Seasonal Affect
Three months ahead
It gets deep.
The measure remains
Uncharted
While dirt stains
Underneath, waiting warmth
Will rise again.
Spirits lift eyes
Renewed
To the skies
A blazing rage
Hammers shoulders
Covered in paste.
Saved
In the haste
A death produced
Yellow orange glow.
To waste away
Piled
For another day.
Because I am feeling rather optimistic.
p.s. do not be fooled by imitation spread.
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1 – 200 of 1515 Newer› Newest»Most of us weren't fooled, Mayo.
I get the same way about seasons, you know? You know what this reminds me of?
Underneath, waiting warmth
Will rise again.
"APRIL is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering the earth in forgetful snow,
feeding a little life with dried tubers..."
That one's my favorite poem.
Hi there mayo,
Pleasure to meet you on line for once.
Ahhh, K... blue? lol
I hope you're well Mayonaise. So far I have to say I love this poem better than the others. This one definitely sounds more optimistic. Keep your chin up ans stay positive, if possible.
I knew that imitation spread was not you. That much is obvious.
You interrupted my flow, man, I was posting a story. You were in it. ^_^
Do you mind if I post them here? Do you mind if I write them? BlogBelieve is yours after all, so I want to make sure it's all right if I go on.
Hi Mayo,
Wow, I'm never around when you are!
How are you?
Nice poem, Mayo. Awesome skills.
It's hard to fool some of us, don't worry.
Hi entropy, DG, pickled possum.
Hi BC,K,entropy,PP!
I'm happy that you are feeling more optimistic.
As for the imitation spread...come on we know the real Mayo. He's smooth and ...uh, well never mind
Oh, Mustard calls you "spread," she'll be tickled. ^_^
Hey, did you bail already? The night is young. let me know if me posting that story is problematic for you. If you don't say anything I will take your tacit approval. I'm cheap like that. :)
Of course post away, I welcome any and all creative endeavors.
Elena, lol. How are you? *hugs*
How are you DG? *hugs*
This poem is actually making me smile. Can you believe it? It's full of positive things, if that makes sense.
Mayo,
I'll read this later, is that okay?
It's 5.20 a.m and I've been called in to work...too tired to even try,sweetie!
K, I can't wait to read chapter two. Keep up the great work. Mayonaise, how are you doing on this fine evening?
It sucks that the snail race got cut short :(
Thank you, sweetheart. ^_^
Hope you got some snow today, but not too much.
Oh and by the way it's nice when you tell us how you're feeling. Sometimes your emotions are a bit hard to read.
I'll wait a bit, Mayo. It's pretty long and I don't want to hog the first few comments with my epic nonsense.
Mayonaise!
Glad to hear you're enjoying life, to an extent anyway.
I didn't get to finish my snail race though. Just as well I suppose.
We're having another party soon! Will you come?
-Amyranth and S Car.
Hey DG, LBTF. Sup Everyone!
Nice of you to let her post her epic, awesome story.
Waves hi and bye at BC, DG, Entropy, Kapunua, any family missed, and Mayo.
Sorry to drop and run.
It's the hell hour here.
*Leaves a hug for mayo because you've needed several in the past and I've never caught you before*
Catch you later. Good to see you.
*whispers a reminder*
Remember, orange b's and blue swapped for black, girls.
"I welcome any and all creative endeavors"
Really?
Entropy, thank you! :D I'm glad you like it.
Mayo,
You can be such a sweetheart at times.
Take care pickled possum. Here's a big hug for you *hugs*
Really.
Got something in mind?
Elena said...
"I welcome any and all creative endeavors"
Really?
Oh my god. Mayo, see what you have done? I'll be over here posting the BlogBelieve stories and Elena will be doing Flirting With Death - Wet Dreams May Come. ;D
Elena, you are a dirty bird of the highest order. ^_^
Amy, I wanted to see the snail race to the end as well, but maybe we should reschedule it :)
Bye PP! Thanks for the reminder.
hello Mayo hoping you are well!
I like your poem!
Are we not using logged in names?
Mayo I ALWAYS have something in mind.
Mayonaise said...
Really.
Got something in mind?
A CHALLENGER APPEARS
Mayo, I hope you realize what you've done.
Now we're going to be conducting, sketching, painting, writing and acting ourselves into Fine Arts comas.
Me, I'm bagging comic books right now.
-A
I love a challenge! Elena, I can't wait to read some of your stories. Hi there Ergo
Hey guys, anyone who wants to try our cunning plan of not signing in so that the Porch folks can get over here longer, uhh, Entropy just reminded me.
Do I fail, or what?
well Mayo if you want a look at my blog I have some poetry I've written.
Or I could tell you stupid jokes again :)
damn I remembered the first time then forgot!
Who are you challenging?
As usual, I miss the memos on Cunning Plans, or tend to recycle them before said plan takes effect.
-A
Mayo,
I'm happy that you're feeling optimistic, and I will be working on a feisty haiku as my creative offering!
Hi there Katherine, Star. How are you guys?
You can make your heiku feisty, Star. My story is going to be frisky.*
It's not, not really. Just epic and silly.
a feist haiku star?
I can't wait.
AN ODE
It hardly seems,
Five weeks since I met you.
I had heard of you,
From others.
You had quite the reputation.
Some accused you,
Of being too gregarious,
Of never being happy,
Unless you were,
The central character.
But as soon as I met you,
I knew it didn’t matter.
You were unlike anything,
I had experienced before.
As soon as you touched my lips,
I knew I was yours.
I needed to you,
More than I ever,
Thought I would.
You were so cool,
Some would say icy.
Messing with their heads,
And causing them pain.
But you never were to me.
I took every chance to have you,
Even going out of my way,
Just to see you.
But I knew it had to end.
One last tryst,
The morning I had to go.
And I was left,
Bereft.
Ten short days,
Were all we had.
But I wouldn’t trade them,
For the world.
I know you’ll never come to my town,
It’s too small to pique your interest.
I tried others,
But none of them were you.
I long for the day,
I can join you again,
I know you’ll still be there.
So this is for you,
My Starbucks Frappaccino,
My love.
Ergo, that's one of my favorite poems. Nice, and yet, funny at the same time. And it's a starbucks one :)
great time for my connection to drop. *sheesh*
anyway -- the wheel of the year, how great, mayo! very nice!
Man, and I so much nailed the atmosphere of right before and after Mayo posts something in that story, too.
(If you do want to read it with the pictures, Mayo--pictures of the people here and of your castle and of BlogBelieve--you have to hit my link up there. Obviously not here as I'm not signed in.)
Once again, thank you, Mayo. For allowing me to post my crap here, and for BlogBelieve in he first place.
Mayo? Don't leave without saying goodnight, okay? We like that kinda thing.
Fuck, I messed up.
Hi there squeak squeak
You guys are just being spunky kids.
thanks BC
Ah Novemeber!
I saw Muse, MCR, Rocky Horror live and discovered Starbucks Frappacino's!
What a perfect month!
You know I really can write stories that aren't..well you know.
Crap you write one, uh special, story and your branded for life.
hi there bc. :)
anyway Mayo, so glad you are feeling optimistic, I always hope you are in a happy frame of mind more often than not.
(Probably because I usually am, and it's nice!)
And ummmmmm....I may have borrowed your credit card again. I felt the porch needs a BBQ, if you've got an aussie you've gotta have a BBQ
Has anyone seen my snail?
*geas back a blog to check on him*
Your welcome Ergo.
Hi there squeak aqueak. How are you? I love the shaunette drawing, although I told you that already :)
Why don't you respond?
Don't just sit there in your castle.
thanks bc. it was a lot of fun drawing a sheep in a tutu. :)
elena the pure XD
you'll have to smash your stereotype!
Ergo, seriously, what is S Car doing to your snail? You're totally cleaning that up, whatever it is.
On writing, I can't write. Really. I'm very bad at it.
So I stick to art. Sorta.
-A
Ergo, I think our snails are stuck in the previous blog. Our race got cut short.
Guys, I hope you don't mind if I change my nicknames alot. If it's annoying, please let me know.
Amy, maybe S car is having sex with lighting O_O
Amyranth, but you write very well and with great wit here. Naturally you could write ficiton or non fiction the same way if you decided to. Writing is writing. ^_^ You either have it or you don't.* You do.
*I make no claims to having "it." I'm a hack, straight up.
KD I want you in it, too! please hit up my blog, below the story there is a post where you can post your pic, or if not, some info, or a request, or anything like that. ^_^
*bounds over to give toujours another kiss*
*hasn't been here for a Mayonaise arrival before*
*has freshly pressed extra sparkly green tutu*
*with tiara and peacock feathers*
Baaaa baaa baaa baaa baa Baaa
translation:
"Thanks for having a sheep friendly yard Baa"
*wonders if Mayonaise will scratch her ears*
KD - I think he's waiting to see the creativity.
Either that,or he's twice as tired as I am.
-A
what's cool about your poem mayo, is that you almost mention all of the elements associated with the seasons, too.
i always check that sort of thing out, regardless if it's deliberate or not.
*shrugs & grins*
Shaunette, how are you sweetie? *scratches shaunette behind ears again and gives her a gentle hug*
BC - LALALALALALA!!
Kapu - Writing jokes and writing an engaging story are two completely different things.
Half the time, my jokes are fairly insulting. Do you honestly think I could get away with writing a book called "Hey You! Ugly!" and it would end up in the Times?
-A
ep xx said...
elena the pure XD
you'll have to smash your stereotype!
I shall try but being surrounded by Mayo's books all day in the libray makes it rather difficult.
*heehee!*
another sheepy kiss! i didn't realize how nice they cold be!
*pets shaunette*
TJ - I noticed that after you said it.
Does our Mayonaise have anything to do with the Witchy Side of life?
-A
Amy, don't try to deny it ;) XD
oooh TJ Now I have
"ooooooh witchy woman..."
in my brain
and can someone tell me the somng with some line that goes "peaches peaches"?
It is annoying me!
Wow, I was comment #69.
*smirks*
ooh, amyranth, don't get my hopes up!
mayo's fine just as he is, pagan-friendly or not.
Agh! You too EP??
I swear, you live in my head.
You all do...
Uh-oh.
Peaches.... by The Presidents of The United States of America?
Amyranth is covering her eyes to the snails. said...
Kapu - Writing jokes and writing an engaging story are two completely different things.
No, of course. But some writers have a spark and some don't. Sure, it takes practice to be able to write an engaging storyline (again, I make no such claims,) but I totally believe that the ability to write well is inborn. Some people just don't have it. You can tell. THere are those people you know were born with a grasp on language, with an aptitude. And others who reach adulthood unable to match noun and verb tense.
And I just think you have it, you know? Which doesn't mean "drop everything and write!" Just "don't sell yourself short."
Squeak squeak, I agree. Mayo is just fine the way he is.
Oh no amy!
Now you put that song in my head ! Bah!
Amyranth is covering her eyes to the snails. said...
Half the time, my jokes are fairly insulting. Do you honestly think I could get away with writing a book called "Hey You! Ugly!" and it would end up in the Times?
-A
January 16, 2008 12:57 AM
If it's about dealing with your lovers ex than I think it would.
Peaches.... by The Presidents of The United States of America?
wait, is that the song about moving to the country and free peaches, etc.?
because i could not get that out of my head last week.
must be a delayed twin-effect, ergo.
Hi there Mj.
Hmm... Okay
Kapu - I wrote this joke for you.
What essential vitamin do you get when you cross breed a penis and a tomato?
Lyco-peen!
somng?
song.
amyranth we may have little snails arriving in a little while (wonders if she should look up the gestational period of snail eggs, not that she has an invertebrate zoology text lying about, maybe loan it to elena, it should cancel out Mayo's libraries)
Ok I couldn't help it!
could be a couple of weeks to a month, and Amyranth seeing as they are hermaphrodites you will probably have a clutch as well
Hello BC
Amyranth - Last comic standing. said...
Hmm... Okay
Kapu - I wrote this joke for you.
What essential vitamin do you get when you cross breed a penis and a tomato?
Lyco-peen!
Great.
How do I explain this to my mom? She'll never let me borrow the snail again. :(
TJ it's been there for a week!!!
spoooky
That peaches song they were in an orchard?
did it go
"something something da da da peaches peaches"
damn!
Now it's "Push the little daisies and make them grow up!"
Mayo it's you and that season poem I swear!
I fail at this NSI thing. I meant to say,
NIIIIICE!
Huh, so I guess Mayo bailed. Real nice Mayo! Just roll on over and start snoring. Jesus.
Nah I'm jus' playin' wityoo.
Guys, I'm going to get my ass to bed, too.
Thank you for your pictures, comments, and thank you for reading the first part of the story. I'm glad you guys like it. I hope you like future parts too. :D
Mayo, thank you for the venue.
Goodnight, BlogBelieve. ^_^
Movin to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can,
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
Id eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin bulges in the shade
Take a little naps where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for it to hide
Natures candy in my hand or can or a pie
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Look out!
Here ya go Ergo.
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of Peaches...
good night, kapunua!
omg martha that's the song. thank the gods i am listening to bullets right now. who knew it would be a protective device?
amy I could take it off your hands and start a racing snail ranch!
Goodnight all!
Kapu - Normal male reaction. After they come up with something incredible, they usually:
1. Put face in pillow
2. Dream of pizza.
Goodnight and sweet dreams K.
Amy, are you freaking out because I said S car and lighting were having sex? ^_^
I am not sure where Muffin (My snail) went. Last time I saw her, she was crawling on some blades of grass
Goodnight Kapu and KD. Tj now it looks like Amy posted the video.
Goodnight and sweet dreams Katherine
Amyranth said...
Normal male reaction. After they come up with something incredible, they usually:
1. Put face in pillow
2. Dream of pizza.
Amy yet another NY times best seller.
thanks Amy and Martha.
Martha did you see there's a David Tennant doll on Stardolls?
now I'm thinking
When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye
And if youre true, the whole wide world will laugh with you
When we see nothings wrong with you and me
Time will tell, it might even bring a wedding bell
If you think that Im a loser
Well you suck, cause you know I aint nothin but a user
Of your love I cant get enough
Girl its true, the whole wide world is smiling with you
Push the little daisies and make em come up [4x]
Sometimes I know, and sometimes Im on the go
But Im comin back, so dont give me no flack, yeah
Its all you, and its me too
And its your world, yous the girl, yous the girl
Happier than shit, things that might go click with me
Click with you, is that love? is that love, ohhh...
Push the little daisies and make em come up [8x]
Watch the little daisies grow, little daisies grow
Now just push th little daisies and make em come up
Watch them grow, watch them grow
As I push the little daisies and make em come up
Make em come up, make em come up,
Make em come up, say
Push the little daisies and make em come up [7x]
good night katherine!
oh no, martha, is that what the link was? not clicking not clicking not clicking...
Night Kapunua
Night Katherine
Night Mayo... No wait I've got more to say to you. I haven't written my goodnight yet. Don't worry you can just skip right over it later!
TJ if you don't listen to it at least once, it'll be in there forever.
Otherwise I'm gonna have to post some Sir Mix A Lot.
TJ !!
Step away from the link....it's not worth it.....think ofthe children!!!
Fire, start running and I'm sure you'll catch up with her!
No, really. Just... don't step on her.
Sir mix a lot?
O_O
Okay, well since Mayo's left for the night I will repost the sections of the story. I'm signing in so that I can erase them in case I make a mistake. ^_^ Two parts, ad they are long. If you want to read it and look at the pictures, hit my blog. For just words, I can put them here.
Mayo, thank you for being gracious about this.
DISCLAIMER: I can't very well write about you if I don't know what to write. So if you want more than a mention, you have to tell me. The better I know you, the more I can say about you. This story is a joke, a lark, something I'm doing for fun. I'd like to include as many people as possible but there are so many of us. I am bound to overlook people, details, names and things like that. Please don't get mad. My attention span is total crap and I'm terrible with names to begin with. If I dont' write much about you it's because I don't know enough to write. If you'd like to see yourself more, you have to post in my blog, okay?
More importantly, this is clearly fiction. If you would rather be left out of this--and this goes for Mayo and SS, too--please DO NOT HESITATE to tell me. There will be no awkwardness about it and no hard feelings, all right?
This story's not going anywhere rude or libelous, though, I promise you.
The Mysterious, Medieval, Phallic Tower Series -
Part one: Wordslingers
It is tempting to believe that everything mysterious and dark is actually safe: that your imagination is indeed your worst enemy. That there is no such thing as ghosts, or wolves that prowl and howl in the night. That words are just sounds, that magic doesn't live in them. This notion, however, is foolish, and so knows anyone who has been through the forest of BlogBelieve.
The walk through it isn't long, but is filled with rustles and snaps, peripheral motion and shadow. And once you are through it and you come to the water, you know that wolves lurk.
This is the path I walk daily to this abandoned mansion . It belongs to a man whose name we don't know; we just call him Mayo. He's not often in his mansion, spending most of his time in his terrible, likely haunted tower , a great phallic symbol that overlooks the rest of BlogBelieve. Damn, we don't even know if he's got an elevator in there so like, does he really climb all those stairs? Jesus.
He is up there now, doing whatever the hell he does up there all day. (Plan world domination? Write poetry? Knit? Watch movies?) So his otherwise abandoned castle is open to the public and has regular visitors, and one can find them in the many different rooms and corners.
Right now, I'm going to look into those rooms and corners and see if I can find some of these strange beings, these inhabitants of BlogBelieve--the people that Mayo calls "The Lovelies"--but soon you will see that there is much more to them than mere loveliness (and sometimes not even that.)
Oh, have I introduced myself? Your narrator and guide through this adventure is just a plain, awkwardly featured 30-something with badly colored black and red hair, and a crow named Havoc. Are you sure you want to follow me further into BlogBelieve?
If so, then walk with me first to the kitchen. The massive doors creak as I push them open and I hear a voice saying, "Check me out, bitches!" Sitting atop the stone counter with a victory medallion hung around her neck is the beautiful Fimble Star. (There are currently no bitches to check her out, but hey. It's BlogBelieve.) Everytime I lay eyes on her I am filled with an ancient clarity:
She is an absolute ho-bag.
Also a powerful ally, and we get on splendidly. This girl, she eats tea.
"What are you doing, Sea Strumpet?" she asks me. She reaches out and hands a bit of bread to Havoc, who snaps it greedily from her fingers.
"Walking around, looking for grub," I answer, opening Mayo's ice box. (This guy doesn't even have a fridge, he has a frigging ice box. I ask you. And it was empty until we put things like ice cream and stuff in it.) "You seen Splash today?"
"What, Mustard?" she asks. "Not today, dirty bird. Not seen Bean, either." (Bean is another of our lovely friends, also known as LucyLu.)
"Damn," I mutter, taking a pint of ice cream out. (There is no such thing as calories in BlogBelieve.) "So. You wanna go explore the basement?"
"Iye," Fimble answers, leaping down from the countertop.
We make our way through the castle, through dust particles in the sparse light, parting cobwebs. We've only been here just over four months and it looks as if the castle has been abandoned well before then. Idly I wonder how long Mayo has been in his tower. Idly, I wonder why he went there in the first place. Eventually we come to the cellar door and we both stop up short.
"What the hell?" I wonder aloud.
From beyond the door Fimble and I both hear what can only be described as a ruckus, with music in the background. Clattering and banging and the occasional yell of what sounds like frustration, but could also be consternation, exuberance, confusion, or that surprised feeling you get when you're on line at the store and the guy behind you just grabbed your ass, but then you look behind you and there is no guy, just some ninety-seven year old women with a bunch of cat food.
Fimble and I shrug--it's only BlogBelieve, after all--and open the door. We descend the stairs into the cellar.
Before reaching the bottom of the stairs we can both hear sultry horns played to the tune of "The Stripper," so neither of us is surprised to see Miss Tottenham down there, struggling with what at first looks to be a sarcophagus or some kind. Which is freaking ridiculous, I mean, why (and pretty much how) would she have a sarcophagus in Mayo's cellar?
"Hello," she says as she sees us, momentarily ceasing her struggling. She lowers her ambient soundtrack so that we can better converse. "I see you've just been admiring my sarcophagus. "
"I wasn't sure if that was what it was," Fimble says, "or if you were just happy to see us, dirty bird."
"I've just come back from Egypt," Miss Tottenham says, "and I picked this up. I thought it might spice up the decor a bit."
"Well, it's..." I begin. "It's just..."
"It's smashing," Fimble Star says. "Just smashing, my Sheffy Wag."
Miss Tottenham smiles brightly.
"We're rounding up some Lovelies for a chat," Fimble says. "Shall we go see who's on the porch?"
"Absolutely," Miss Tottenham agrees.
We leave the cellar and the sarcophagus (and I have to admit, it does add a certain ambiance that was missing before. I wonder if Mayo has missed the feminine touch in the castle. Some flowers, a nice throw, a sarcophagus, that kind of thing.)
Before we reach the porch we pass the elaborate staircase , and sitting on the bottom step, with her iPod, it seems, permenantly attached to her ears, is Mustardisbetter - hereafter to be referred to as Splash. It occurs to me as I look at her that there is some significance to that iPod of hers, to her love of it. Her seeming dependence upon it. I'm not sure yet what it is.
She waves and shuts down the iPod, but doesn't remove the buds from her ears. "HEY GUYS! WHAT'S GOING ON?"
The three of us cringe, but we're getting used to it. Splash has to yell because even when her iPod is off, Ray Toro is always shredding in the speakers in her mind.
"NOT MUCH!" I shout back to her. "WE'RE JUST LOOKING FOR SOME MISCHIEF AT THE MOMENT."
"WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO THE PORCH," Fimble Star says. "JUST TO SEE WHO'S AROUND AT THE MO."
"SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN," Splash replies.
And together the four of us make our way to the porch .
Not surprisingly, sitting together on the porch swing are two sisters: the adorable Sdock10 , otherwise known as Sollydock, and the Princess Smoke and Venom20 . The swing rocks gently and they sit in amiable non-silence.
"So then I said, 'Did some rock star just bury himself alive in my teetahs?'" Sollydock says. "When I found out there was a video of it I didn't know whether to laugh or be really, really proud of myself."
"Fast cars and rock stars," the Princess says, adjusting her tiara on top of her fabulous hair. "That's what it's all about." She turns to greet us. "Hey, Kapunua, Fim, MissT. HI, MUSTARD."
"HI PRINCESS, SOLLYDOCK," Splash replies.
Toujours , having been wandering the grounds, walks up the steps of the porch, a sketchbook clutched under one arm. "What do you guys think?" she asks. "Will Mayo come down from the tower tonight?"
No one answers immediately. Instead, all sets of eyes are drawn to the tower looming in the distance, rising suggestively above a cluster of bare trees in the vague dusk. We all carefully watch the window of Mayo's tower , so baroque it's nigh on obscene. The curtains part slowly, and through them, firelight flickers. The silhouette of the host of the castle appears between the parted curtains, backlit. He is motionless for a full minute, then he slowly pulls the curtains closed again.
We all release the collective breath we were holding.
"It's like he knows when we're talking about him," Sollydock says.
"That was a bit of excitement," I add. "MY PANCE. I SHEET ZEM. Seriously, I voided my bowels just now."
Splash, only having heard my shouted words, laughs. "HEY GUYS, THAT WAS MAYO," she shouts over the sound of Ray Toro's guitar in her head. I hug her, just 'cause I can.
"He's going to come down tonight," Fimble says. "We should get in a room and wait up for him. Yes?"
"Yes," most of us agree.
"WE SHOULD WAIT UP FOR HIM," Splash says.
Miss Tottenham gives Splash a cup of tea. I have no idea where the hell she got it. It's BlogBelieve.
"We should straighten up," I suggest. "Or perhaps liven things up. Maybe we can start the party earlier if we go now."
Sollydock and Toujours sigh. For, as most of us can get into Mayo's crowded castle, they can never seem to stay inside when there are too many people in there.
"He'll open the doors tonight, Solly," the princess tells her sister. "He will. And you'll get your corner back."
Back inside, we cross the front hall and make our collective way into the library . When I tell you that I'm surprised to see Elena in there, her face buried in a book, a smirk across her lips, I'm outright lying to you. She is always in the library just so. She doesn't even bother to snap the book shut in pretend guilt, either. The cover of it reads Flirting With Death - Wet Dreams May Come.
"Interesting read you got there," Miss Tottenham says.
"Oh, Mayo's library is wonderful!" Elena gushes. "He's got just about everything here."
Amyranth and Jennicula are both in here, too, studying books slightly less questionable (but only slightly.)
"We're thinking that Mayo might come down tonight, you lot," Fimble Star says. "So we are going to wait in the main ball room until he shows up. If he shows up."
"El oh el, 'ballroom,'" I say.
Jennicula turns to me. "Did you just actually say 'el oh el'?"
"Err..." I stammer.
"You need to get out more."
Do it TJ. Do it. Everyone else is...
*cackles*
Part two
Back in the ballroom (el oh el,) there is already a crowd of murmuring BlogBelievers. The room is lit by flickering torches in sconces along the stone walls. They make movement out of nothing and matter where there is none. The shadows are confusing; we think that's the way Mayo likes it.
There are some there that I don't know, some that I do, and others I recognize right away. The witty and lovely Capture This Void, Anima, Entropy (she's snogging a DJ--hey! I know that guy!) LucyLu who is also known as Bean (and who has the uncanny and, allow me to add, utterly disconcerting ability to read minds,) Resurrected Wreck (in her own corner sewing a costume, doubtless for tonight's party,) Star (with a wand that has a star on the end--I've yet to witness the power of said wand,) Sister Midnight (boots tonight: thigh high and spiked, Katherine Dreier, Carrie, Ergoproxy, Shame In Me, PJ's In Blue, Paperheartxx (a mistress of Hug Fu,) Pixie, and one of the very few males in BlogBelieve, Bikey. There are many others, somewhere up to around forty people in this hall, maybe more.
There are Anons as well, and this makes me a little nervous. There are always Anons, and they lurk in the shadows. Under the stairs; behind the columns; in unlit corners; behind curtains. Some of them are nice. Some are helpful. But many aren't, and as these beings are faceless, we can never tell which until it is too late.
People congregate in groups, and this is no surprise. We've known each other for four months; we were bound to feel closer to some than to others. Their voices are quiet: everyone is waiting. Once in a while an Anon will shout something. Sometimes it's nice, but most of the time it is a rude word. Other times, an Anon will whisper something random, and most of the Lovelies will turn in the direction of the voice.
Havoc, my crow, can't take this nonsense and buggers off to find some shiny thing to play with. The tension is so thick I almost follow his lead. Also, it's late; most of us are ready for bed. I vaguely consider going to my personal place in the castle. (I sleep in the greenhouse. Mayo is never around to water his plants, and I can't let them die.)
The air thrums with our nerves. It is always like this every third day, worse on the forth. Will tonight be the night that our host brings it all crashing down? Will he end it? Will he close the doors to the castle forever?
I won't, because I need you.
Just a whisper from an Anon; another vague phrase from a tenebrous corner. But it's already got the attention of a few revelers.
"Who do you need?"
"Do you have a name?"
"Are you a regular here?"
"Do you mean us harm?"
"Could you be the Ragdolly Riddler?"
"The Ragdolly Riddler?"
"The Ragdolly Riddler?"
"Or are you Mayo?"
"You could be Mayo."
A few of us converge around the Anon, but she--or he?--disappears back into the dancing shadows.
One person looks up to the balcony.
"Mayo."
The front doors swing open and the porch revelers come back into the warmth. Sollydock takes her corner, looking up at the dark figure on the balcony. The Princess, all radiant smile and gleaming tiara, waits with her.
We hold our breath. Will he be happy tonight? Or sad, or angry? Will he end it, or was he the Anon from just a few minutes ago, vowing that he wouldn't? The only thing we know is that he has our attention. He knows it, too.
He speaks, but his words are quiet, difficult to hear the first time around, in a strange order. Foreign somehow, from a place in his own head.
The necessary words seem to escape me when I need them most....
I will continue to challenge myself to sustain thoughtfulness....
The catalyst of confusion started a fire....
I heard you whisper last week....
I have come to terms with the fact that eventually I am going to have to mention it....
P.S. were you guys all just talking about my crotch?
Immediately the questions start, and we throw them at him. Are you well? Are you happy? Do you like us? Have you had a nice day? Can you explain what you meant? Did you seriously just say "crotch" to us?
He answers briefly, politely, as much as he can, for no longer than fifteen minutes. I am well. I am happy. I am frustrated. I do like you. I do not explain myself. Humor is acceptable. Have you seen my apostrophe key?
"Mayo, one more thing!"
"Mayo, we hope you have a good night!"
"Mayo, you never stay long enough!"
And like that... he's gone.
The torches still burn, (not quite so many Anons now; they usually stay away from the host--usually...) the air still buzzes, the Lovelies still murmur. And so it will go for another three or four days. After the initial questions die down ("What did he mean when he said 'the'?' "Did you catch the way he inflected 'am'?" "I liked the repitition of 'yes', it sounded so positive...") a few of us will go to bed. A few more will find themselves on the porch again. A handful more will stay in the main room, searching the corners, looking behind the curtains, sometimes finding an Anon or two. (Sometimes they need a beat-down and a few of us are glad to provide that, too.)
After a day or two, there will be clowns, sheep, aliens, music, acrobats, arguments, orgies, movies, superheros, secrets, heartaches, victories, laughter. And if we are lucky, the Ragdolly Riddler, too.
But until then, we wait. At least until the next frigging chapter.
Ep I remember that song. I am saving the DT doll for tomorrow. When I will have more time to...undress him.
i'm not gonna do it amyranth. not gonna. not gonna. not gonna!
i have too much respect for my head.
(plus, drowning lessons is next. it has priority. *grin*)
night Kapunua
sweet dreams katherine
wow hoo
"I like big butts and I cannnot lie
You other brother's can't deny
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face..."
Thanks guys. Not signing in any more. I hope this works!
Amy, lol. I'd take just one step and I'll find her there already, but I wouldn't step on her. I love my pets. So far I have a frog (His name is Fred) a hippo(I forgot what its name was) and now a newly acquired bad ass snail (Muffin)
Fire, my musical tastes range from incredible to "Are you frigging kidding me? You HAVE that?".
Yeah.
-A
Am I the only one who took "imitation spread" the wrong way?
Yes?
Okay!
Well I'm off to dreamland. Goodnight until next time.
oh come on TJ you cannot deny the lure of Sir Mix a Lot!!!
hey he was from Seattle!- awsome
it's unusual for Mayo to just leave, especially after a question.
You still about Mayo?
Goodnight MJ. Sweet Dreams. Amy, so that sir mix a lot song is your favorite? Wow. I guess there's always something new to learn about a person isn't there?
*laughs*
Well, not my absolute favorite, but I do like it once in awhile.
However, if it's on my MP3 player and I'm not expecting it it kinda makes me blush a little.
-A
my musical tastes range from incredible to "Are you frigging kidding me? You HAVE that?".
I love compilations from teh 70's and 80's!
I often have the worst songs on album, cassette or CD
my favourite song to pull out is "Doctorin the Tardis" by the Time Lords (who were also KLF)
goodnight MJ!!!
♥ because noone had done it yet
good night martha!
oh ergo, i shall deny sir mix a lot, oh yes i shall.
stand
up fucking tall
don't let them see your back and take
my fucking hand and never be afraid again
buh-bye sir mix a lot. :)
EP - I still like Blue Oyster Cult (great makeout music), The Eagles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Eric Clapton, Cheap Trick... wow, there's so many.
-A
Peace and blessins,
manifest
with every lesson learned,
If your knowledge were your wealth then it will be well earned.
-A
I LOVE CHEAP TRICK!!!!
oh Dream Police still ranks as one of my fave songs! Plus the clip.
I had a huge crush on Robin Zander, god he was gorgeous, I think the fact he wore a suit too.
Lynard Skynard rock too, never got into BOC they weren't as big over here.
I love heaps from the late 60's 70's. I hunt second hand stores for vinyl.
Oh and David Essex ! *sigh* "Hold me close don't let me go...oh no"
It's okay Amy. One song I am so ashamed of listening to is Milli Vanilli's "Girl you know it's true."
*bows head in shame*
I didn't really answer his queston did I?
Well he did say "Got something in mind?"
I answered honestly!
Fire, not much you can do! It's not like your brain is going to go "AUGH! BAD MUSIC! BAD!" and shut down.
If that were true, there's be coma centeres EVERYWHERE.
-A
BC never be ashamed of your music!!
It's called guilty pleasures, Il ove Violent Femmes too, yes Blister in the Sun came out wwhile I was at uni and was played everywhere, but I love "American Music"
Actaully I always wondered if in the live Prison version when Gerard yells "this is going to go down on your permanent record" if he'd heard it from them.
Nice co-inkydinnk
ergo, you can't technically call violent femmes a guilty pleasure though! can you?
julie brown "earth girls are easy" -- now that's a guilty pleasure.
*eep*
Agreed Ergo.
Sure, I don't listen to the Backstreet Boys anymore, but my best friend still does. I don't fault her for it, I just don't really find that brand of music appealing anymore.
*turns up Justin Timberlake*
well no. That sentence kinda ran on.
Bay City Rollers - that's a guilty pleasure.
I have a theory that music you listened to at about 10 yo kind of sticks with you.
I have a theory that music you listened to at about 10 yo kind of sticks with you.
gods, i hope not. that would be "convoy".
*facepalm redux*
Thanks Ergo. Amy, I used to be a big fan of the Backstreet Boys. My very first convert was seeing them
Ergo - The Little Mermaid soundtrack?
.... O_O
No wonder I'm told I was deprived as a child.
I love "covoy" !!!
"this here's the rubber duck and I'm about to put the hammer down"
"they even put a bear in the air" hahahaha
you should hear me if I ever get on the CB in our ute, if a few of us are camping we call each other, and I have to say "good buddy" and stuff after I talk, until I have it taken off me...
Alright ladies, time for me to go to bed. There's a pile of dishes in the sink that I need to continue to ignore until tomorrow morning.
Mayo, check the time. And goodnight. ;)
-A
"Under the sea"......
good night amyranth!
ergo, at the time, my dad was a trucker, in full-on smokey and the bandit style. all of us kids knew the lingo, and dad would take us on short trips.
we even had a trucker-themed board game.
i still love the smell of diesel.
Goodnight and sweet dreams Amy.
goodnight Amyranth!!
sweet dreams ♥
It has just started POURING with rain again here,
I tells ya it's arkin' time!
well maybe not but I had to close windows :/
Sounds like Ergo needs a boat, and two of every animal ^_^
oh cool!
I have some trucker friends here and guys with heavy machinery (which is what our business works on ) and yes the smell of diesel and grease is sort of ..nice somehow. Work clothes usually smell of it!
Also lots of fumes makes me remember Hong kong or Bankok
Ergo, don't worry about snails. We have tons of snails.
Goodnight!! Again~
-A
Goodnight Amy
gas fumes mixed with wet air takes me back to london, every time.
who would think that air pollution could be so...aromatic?
but the grease, etc. -- it's such a masculine scent. a guy sat next to me on the bus once, very obviously just off work from a garage, and it was quite...
invigorating.
oh dear.
I just replied to your email TJ !!!
Squeak squeak, I have a brother who enjoys the smell of gasoline. I find it to be kinda odd, considering that I don't like the smell O_o
TJ I know exactly what you mean!
we are twins!
bc, i suppose it's the memories involved that make a difference -- like cigarette smoke, for instance. i'm not a smoker, never have been, but my dad was, and so i associate that smell with him, and even though i know it's a bad thing, i can't smell cigarette smoke without getting a cozy feeling. doesn't make sense, but there you go. :)
ergo, i wrote you an email? the twin effect isn't helping me here!
well it was a while ago, about my theory and you getting wasabi peas and rice crakers for dinner
I associate a particular aftershave with my dad - Aramis, he hasn't worn it for years but he did when I was little, but any guy with aftershave I love.
Plus I think they made a little effort
(unless they are in workclothes)
oh!!
cool! hmm. why did i forget about that? it was only...yesterday.
oh dear.
blog time is like a separate plane of existence.
You recall things happening but don't know whether it was a day or a week ago
Ah, thanks for explaining squeak squeak. Aftershave smells nice
you're welcome bc. :)
blog time -- it's so compressed. it feels like ages ago that i first started coming here, but it was only september.
we're such a little hothouse world.
Ain't that the truth? Four months, but it seems as if you've been here for a year. That's how I feel sometimes.
it's been good, though.
moods all up and down and all over the place, but still, very good.
I agree!
it's always interesting, but pretty good how it all gets sorted out if there are issues, we all know each other and I think it's best to accept everyone is different. it's amazing 40 odd women can coexist so long!
(and token men)
damn hubby is working back another 1 1/2 hrs , till 7:30 and it's pourimg still, and I should goo rescue the guinea pigs but I don't want to get wet!
Ergo, it's amazing, isn't it? Despite any differences we may have, we all became a big family. I like it.
sorry that should read "damn, (pause)Hubby ..."
not "damn hubby..."
he's a sweetie :) I ♥ him
smushy ain't I?
i like the way the internet rearranges our lines of fate. it's like this place gave the powers that be a chance to reshuffle us all and bring us together. :)
ergo, i read the email, and i shall respond soon. no, really! lol
It's really nice, isn't it squeak squeak. Ergo, that's okay. Smushy can be good. ♥ :)
i think it's time for me to make my good nights. work in the morning, and another trip up to seattle afterwork to pick up tua #5, and i think i've pretty much run out of steam. sleep and dreams sound very inviting at the moment.
i'll talk to you guys tomorrow -- we'll see how well kapunua's cunning plan works out! *fingers crossed*
good night bc, good night ergo!
good night all you beasties that lurk in the shadows!
Goodnight squeak squeak. Sweet dreams. If you get the copy of tua #5, please let me know if it's good. I won't get it until another week I think :)
thanks BC !
TJ in case you were waiting with baited breath - I decided to make pizza instead, and save the greek meatball and salad thing until tomorrow.
goodnight TJ
Enjoy the comic!
I bet you read it on the bus again!
♥
No problem Ergo. I must say goodnight as well. Goodnight and sweet dreams to you. Goodnight Mayonaise. Goodnight Family, lurkers, SS, anyone else.
Mayonaise, keep it up with the nice poems. I really like this one :)
mayo,
i have a particular weakness for the seasons, and their elements, and the whole raft of symbolism that goes along with them. it's the main theme i've used for years to understand my world and my emotions. the language of the seasons slips into everything i do.
so, believe me when i say -- i like this poem. *grin*
but oh my, you don't think much of autumn, do you? *tsk* it's the best season, mayo, the season in which the magic really happens, right in front of your face.
but, to each their own, i suppose. *shrugs philosophically*
the best part about seasonal imagery is that it lends itself so well to so much. therefore, i wonder, is this poem also the myth story of your past year? and are you now also waiting for things to cycle around again, for spring and spring's renewal? are you feeling somewhat persephone-ish yourself?
and as much as i like your poem, it's the line after it that makes me happiest. those are very good words to see.
good night, mayo. it was good to share some blog time with you again. take care of yourself, yes?
homemade pizza, i'm impressed ergo!
(and yes, i probably will read the issue on the bus. beware fellow commuters! *grin*)
bc, i'm pretty sure i can safely say that tua #5 will be good...but i'll let you know what i think o it all the same. :)
good night!
Morning Mayo,
Glad to see you're feeling optimistic. I am also optimistic - of the chances of me hurting someone if I don't leave my sodding job soon.
Mere days after I was gloating to Yoda that we've got internet access all day they've put the kibosh on it, and the pay's not good enough to keep me here if I can't piss around! You never know, I may even end up doing something relevant to the degree I spent 3 years of my life working for...
Have a nice day treacle!
Love,
Kass xx
hello again Mayo, not long since you spoke to us!
Well the ark is under construction, but seriously, it is actually pretty bad here. There are 2 more towns flooded and it's been declared a natural disaster area. But typically, one town Giru, which is just a Sugar Mill and some homes, shops and as every aussie town has - a pub, the pub patrons were sitting outside, ankle deep in water drinking while the river basically flowed down the main road, through their homes. The pub was built up a couple of steps so it was dry inside.
That is so Aussie. It's that spirit of She'll be Right Mate, No Worries. And you know they'll all be helping each other out to get back on their feet.
I hope you have friends like that. That can hold you up with good humour when thinks seem to be falling apart (or floating away) around you. Who can come in and help you pick up the pieces and fix yourself up.
So was today good for you, !'m glad you said you feel optimistic, it's a good way to be. I waver. My natural tendency is to worry and be a bit pessimistic, but loved ones around me can help me to see the light and let go, to bring an inner calmness, that it can be ok and if it isn't I'm not alone.
I wish the same for you,SS and for everyone who comes here, regulars and anons alike. Life is always a risk but to calculate the pros and cons and do what you feel is best for you and those around you is the most that can be expected of anyone.
Wishing love, hope, delight and wonder to you and yours
much love
EP
xx
Goodnight BC and all the inhabitants of BlogBelieve
Hello, I just wanted to say to Mayo -that while that is a very intriguing poem (as they all are of course), it doesn't feel so optimistic to me. I hope you are doing alright and I just misunderstood. I hope things are working themselves out for you, and you feel better soon -just in case. Have a good night. -L
just wanted to wish you all a nice tuesday! I´ll go and have a look at a room in a shared flat after work, hope I´ll get it, time is running^^
mayo, thanks for the new post! refreshing all the comments took some time yesterday, and you posted again while I was in the land of dreams, not really a surprise huh? ;)
and again a poem, I should get used to it by now right? :)
so hope I´m still in a good mood this evening ^^
take care girls and mayo!
blogger ate my comment the c*nt!!
sorry but thats a pisser!!
ok deep breath....
mayo thanks for the new post. i know i don't speak mayo but i'm not entirely convinced that you sound optimistic?? may be its just me. anyway hope you are ok??
lets hope the nsi cunning plan of kapunua's works and the porch people can "get in" to mayos for a bit longer or god forbid even for the entire post!
Kapunua your story had me giggling away. very very good!! obviously when i say i catch up on everything going on obviously i don't cos i'd missed that you were doing a story. i should visit other peoples blogs more often!! so anyway i'll pop over to yours later and get my name down.
kass that sucks!! get out now and use that degree or hey buy a lotto ticket for tonight!! i live in hope.....still!
well today dawns as fucking miserable as yesterday!! rain rain and more rain! atleast i'm not living in the flooded areas! thinking of you ergo!!
love to all!
Hello everyone and a good morning/afternoon/evening to you all! How is everyone today? Well and happy, I hope!
A new poem from Mayo. Thank you Mayo! A lovely poem it is! I'm glad to hear you're feeling optimistic. I hope everyone else in blogbelieve is as well!
I don't exactly get a very optimistic vibe from this poem though. I'm with Lewis on that one. Hmmm.....
One of my favorite Spring poems has always been:
The Enkindled Spring
D.H. Lawrence (1916)
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
^also not very optimistic; but still beautiful and passionate.
I see I missed me Pixie love again.
Pixie: good luck finding a new place!!!!!
Did we get any news of OP L's surgery? Well, I'm off to hunt through yesterday's comments at the last blog in search of some.
Have a wonderful Wednesday everyone!
To ponder:
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great. -Comte De Bussy-Rabutin, Histoire Amoureuse des Gaules "Maximes d'Amours"
Love & Hugs to ALL,
6
Wendy
And ERGO: I hope you and all those you love stay afloat and safe!
Love & Hugs,
6
Wendy
I interrupt your regularly scheduled blogbelieve posts for some important music news:
*drum roll please*
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Roadrunner Records are thrilled to announce the signing of Chicago alt rockers KILL HANNAH.
Easily described as the bridge between The Killers, The Cure, Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance, their sound is at once familiar and refreshingly original, showing undeniable growth by taking chances in a world where most art is being played safe.
Despite having no TV or radio play in the UK yet, the band have already headlined and sold out up to 1000 capacity venues on their recent tours here. You might also have caught them last year at the Give It A Name festival, or more recently as main support for the sold out UK tour with Finnish sensation HIM.
Kill Hannah will return to the UK as main support to Aiden.
source: the guantlet.com
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Now, back to your regularly scheduled Mayo programming......
Morning errbody!
Ha! Beat you to it, Yoda! ^_^
MAYO!!!!! I missed you last night. Damn!
I was watching American Idol. You weren't on there were you? Cuz if you were, I laughed at you. Please tell me you weren't the dude with the cloak. O_O
Just playin.
Well, gotta go get even more fabulous so I can go sit in my office for eight friggin' hours by myself.
I shall return!!!
Toodles peeps!
Love ya!
XOXO,
S&V20
P.S. - I didn't forget...hugs and kisses to you, Mayo. ^_~
hey Fasc I see there's rain over your way too, it just keeps coming down here, it's moving south west but as we are sort of between coast and inland we are still getting it, not as bad as the north though!
Thanks Wendy, we are still high and mostly dry, well slightly damp really lol. My rellies up north are ok too thanks for the wishes!
and KillHannah !!! Awesome!!!
I think they are great.
So cool they've been signed up.
Kass - that sucks, tell them you'll suffer mental anguish if they don't put it back!
I'm actually off to bed, supposed to be turing the comp off but couldn't resist a look!
OMG! I totally forgot!
K, I love the story so far!
Thank you so much for not immediately making me a spider monkey. ^_^
It is awesome and I can't wait to read the next chapter!
YAY!!!!
Hi Anon616, Pixie, FASC & Lewis,
I've heard of them (KH), but only because of this. Jeebus, I'm so shallow!
There can't be 2 "Pixie's" in the World, can there?
Kass xx
Hello Ergo, Princess and Kass!
I thought I was the only one roaming the halls this morning.
Great to see you ladies and hear that you're still high and dry Ergo!
Kass: Well, HE is pretty ;-)
but, where are the other KH boys on that list? They're pretty too!
Have a lookie see:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN0DvkaTbg0&feature=related
Poems is it Mayo?
I was always better at songs....
Untitled by cupcake
I'd have said goodbye, a thousand times
Kicked that bucket, fallen
I could've honestly said that in the dirt, I wouldn't miss the sunshine.
But some body loves me
Some body needs me, somehow
I will never understand it
Still...
Some people love me
undeserving as I can be...
They need me,
so I stay, I stay
I'd have let it go, been the selfish brat, I am at heart
I can tell you now I cant count the times I've thought of that
BUT
some body loves me
Some body needs me, somehow
I will never understand it
Still...
Some people love me
undeserving as I can be...
They need me,
so I stay, I stay
And in time, I'll be back and I'll be 'fine'
I have those moments where all I need is a smile
Sometimes I see the grace and beauty...
More each day I am certain that I have to be..
here...
Because,
some body loves me
Some body needs me, somehow
I will never understand it
Still...
Some people love me
undeserving as I can be...
They need me,
so I stay, I stay
Filled with contradictions, I'll never give them up, you can try your best to understand, well FUCK!
I wish you luck with that..
I'll stand here fighting
I'll stand here smiling
I'll stand here fighting
I'll stand here smiling
SOOOOO.... there you have it, s spur of the moment song from cupcake. I think I'll put it on my blog.
I love the songs I write in a moment. Shitty but honest.
I hope it isn't lost in the crowd
I hope you all got to read it.
I just wanted to let you all know I'll try to keep posting on my blog every day or so, just so you know how I am.
I'm just not up to talking.
But don't get me wrong, I'm coping ok.
Grief is hard, devastating, but as with all things, I'll pull through in time.
Even though it feels like the pain will never end, I know it has to.
Mayo, I hope your optimistic mood stays hun, I really do.
And thank you to everyone who has commented on my blog, it means more than I can say.
p.s, any naughty lurkers out there, steal my song and I will hunt you down and ram my six inch heels up your a**.... in the nicest possible way :)
LOVE, LOVE and more LOVE, xoxox cupcake
Good morning Cupcake! How are you feeling these days, love?
Ergo: Well, it's good to hear you're MOSTLY dry. A little dampness can be a good thing, sometimes ;-) Although in this case, I don't think it is......
Well, I'm off to try to get some sleep. The sun shall be rising soon and I wouldn't want to burst into flames! :D
Love and hugs to all,
6
Wendy
Oh & good morning Possum & Yoda (I'm anticipating now) ;-)
Mayo,
How are you? I hope you are doing great. Me? I'm good. Extremely happy to be warm and back in the corner for a little bit this morning. It's pretty chilly outside. I might even have to break out a real coat and not just a hoodie.
I wish I had the time to really dig into your post, but unfortunately I'm running a little low on that right now. Oh, but I will be back. And I'm bring my notebook with me.
Now...I'm longing for warm Georgia sunshine.
Mayo, my wish for you today is that you are always able to feel the sun, the warmth, and the light it brings....new life, new hope, new love, new faith.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Rub some optimism on my shoulders.
One more thing (as usual); for those of you with myspace:
Check out the ANGELIC, AMAZING voice of one of OUR OWN:
http://www.myspace.com/myalyas
YES, our very own MYA!!!! And, she WROTE the songs too!
*hope Mya doesn't mind*
I'm in the TALENT pimping mood this morning.
stupid me ^^ I just went to work and realised, that I wished you a nice tuesday but it´s already wednesday, right???? what happened to tuesday??? *lol*
Mayo!
You little devil...Grrrr. ;)
I totally have referred to you as "Spread."
And I'm glad you're feeling optimistic.
I'll go back and read the poem now.
I hope you have a great day! See you around :)
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Hey everyone! Good morning!
PJ's in blue said...
Good morning everyone!
Good morning Mayo,
I did like this poem better, and i am glad the other Mayo was an impostor, i would not want to think, our Mayo was that confused.
It's raining outside, and the wind is supposed to pick up, it's just a day to stay inside and be lazy.
So i guess you are stuck with me for awhile, so pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee.
If you are up.....that is!
January 16, 2008 8:37 AM
Good morning Mustard,
how are you?
Mayo,
I like it.
I'm glad you're feeling opitimistic. I dom't really get that from it but I guess that's more my state of mind than yours.
Take Care!
don't...obviously... dyslexic fingers!
Hi PJ & Mustard,
The Internet Stasi are off on lunch so I'm free to post again - ahh, little things please little minds!
Since I always say "Hello" to Mr. Mayonaise and I shouldn't leave people out,
Afternoon SS!!
Since you seemed to like Marvin, I've slapped another friendly monster on my blog for your consideration. (Fulham is an English football club, BTW!).
And Cuppy,
Consider your work well and truly plagiarised, mwahahaha!!
Love,
Kass xx
Good morning Mayo,
Sorry I had to drop and run earlier. I constantly ask myself why do I think "I'll just check now", at 6pm my time, knowing full well that people in my house cease to function and demand attention NOW!
So here I am back at a MissT type time just to say...
What the...
Mayo said,
Of course post away, I welcome any and all creative endeavors.
Elena said,
"I welcome any and all creative endeavors"
Really?
Mayo said,
Really.
Got something in mind?
So what you are open to here is your own type of deviant/art site, with particularly no objections to deviant behaviour at all.
You know you are going to have to give us a hint on your birthday month soon, to the nearest quarter if you wish, if you want the full benfits of the d word - party, stories etc...
Your new post, Seasonal Affect(ive disorder), quite frankly, despite the use of the word optimistic at the end, I find this anything but. And what in particular was pasted and saved and why.
Forget the hug earlier.
*goes off to find Princesses whip to sort Mayo out*
Hi Kass, Cupcake, 616, S&V20, DG, Mustard, PJ and all inadvertently missed.
616,
Spot on, although I fear the actual event was not as good as the anticipation.
Hello pickled,
I'm just setting here watching it rain.
BORINGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Forget the hug earlier.
*goes off to find Princesses whip to sort Mayo out*
YES!!!!
I think a good whippin' is long overdue! That's just what he needs.
^_^
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