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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
262 comments:
1 – 200 of 262 Newer› Newest»Morning, morning, morning!!!!
I've had no sleep, but WTF :)
Hi,
I'm sorry that you had no sleep especially if you wanted to sleep and who doesn't want to sleep? Ya know. Maybe you'll sleep better tonight.
It's the moon, I tell ya! The moon!
I'm a rooster illusion.
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
For old time sake :)
Morning! ^_^
I like the moon. Don't wanna sleep, especially if it's a full moon. Too pretty.
Who needs sleep anyway?
“You are the music while the music lasts.”
Hi RW! How are ya?
I agree. Sleep is very much overrated, but unfortunately I need some of it to function a little more abnormally than I already am.
What? Yeah, I don't know.
I believe I have hit that abnormally functioning state at the moment :).
Must be all the endorphins coursing through my veins.
...and my brain.
Endorphins, FTW!
Almost as cool as dolphins.
^_^
The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform
Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome. That's what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will...
Dancing's just a conversation between two people. Talk to me.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
Time for work, grrrrr!
The Killers are burning holes in my soul today! Niiiiiice!
Anyways....
Have a great Tuesday!
It's almost a shame to smoke it. It's like killing a unicorn...with, like, a bomb.
Bwahahaha! I had to. I saw the unicorn part and I had to.
Have a great day all! ^_^
morning porchies!!
have a good one!
You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.
I'll bet he bought those for you. I bet those were a Christmas gift. You know what I got for Christmas? Oh, it was a banner fucking year at the old Bender family. I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said, "Hey, smoke up Johnny." Alright? So go home and cry to your Daddy. Don't cry here, okay?
Oh nice! The Breakfast Club!
Anybody know who Jim Carroll is?
I'll give a special S&M smoochie to whoever knows!
It's not as dirty as it sounds, I promise. O_o
Yeah, you can do it. Point and shoot the damn thing. No, bud, you're jerking it. You're all like this. You gotta hold it soft, like your pecker. OK?
The 40yr old virgin?
Nope. :)
Basket Ball diaries!
SMOOOOCHIEE!
Yep!
One of my favoritist movies of all time. ^_^
I loved it to! Now i will have to go rent it and watch it again ♥
Hahaha! I have an old VHS copy that I've watched a gazillion times. I need to buy it on DVD though.
I have to go to work, and i will be back to play some more when i get home.Have a good day!
I gotta work, too. BOOOO!!! Nobody should have to work on Tropic Thunder Tuesday! >_<
See you guys later on today!
Have a good one!
Mother! Oh God, mother! Blood! Blood!
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
She's got an awfully large chest to be goin' to church.
Shannon, all chests are equal in the eyes of the Lord.
I got mind control over Deebo. He be like "shut the f**k up." I be quiet. But when he leave, I be talking again.
Okay, you guys can go around if you want. I'm crossing here. And while you guys are dragging your candy asses half way across the state and back, I'll be waiting on the other side, relaxing with my thoughts.
Want to hear something sad? I use an ergonomic keyboard to keep my repetitive stress injury in check. Just the fact that I repeat something enough that it causes me stress is fucking sad.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain
Since God created man, and man created the Transformers, the Transformers are like a gift from God, Randal!
No sir. They are not a gift from God. They are an unholy curse from the beast we call the Desolate One.
You'll have to excuse him, he's not "down" with the trilogy.
Good morning and WELCOME HOME FIMBLE STAR! Manchester is a lucky place to have you call it home. ^_^
Hi everyone! Today is going to be great, I can feel it! :D Somebody already quoted my favorite character from my favorite movie (Verbal Kint from The Usual Suspects) so I know this is going to be fun. :)
The Wastelands Anon, I saw you! And you quoted the lines before my almost-favorite ones. ^_^ Let me see if I can continue from memory.
When lovely woman stoops to folly
And paces around her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with automatic hand
And puts another record on the grammophone.
I'm pretty sure that's right. That entire poem is loaded with gems. Pieces of it come to me all during the day. "Fear death by water...." "...picked his bones in whispers..." "I had not known that death had undone so many..."
'Marie, Marie, hold on tight!'
And down we went.
"They called you the Hyacinth Girl..."
Oh man, I could go on for days. :)
I have to go make breakfast, clean and feed my birds, and then go out for a bit today. I will be on more later.
Have a great day, you guys! ^_^
Mustard and Lucy Bean, where the beef are you two? O_o
Okay guys, I'm off. Catch up with you later! :)
I can't wait to post some poems and dissertations. I'm feeling my literature roots really hard today. ^_^
Oh, one more thing! "I will show you fear in a handful of dust" is another of my favorite lines. Stephen King used it a few times in The Dark Tower, one of my favorite series.
Along with a Browning quote:
My first thought was: he lied in every word.
My mind is a-whirrin'!
I'm a connoisseur of roads. I've been tasting roads my whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world.
When I turn twenty-one, I don't want any more of this life. My mother and father will be surprised at the incredible change. It will impress them more when such a fuck-up like me turns good than if I had been a good son all along. All the past years I will think of as one big vacation. At least it wasn't as boring as schoolwork. All my bad behavior I'm going to throw away to pay my debt. I will change when everybody expects it the least.
Well, if you'll pardon my saying so, I guess it is interesting, the many ways you and I overlap and whatnot. You begin with our Daddies. Your daddy was a pastor of the New Hope Baptist Church; my daddy was a pastor of a church at Excelsior Springs. Um. You're the youngest of the three James boys; I'm the youngest of the five Ford boys. Between Charley and me, is another brother, Wilbur here, with six letters in his name; between Frank and you was a brother, Robert, also with six letters. Robert is my Christian name. You have blue eyes; I have blue eyes. You're five feet eight inches tall. I'm five feet eight inches tall. Oh me, I must've had a list as long as your nightshirt when I was twelve, but I've lost some curiosities over the years.
[stares at Bob for a long time, smiles]
Ain't he something?
Always the same red paper, the same beautiful black writing. She's probably a lot like me, a legend in her own mind. Hehehehe. But you know what, I bet in real life she's probably not that wild. I bet she's kind of shy like so many of us briskly walking the halls, pretending to be late for some class, pretending to be distracted. Hey, poetry lady, are you really this cool? Are you out there? Are you listening?
All my life, I was my own person. The choices I made, I made of my own free will. I was never held in thrall by anyone or anything.... Bow to others in reverence and respect, but never in slavery!
So am I. You can’t let a little thing like that stop you.
Your people are frivolous and heedless. These are dark days. Life is serious business and should be taken seriously. We do not have the luxury for joy and merriment.
But if there's no joy and merriment, then of course the days will be dark. What else do you expect?
Hi everyone! I just came home. My application is mailed out and I stopped at the pet store to talk with the cute guy. ^_^
So, where is everyone?
I THOUGHT WE WERE A UNIT!
*waits*
Stop stealing my song titles Gerard.
I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.
And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
You don't even know him.
Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!
Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.
Freedom, baby... is never having to say you're sorry.
I swear your head is bigger than us all getting bigger
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
You're more turned on than anyone could be
By your self
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
O_O
Give me a pound. Lock it down. Break the pickle. Tickle, Tickle!
Oh! Hot damn! I was 69!
^_^
See in a little bit, Jules!
“It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.”
Catch ya later Princess!
Hey, Bert! I dedicated that song to the douche who is my ex boss. ^_^
And again:
I THOUGHT WE WERE A UNIT!
*waits*
I dedicated it to Gerard Way. ^_~
I love you Sissy!
I know you did, my friend. And apparently along with many other tunes. ;D
Oh! Oh! Urban Cowboy!
^_^
Okay, really gone now!
"Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted."
Do, or do not. There is no 'try'.
They're heeeere.
Einstein and Yoda, nice! ^_^
Okay, I gotta bail for a bit. Have fun! Be back later! :)
Kapunua doesn't stop. The porch was never a secret. If they wanted to go there they would have. Beg for more attention though cos it's funny.
October 14, 2008 1:19 PM
Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?
Not the time to lose one's head.
That's not the way to get ahead in life.
It's a shame he wasn't more headstrong.
He'll never be the head of a major corporation
OMG.
Anti-cockwise.
Jules FTW! ^_^
Bwahahaha!
These lessons suck. I quit. This is not being a detective -- corpses floating in lakes, people kissing... people. This is wrong! This is every shade of wrong!!
Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship.
Anti-cockwise! O_O WTF is wrong with me?
HARRY LOCKHART. I was just, just, just going to quote that exact same line. Only I was going to use it in regards to a dream I had last night which was so madly messed up that it really was every shade of wrong. O_O
...A picture of me?
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.
I am your number one fan. There is nothing to worry about. You are going to be just fine. I am your number one fan.
kind of sounds like that anon over at mayos! LOL! O_O
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
There's something wrong with this yogurt.
It's mayonnaise.
Oh.
I have to tell you guys about my crazy dream. Gerard Way was in it.
So it's Thanksgiving for for some reason I'm working a job as a caterer, only it's at this place that's an exact replica of my parents' dining room and their old kitchen before they remodeled it. It looks like it, but it's not, because it's got a separate kitchen in the back with all kinds of high tech stuff for cooking. Anyway, so I'm setting the table and I have all this crystal glassware and all these fancy plates and stuff, and a big centerpiece in the middle and everything looks all nice, but I'm the only one there.
So, there's this television on and the Mets are playing in the World Series. (Man, you know that is a dream.) It's Game Two and they have just won both games, so I get all happy and I start doing back walkovers and all of this celebratory gymnastic stuff all by myself.
Then, Gerard Way comes in as I'm in mid-back walkover. He's Old Gerard, from when he seemed nice, not Mean Gerard as he is now. Or at least that's how he looks, but he's still acting all arrogant. Anyway, he comes in and he's got something in the palm of his hand. I get up and he goes over to me and he says, "I need you to save something for me."
I look at what he's got in his palm, AND IT'S A FETUS ABOUT THE SIZE OF HALF MY FINGERNAIL. It's all red and nasty and I'm like, "You're kidding me. This is a miscarrried fetus and you're carrying it around on thanksgiving. What's up with that?" Except I'm not as horrified as I should be.
He goes, "It's not dead yet, but it will be if it gets cold."
Then he explains that he needs to put it somewhere warm, so if I put all the food on the table, then the heat from the food right out of the oven will keep it warm. He wants to keep it on the dining room table and I'm like, "Dude, people are going to be here. They're not going to want to eat cranberry sauce with a fetus hanging around on the table."
He gets all huffy and he's like, "Then it's going to die!"
So I relent and I tell him that it can stay there until people arrive, but it has to stay on a napkin, and once people show up, he has to take it somewhere else. It's so small and it has no bones, so I have to scoop it up with my fingernails so that I don't hurt it. Then Gerard goes, "I have its favorite toy to help keep it warm," and he brings in this huge Great Dane with a big red dog bed, and he throws everything onto the table and he sticks the fetus under some red and black blankets with the dog.
I'm thinking, 'There's no way people can have a feast here, not with this going on. It's gross and dirty and this is every shade of wrong.' Also, I realize that his pet dog is going to roll over and crush this fetus thing so I tell him, "Look, I've got a really warm lightbulb and I'm going to put your fetus thingie under it to keep it warm."
He's like, "Sure, whatever."
I pick the fetus up and I realize that it's dead. The dog had accidentally scratched it and killed it. It's all white and not moving. I don't exactly know how to tell him this though, because I feel like he'll be really upset and something bad will happen if I tell him. So I feel really sad about this, but I move the little dead thingie over to the lamp anyway.
I look back at him--the dog and all its stuff is gone--and he's all starting to get undressed and everything and I'm like, "WTF ARE YOU DOING?!" and he's like, "I'm gonna get on the table" and I tell him, "BUT I'M NOT A DOCTOR YET! AND IT'S THANKSGIVING!"
Oh my gosh, it was the weirdest, most disturbing dream.
My old girlfriend from Oklahoma was gonna fly out for the dance but she couldn't cause she's doing some modeling right now.
Omg! What did you eat before you went to bed? Was it his fetus? I love when i dream in such detail, but sometimes it makes me feel kind of weird all day. I think that sounds more like a nightmare. LOL!
Oh wait i just read what i wrote. I didn't mean (did you eat his fetus) LOL!
It did make me feel really weird. Yeah, it was his but I honestly couldn't tell you how he got it. O_o
I did eat about half a carton of acai ice and chocolate chips. :)
Jules,
That is the most effed up dream I have ever heard of or read or whatever. EFFED UP. O_o
I think the part that scared me most is when he started to undress! Ha Ha!
LMFAO! I didn't even notice that!
It really was, it was totally effed up. It was, like I said, every shade of wrong.
Maybe he was carrying Lynz baby. O_O
I want ten chocolate chip cookies. Medium chips. None too close to the outside.
Can't you just eat ice cream out of a bowl, like everyone else?
OMG i better shut up! Teenies eveywhere will say that gerard is pregnant!
Me, I keep healthy. I take 7 showers a day to keep clean, also because I'm so vulgarly referred to as "outdoors-y." Well, I'm not "outdoors-y," I'm athletic. I sweat! There it is, now we both know the sordid truth: I sweat, and you're deaf. Aren't we a fine pair of misfits?
NOOOO, Mpreg, DNW to the Nth degree!
Sometimes i will dream that my husband is kissing someone else and i swear...i stay mad at him all day! Poor man dont even know what he did! LOL!
But you saved me. As difficult and frustrating as it's been sometimes, your God-damned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You kept me honest. You made me a whole person. I owe you everything, and you owe me nothing. I don't know if I want to do this alone. I don't even know if I can.
Mulder, whoop whoop! ^_^
Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for.
Gotta run ladies! Loved the dream. Stay positive and fun!♥
Later, nice anon! ^_^
When 900 years old, you reach… Look as good, you will not.
I think the dead are speaking to us, Mulder, demanding justice. Maybe that man was right. Maybe we bury the dead alive.
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
"Od' und leer das Meer."
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.
The Hanged Man!
I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
:)
My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
^_^
After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start".
I made no comment. What should I resent?
On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.'
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest
burning
Anon, which is your best part of The Wasteland? Why do you like the parts you like?
hi guys!
Hi FASC!
I find my voice through his words.
hi K!!
you doing Ok?
been bizzy here!
That is such a huge part of poetry for me, too. Sometimes it's like the writer cut a piece out of you, made it beautiful, and put it back in. You know?
I'm good, FASC, we're chilling and stuff over here. How about you?
all good K!
just popping into mayo's.
i liked the trainspotting quote!!
I liked it, too! I never saw that whole movie. The bits I did see freaked me out. O_O
A nice anon quoted me at Mayo's!
*waves*
trainspotting is up there in my top 2 K!! fucking great! i know it's cos i am british maybe??! when you get such a fab british film you just have to embrace it with all your heart, buy the box set and watch it a thousand times!!
i know the dialect is tough but you must watch it all the way through.
have you ever watched "lock stock and two smoking barrels"? another very british, or in this case english film. i love it!!
Fim,
Good to hear that you have touched down safe and sound. Welcome home.
Hi All, bye All.
TTFN
It may be predictable, but this is my best part of the whole thing:
D A 400
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed 405
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A 410
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours 415
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded 420
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
The whole of the poem goes through a human experience and beyond and above; it being a wasteland that leaves nothing untouched. It's by far not a happy piece; it's dry, with no rain; it's fear, part mundane and part extraordinary.
But then by the end, the rain does come and in the thunder that comes with it, you hear these truths: that you live for that one moment; that looking for the key confirms your prison; that in the end you respond, happily, and then:
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
You leave the wasteland behind.
It gives me such a chill!
Hiya, GS! Where is Fim? I didn't see her posting anywhere? O_O
FASC: I love British films, but I have seen neither. O_o I did want to see both movies at some time. Trainspotting is hard to watch, though.
In a row?
hey GS!!
i appear to have missed fimmy's comment!!
glad you are safe and sound fimmy! back in olde engerland!
K they are both worth a watch.
I missed it, too, but I am glad she's on the ground and at home. ^_^
*feels warm and tingly*
Breathtakingly beautiful words Kapunua.
Aren't they? I love the whole thing through and through, but it's really the ending that grabs me.
Shantih Shantih Shantih
^_^
*sighs*
Some just don't understand. It's a shame.
It is. And all it takes is a little effort and an open mind. There is such fun, insight and magic in the way words are put together. It's like exploring a cave.
Or as Leonard Cohen said:
"There's a blaze of light in every word."
gotta go K!
have a lovely evening.
seeya porchies!
and where the fuck is mustard?!
Bye, FASC! We don't know where the beef she is. WTF?
Hiya, GS! Where is Fim? I didn't see her posting anywhere?
You said about it at 10.32, you muppet ^_^ I was responding to that.
Take care FASC and Kapunua.
*sighs, flops down*
Intelligent life has moved over here.
Kapu I like Leonard Cohen too. I have heard a few of his songs. I like Hallelujah.
LOL, I did! But I am not sure what time she lands. Just sometime today. :) I hope she's landed already.
S'up, 5:12? leonard Cohen is THE MAN. His Hallelujah is my favorite ever. :D
Can I post what I want here without "interrupting"?
Only if you want to be ignored.
It's not my blog, but I'm going to go on a limb and say "sure." ^_^
I haven't seen anyone here get ignored.... Nope.
You'll like this Kapu.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rf36v0epfmI
It's Leonard Cohen
OH MY GOSH! I'm watching it now. I've never seen this before. O_O
THANK YOU!
I"m glad you like it :)
Favorited! That was incredible! He's the best there is. He's like a god to me, yo.
He's a genius, you know. ^_^
Alex Stahl must be on Mayo's mind.
Yay! I'm home! ^_^
I'm still worried about Mustard and Lucy though. O_O
Where are you two?!!!?!??!!
Hi Guys!
I just got a birthday card from Fimmy and TUA mug in the mail!
It was like "SURPRISE!"
Other ones by him that I love:
Avalanche
Famous Blue Raincoat
Because Of
Because of a few songs
Wherein I spoke of their mystery,
Women have been
Exceptionally kind
to my old age.
They make a secret place
In their busy lives
And they take me there.
They become naked
In their different ways
and they say,
"Look at me, Leonard
Look at me one last time."
Then they bend over the bed
And cover me up
Like a baby that is shivering.
Gerard should take some tips from him. (Not crazy about the video, but hey.)
And Nightingale which I can't find.
Hey gals!
I was just about to shuffle off for a shizzower!
5:29, what makes you say that? O_O
Someday? Someday my dream will come? One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn't happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can't even call that girl. What the fuck are you still doing driving a cab?
Tom Cruise! Yes! ^_^
I'll be back in just a bit. Gotta do some stuffs and help LHM with his homework.
Be back laters!
an old post
Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.
Hi Anon(s), Jules, Smoke, and anyone else I missed!
The poem. :) But why?
I'm lost as a bitty in high weeds as to what you 2 are talking about.
Oh, look! It seems that the poems I wrote back to some anons during past games were to "mock" them. LOL! Gee, I wonder why someone would think that? That's retarded. I was only answering them and there was nothing mean about it.
Thanks, anon trying to defend me. *waves* Hey, but it's a lost cause. :) If they really thought it was true, they would come here and say it to me. But the purpose is to make me look bad in case Mayo or SS should read it. Why? I don't know why. That's the only reason any of that stuff gets posted at Mayo's.
Hey Solly! What ya doing tonight? Did you read my crazy dream?
Oh, LOL! It's Mel over there! Mel used to talk about how she had printed pages and pages of comments. That explains it. ^_^
In fact she said the same line. "I had pages and pages of it!" Oh my gosh, how could I forget.
Guys, I told Mel top come over here if she had something to say to me; I know it would kind of spoil the mood so I hope you don't mind. I doubt she will anyway. This is for Mayo's benefit, her nonsense.
I'm going into the shower, but I'll be back in a bit. :)
Jules,
I read your crazy dream and it made my eyes rain. That is some seriously messed up but funny as fuck stuff.
*runs in*
*Blows kissess to all of you.*
I ♥ you guys, just sayin'.
Have a lovely evening!
*grabs Anima*
*throws her to the ground for a hot make-out session*
*comes up breathless*
I ♥ you too, just sayin.
I wish I knew how to quit you.
ANIMA! Did I miss you? >_<
Kapunua, FTW! I think she got owned! LOL!
I'm so glad you saved that poem. It got quiet in there real fast!
hey Twisted! I've saved most of my poems, and dreams, and jokes. They are all in one file. But I'd never print them out; that's a waste of paper and resources. Mel used to say that all the time though. "I KNOW YOU SAID THIS! I'VE PRINTED PAGES AND PAGES!" back when she first took the name "Mel." Too funny.
Good to read you here. :)
WHOOP WHOOP!
ME?
OH, SNAP!
LUCY BEAN!
I totally didn't mean to do that! :D
How is errbody?
Were you lying in wait there like a little trapdoor spider? ^_^
We're good! We were looking for you! Well, not looking, since it's hard to look around the internet for someone, but we were wondering where you'd got to.
Now, we just have to wonder about Splash.
I bet her jaw fell when you called her out! That is to funny!
Jules, I got your mail. Sending a reply now!
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