'm banned from these forums for expressing my views i request my entire account persona and post history be deleted along with it

You need to realise that these forums wouldn't thrive if they weren't paid for ads.

He who pays the piper calls the tune, but it doesn't affect you (or any other smart poster here) because you're immune to ads.

Keep calm and carry on. Please don't ban yourself, it's counterproductive to be opposed radically to things that you can't change anyway. Focus on things that you can gradually change. 2+2 advertisers are more open to small improvements via constructive dialogue than it seems to you.

Among recent examples, the issue with the xx:45 lag in MTTs would have been resolved much slower if not for the interaction between software developers and 2+2 posters who provided log files.

that's all cool and gravy mr coon74 (I agree with what your saying completely)

but what you think bout my poems? do they go over your head? you seem to be more interested in the demented aspect of my views on corporations (which i agree do still perhaps need addressing)

second side of this written

will save it from public because it's dope AF

first song of four - EP dropping whenever it's ready

we decided to put it out there because why not

just gotta build the beats etc.then i'm coming at this baby hard


it's tiredsome to write **** that's heavy; any feedback or interpretations of any sort, critical or etc. are more than welcome

SKIT

Secretly the sisters whispered from ear to ear- blackness kills the depth of the Ocean of their atomic stare. Crystallizing their emotions flock forth as the crows observe from afar - the water is transparent, and the sisters sea-through as the weaving yarns stitch together their frightened clothes. The yachts of pillars of sinking boats freezing the blizzard of sick glaciers. The sunshine melts the ice. And the thin, empty girls emerge, drinking white pinot. They are vapid. As perpendicular plates appear their circumference founded in logic. Dished upon them meat is blood; shark skinned pools from the funnel of a blow-hole.

SKIT

Revenge is a grey dish best served cold. On an opal platter; a shrine on which lies grapes and wine. The table is full. The alarm bells ring. As sycamores weep. They are sliced and grated by winters blight. The roses blossom as they tread silently up the staircases. Ceramic rooftops entrap their paths. Above them the stars are blinking; winking - a boy falling through fate, covered by his mothers arms, dreaming of sound and pebbles, as he is wrapped in his blanket. Prehensibly he is awoken - and reality emerges.

SPIT SKIT

Lip gloss surrounds the eye as the greasy watered down gel sticks like snakes to her hair. There is no ferocity here. The knee caps glow for they are rays of a walking stick. The body is a lamp. Pigs roast around the spit as waves of pulsating meat fork out into the surround. The birds circle. A feather drifts down the lane, as the drones of cars queue for their meal. Lightning strikes the butchers axe as the raccoons retrieve the discarded pig sections.

Hypnotised by your yellow-green eyes. Girl - you got me caught in a fire. You cast your flames upon my devils wand and play catch with the dogs on mountain tops of seaside stops;- down by the beaches

Antlers locking by their horns

Sheep flocking; mimicking

sparkling silver quivers form the arrows that pierce the heart of the abyss

and leaves the trees in a twist; routes digging deep yet not ready to meet, intertwined within the earth

the arrow is shot from the leather belt

it strikes through the shadows

and through the nests it melts icebergs

as the bows that were formed break through

we know because we shot the gun

all a laugh; all for fun

fire flickers fiercely toying with the angels

as the devils play with the wand of the dusks

different ranges and pitches

as the band sits in the darkness busking for a penny

the blackness switches on and off as thunderbolts take flight

many a birds circle on bye

oak and wine

bye bye my dear

bye bye

The sparks of ignition that lit up their brains,

As the Eagles swooped and circled the vultures

Differing tribes; differing cultures . . .

Universe Cities humming in the dark,
The great light that ignited the spark,
As time expanded and space grew fast,
The sails of time put up their masts,
And sailed forth into the worlds unknown,
as the mysteries mazes puzzled, the gods they moaned,
Creatures born on a blue green planet,
Schools of fish, Whales singing as a blown clarinet,
Sharks circling with scars on their flesh,
the moving fish swerving quick to avoid death,
as tentacles of intelligence exist on the Octopus,
that man can merely scribe down in his pocketbooks

domestication of wolves they turned to dogs

as tadpoles swim in ponds, and in summer turn to frogs

so here we are today in this vast concrete land

let's sing? by the shores... as we dance by the sand. .

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Some fed the wolves and they protected the pack

And slowly evolved; walking with a straight spine on their back

Grew upwards they walked, two feet on the ground

As their ears grew too, detecting unfamiliar sound

Cave paintings on walls of what they did saw

As they played with plants and formed remedies; nature's cure

Then the Neanderthals danced around a great fire

As forwarding through evolution we got to mechanics and the tyre

Hey, thanks for sharing your work.

Thanks for the appreciation. Just out of curiosity what do you sea through my head. .. my work

Question is open to all, it is genuinely humbling to have people reading and commenting on my work

I guess the question is directed more at me...So I try to answer....not in poetic tones...but to help you understand

stupid sam always trying to teach people (~inner voice)

google translate and etc quantum physics you ride against the tide and get trampled on at night...by wiser forces thaan yourselves

this is the direction of reality;of evolution. It's all happened in parallatieverses (made up word depicting infinite thought with chaotic disorder)

entropies and enthalpy is existential bull****,in the truest humblest sense of the word. just logic gates put over the top of a path way

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3Lc0ct5-2E

Before you were temp-banned you PMed me to ask how not to have your posts deleted.

Unfortunately, I didn't see your PM until after you were temp-banned.

I won't advise on the content of your posts, but if you link to your FB or other sites you have, it is regarded as "spam", and you are likely to be banned, temporarily or permanently. If you want to write something, simply write (or copy) it here, so that those who want to read what you write can read it here.

Also, while you are temp-banned, do not be tempted to open another account and post with it. If you do, you are highly likely to be banned permanently.