Collared Green
I will not be drawn
By your lead.
While you push, push, push
Your finger into my chest,
Bruising your insolence into my collarbone.
Blue radiating to my shoulder, and then arm to hand
Where the green takes hold.
Eating away at my flesh
Working in tandem with the air
To fuel disintegration
Until my fingers fall off.
Until my eyes fill and follow
The trail of digits, divided
Along the cement, among the shoulders.
Go on about your day now.
Take a deep breath of air
Feel it pull, pull, pull
My pestilence into your mouth
Burning your disdain down your throat.
Blue radiating to your lungs, and then heart and soul
Until your eyes turn green.
Until you can no longer see
I lick my wounds down to the knuckle
And I will wax without device.
p.s. beneath an ocean.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 2774 Newer› Newest»Hi hi Elena!
Elena, you won't listen either. You only hear what you want to hear. You can talk down to other people but once your friends fuck up you plug your ears.
Heya GV, we missed you!
If Exodus really is learning disabled you are all going to feel really bad.
GV, again, shut it.
and sorry in the kerfuffle I have been meaning to say miranth and j'observe you both have such a beautiful turn of phrase, it is a delight reading you.
Hello loli Nice to see you.
Anon when have I ever talked down to people?
Don't assume that I am GV.
Anon 2:16
Shiver me timbers!
Why thank you. It is a delight to be delighted in.
I was talking about this j person. Another one of her personalities.
J'observe,
Oh, I wasn't sure - happiness being so relative, you know.
I too enjoy drama and chaos, which is odd considering that I have been through extreme and harrowing experiences most of my child-life, yet I can't actually say that I didn't to some extent enjoy the fear, at least when I could channel it...but that's another story. It greatly helps me empathize with others in any case, so I have sympathy for you - double entendre intended :)
I wish I had that breadth of disorder. Global, indeed. Space and time, who would have gathered the possibilities... Though angelic brightness and devilish darkness both excite me, I am afraid I am not so whole at the end of the revolution...
loli I was going to say the term "idiot savant" is so dated now, most documentaries etc I've seen now just use savant.
They are really incrediblle people, such a fascinating thing the human brain, so much ability and so fragile
Thank you ergo!
I meant thank you ergo about the delight in reading my posts :)
The savant thing is too much...:)
Exactly!
I've heard them called 'autistic savant' too.
The word 'idiot' is just relatively uncouth anyway.
I knew that miranth :)
loli it's an amazing condition and the medical world would do well to think of a better term, in the same way "spastic" is no longer seen and used as it once was medically
and now i have succumbed to my particular weakness, and all this talk of the word "idiot" made me go look up it's etymology.
did you know it shares the same root as "idiosyncrasy"?
:)
Guys, is it okay if I can breathe now? I think they're gone.
*Sighs happily*
I must go and bring in some washing
nice to be about with you miranth, j'observe and loli, hopefully we can chat again in more pleaseant surrounds.
Elena and BC I hope to see you tomorrow. I'll be in later to say goodnight.
take care
♥
nighty night, ergo!
I think it's past bedtime for the anons. No love, no hate. I looooathe rabid arguments. There'll always be some sorta disagreement no matter what, but slander on both sides is soooo nauseating!
I agree, exodus, though I did appreciate the person's concern for their friend, name calling gets old really fast. I think we can agree :)
And yet, revolution is but a tremor within the earthquake that is the meaning of life. I am only a student in the possibilities of emotion. Of course, I wish to interact and comprehend. I truly desire to appreciate when at once I find an equal winged archangel who knows such things as you speak of. To find happiness....To truly grasp it in your energy, it must not be sought. My true happiness came with the moment that I understood my mortality.
I agree ergo, savants are fascinating, I studied psychology a long time ago, and I was surprised at how few answers we have (or had as the case may be) as to the genesis of these fascinating abilities. Of course with sophisticated MRI now we can gather more information than ever before as to the neural pathways that are active as their abilities are demonstrated.
I just wish that people wouldn't have such bad generalizations about everyone here...
Take care Ergo. I hope your leg is getting better. Migranth, the name calling is way past old, and most of us are in our 20's, 30's, and 40's.
We shouldn't have to be dealing with such drama. Real life is enough drama as it is already.
Mayonaise, I'm sorry you had to see that again. Sighs. It's getting old, and frustrating.
I would try to be your archangel but I can't talk all purdy like you.
We shouldn't have to be dealing with such drama. Real life is enough drama as it is already.
For real!
Night Ergo
Talk to you later
J'observe,
I think I have a more pragmatic view of mortality, having fought off at least two ravenous rottweilers with a mere broomstick when I was but nine... I smile, but its true..
Nevertheless, I embrace my mortality because I view life as a continuous process, whether I, as an individual, am present or not. I've always felt 'god' was more a presence/feeling within and between each of us that we foster, nurture through our interactions with each other. In this I find happiness.
I also appreciate the difference in quality, depth and substance of interactions with others and I do prefer the dramatic or those that alter my perspective for even a moment of my consciousness. I find beauty there. And a beauty still, all the more precious for its unexpectedness.
I don't know about such a winged archangel as you speak of, but I saw one in a dream once...or as I was just reaching consciousness.
Is it over?
*walks in with laundry basket tucked under her arm and looks around the room*
I don't understand why people act like that, so much hatred.
BC, I agree with you about the drama getting old. And I feel so sorry for poor Mayo, having to read over all these ridiculous arguments whenever he drops in.
j'observe, I wish I could write as well as you - beautiful.
See, Miranth can talk purdy. Darn it all!
goodnight all
goodnight MJ
Goodnight, Martha Jones
anon, thank you.
Is anyone else here going to the Denver show in April?
Goodnight MJ. Sweet dreams. Kate, I'm going to the Chicago show.
Also, doing laundry is more fun than dealing with the drama, but I don't mind.
As soon as I turn off the computer, I forget all about it.
Being absent-minded can be a good thing.
♥
Thank you, Kate.
Anonymous, language is inconsequential in this sense. It is the telling nature of one's thought.
Miranth, it is very rare that I encounter one with such an outlook on mortality. It is also the abyss of inevitability that we face and accept. It is an honor to read your thoughts.
good night, martha :)
hi kate -- i'm hitting the portland dates.
taking a shit is more fun than reading your drivel.
Goodnight, martha jones. Sleep well.
Being absent-minded can be a good thing.
Haha, yeah it can. That's cool that you're going to the Chicago show. I'm excited to go, but I just wish I had someone to go with, especially since it's GA.
when is the denver show?
Cool, TJ =]
April 14
You have the choice to turn away, anonymous! How ignorant. Servile, really.
this is how greedy i am -- i'm thinking: april 14, huh? i have a sister who lives in colorado springs...
lol
i just can't stop!
Thank you, J'observe,
I enjoyed reading your thoughts also. And I agree that one's pretty language is a reflection of those thoughts.
Once, you accepted your mortality, were you suddenly freed?
miranth= GV
Don't you mean 'starting shit', anon?
lol, TJ, pretty soon, you're going driving behind their tour bus for the whole tour. *thinks, that would be awesome =] *
Anon 3:14
Not fun when tears are spilling out of your eyes while you're taking a shit.
anon, you're entitled to your opinion, however incorrect it is. Sorry, but I'm not GV, though I do hope she returns as you seem to wish to see her.
Weeeeeeeell, nighty night ghoulies. I'm soooo very very tired!
don't think i haven't been tempted, kate!
i simply hate it when the show ends. i would definitely live on pb&j just to avoid that!
aww, good night loli. sweet non-creepy dreams. :)
TJ come to Kansas. I have an extra ticket
anon, noooo, j observe is gv. get it right.
Goodnight and sweet dreams Loli. It'd funny how that anon is getting paranoid, and soon, they are going to believe that all of us are GV lol.
Mayonaise, I am back to my original name. Why? Well, the name changing was fun for a while, but BC is who I am. I'm done with the changing.
oh man, elena...damn that would be awesome. :D
bc!!
bc!!
bc!!
:D
BC welcome back
Aww, you anons are so cute when you're paranoid.
I believe that freedom will only come when it is time to rest, miranth.
Oh joy, I have a secret identity. These Anonymous darlings have no doubt been watching too much television.
TJ
I really wish you could. It would be such fun!
Welcome back BC!!!!
Squeak squeak, lol. Anon, thank you. I gave up, you know? All of these people kept calling me by my original name, even when I changed a few times, but then, I buckled under the pressure and decided to become Bleeding Chaos again.
I couldn't handle the pressure anymore ;p
elena, the idea of it has me all giddy! it would be great, for so many reasons. :D
sorry about that bc -- i just couldn't help myself when i saw your old familiar name up there in blue again. ;P
Elena, ha ha, thank you.
And 'j'observe' indicates that 'I am watching/ I am observing' in French. Not 'J Observe'. Paranoia is frivolous! However, your obliquity amuses me to no end!
Schizotypal Personality Disorder is a condition characterized by acute discomfort with, and reduced capacity for, close relationships as well as by cognitive or perceptual distortions and eccentricities of behavior. This disorder is only diagnosed when these behaviors become persistent and very disabling or distressing. This disorder should not be diagnosed if the distrust and suspiciousness occurs exclusively during the course of Schizophrenia, a Mood Disorder With Psychotic Features, or another Psychotic Disorder or if it is due to the direct physiological effects of a neurological (e.g., temporal lobe epilepsy) or other general medical condition.
Squeak squeak, ha ha, that's okay. I don't mind.
TJ, that would be so awesome and I always hate when it ends too. I wish I had the money to go to more than one of the shows this year. Darn those pesky bills.
BC, glad to see you've changed your name back :)
Aww anon 3:40:
This is what happens when you take things too seriously honey.
Kate, thank you :)
TJ I do believe you are this minute figuring out if you can get to kansas!
heck I would be!
(I shall be there in spirit)
kate, i hate bills. they get in the way of so much good stuff. :/
ergo...
>_>
no i'm not.
really.
J'observe,
There are other kinds of freedom. BUt perhaps you know this already.
BC
I am glad you reclaimed your title :)
(yes, i am)
Miranth, thank you very much :)
Schizophrenia, from the Greek roots schizein (σχίζειν, "to split") and phrēn, phren- (φρήν, φρεν-, "mind"), is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a mental illness characterized by impairments in the perception or expression of reality, most commonly manifesting as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions or disorganized speech and thinking in the context of significant social or occupational dysfunction
Oh, this is just too easy!
Find a way TJ
Hey then you can see my bookstore too!
Yes, miranth. You are absolutely correct.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder is distinct from Schizophrenia. It is not a mood disorder, but forms part of the cognition of the individual. In others words, they emotionally function this way.
elena, now that the idea is out there, i really am going to look into it! if it's meant to be, everything will fall into place.
and i would love to see your bookstore! :)
when's the show?
Emotionally Unstable (Borderline) Personality Disorder is a condition characterized by impulsive actions, rapidly shifting moods, and chaotic relationships. The individual usually goes from one emotional crisis to another. Often there is dependency, separation anxiety, unstable self-image, chronic feelings of emptiness, and threats of self-harm (suicide or self-mutilation). This disorder is only diagnosed when these behaviors become persistent and very disabling/distressing.
hey BC!!!
cool :)
anyway
hey mayo
hope you had a good day, I'm sure you've had some interesting reading. It is such a shame people can develop such a desire to hurt and control others, Everyone has issues to deal with and we all deal with things our own way.
But to have someone under no name yelling at you constantly to conform to their belief or their way of thinking really does little to make them seem attention worthy.
I have spoken to those involved and see no reason to doubt them, I am a person who is willing to see all sides, ,adjust my opinion as information comes to light, if I feel the need,and regardless of the anons words, the issue to me was not one of great importance anyway.
If regulars feel the need to post as anons it is a shame but hardly beyond the realms of human nature.
Personal derogatory or vicious attacks are a different matter to expressing feelings or opinions.
If someone felt I was being hypocritical it would make me look again at my actions and then decide whether they needed adjustment.My choice, not anyone elses. Noone ever has to agree with the way I choose to live, as I don't have to agree with theirs.
Mayo I hope you live in away thay you choose, follow your heart but temper it with your head.
Wishing peace, calm, relaxation and comfort to you and yours.
Much love EP xx
ps. are you still asking your question each night?
SS
hoping you are well and happy
lotsa love EP xx
Hi Ergo! Okay, BC must sign off for the night. She's getting tired.
Goodnight Ergo, squeak squeak, Miranth, J'observe, lurkers, Family.
Goodnight my little Mayonaise, and SS. SS, I hope you're okay. We haven't heard from you in a while.
Sweet dreams guys.
goodnight TJ ( i knew you were) Elena Miranth j'observe (you are blue!!) BC kate loli anon with c&p psychology notes and anyone else lurking or arriving
TJ the show is April 15th. You can stay with me. If a house full of teenagers doesn't frighten you.
Goodnight ergo and bc!
I am quite tired myself.
Night Ergo and BC
If you're leaving ...
Night Miranth
good night ergo and bc. :)
elena, the question is -- would they be afraid of me? ;)
seriously...does this make me a creepy fan? that i'm seriously considering travelling across the country to see them? twice?
i don't want to be a creepy fan.
night night guys.
Not a creepy fan at all. Road trips are good for the soul. I traveled 600 miles each way to see them in Denver.
Yes it is, anon!
I am only presenting this case because it demonstrates the delusional nature of whichever anon elected Schizotypal Personality Disorder as my illness. Still, it is nothing to be facetious about.
Anonymous, I wholly oppose suicide. I would never contemplate it, and your boundaries have now been crossed. Your imperceptible coolness should make you feel unclean. I cannot fathom for the life of me what could possibly make this conversation so juvenile!
I will let you wallow in your putrid type-written filth for now and be the one to say that you have absolutely no right to validate your own fancies with inaccurate medical profiling . Have a wonderful evening, and may you cease all thoughts of negativity that blind you.
A wonderful evening as well to all those that are retiring for now. I came to observe, and I have, and I have learned as well.
Good evening.
and you know, it's actually a good time for me to do something like this -- in between jobs, not knowing what direction i want to go in.
a road trip like this could bring me some insight.
(my superpower is the power of rationalization!)
bonne nuit, j'observe.
and a good night too, to miranth, if you went to bed!
Well give it lots of thought TJ. Let me know if you can. I think it would be a blast. So it almost 3:30 in the morning here. I'm gonna say goodnight to Mayo and head to bed. Talk to you tomorrow.
good night elena -- i don't think i'll be sleeping tonight, so you have good dreams for me!
Mayo
Well this has been another suck ass night. I could rant about the ANON’S but why bother? Hell, why rant about anything? Doesn’t change things.
You know though the thing that upset me more tonight then the relentless ANON attacks was the one who informed us that a group of people get together and watch the blog. I guess we entertain them. Excuse me a minute, Mayo…..
HEY YOU PEOPLE WATCHING US – SO YOU CAN SEE ME FROM WAY, WAY, OVER THERE. HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?
Back now. Sorry I have a real problem knowing I’m an ant in an ant farm. Fuck, I guess this is like the “Truman Show”. Well, ain’t that grand?
I’m so fucking stupid. Here I’ve been so happy in your home Mayo. I felt safe and surrounded by friends. I never worried about what I said, especially to you. I enjoyed talking to you. Now I don’t feel that way. I can’t. God, I am stupid, I really thought I’d found a safe place where I could say what was in my heart. Kinda ruins it when you know people are gathered around watching you for their own enjoyment. No they aren’t here to be part of this. They aren’t here to care about each other. They are here to be entertained. Well, I don’t want to entertain anyone.
Mayo I truly hope that we have helped you. I hope that you are happy and healthy and loved.
Elena (still throwing a few birds)
I have too many chores to complete. SO I'll check back again before I sleep. But goodnight to all who are leaving!
I had a friend who suffered from schizophrenia, and believe me it's nothing to joke about.
No one is making jokes about schizophrenia. The previous descriptions did not pertain to any individual in particular, but could relate to eccentric individuals, who cause uproar by statements of self harm.
I am bemused that J'observe would take it personally, intimating they are suffering an illness, which no one was aware of.
If I caused offense by this, I am deeply sorry. Only a medical practitioner could diagnose these disorders. And they are serious disorders. I do not trivialize the suffering of the individual.
are you the same anon from earlier that was picking on J and then BC?
Self harm should never be trivialized.
Sometimes, a medical description may help some recognize themselves and get the help they require. It was not directed to any one in particular.
This was not a juvenile attempt to hurt others. I would never stoop to that level.
My posts have been misinterpreted. Again I apologize if I have offended anyone.
Why do you guys write your end of the night shit to some anonymous blogger? Have you heard of having a journal? A diary?
Just curious
journal? diary?
what are these things of which you speak??
anon, because I like to, no other reason, thoughts on the blog, quite separate from my life, it's a nice way to close a day (though it's not my bedtime)
can't disappoint the readers now can we!
anon, you really should take care with posting medical diagnoses, people could easily misinterpret, but it is far more informative than other anon approaches.
bye all!
anon @ 5:15, i keep a journal, and two blogs, but i still like sharing some thoughts with mayo each night. the things he has written here have given me a lot to think about, and i always enjoy reading them, so it feels like a nice reciprocal act.
as well, he's indicated he likes reading what we write to him, so that's nice, too.
and now, on to my night-time comment. :)
good night all who lurk -- even you creepy watcher folk.
OH WOW! I think I am at a loss for words this morning/night.
I'm glad I didn't catch up before I went out last night....
I would have been worried all night!
I still haven't really caught up yet; but, I did see the OPs and BC were getting the worst of it AGAIN
*sigh*
Well, just in case I have not made myself PERFECTLY clear:
I LOVE OP L
I LOVE OP J
I LOVE BC....
I LOVE ELENA - especially that middle finger she's waving around
;-)
so, there! *sticks tongue out*
I LOVE you too ERGO!!!!
Would you care to provide a synopsis of yesterday/last night's events?
Sorry, I forgot to say good *insert time of day here* to Mayo, SS, Ergo, the soon to arrive FASC, Kass and whoever is WATCHING!
HEY PEOPLE!!!! *big wave*
Oh, and for the journal/diary anonymous: Why would I want to keep a journal or diary? Journals and diaries can't
POUNCE, TACKLE, HUG & SMOOCH back!
My friends here do!
Love and hugs friends & family!
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Ohhh....Ergo, guess who I get to play see tonight?
ACE FREHLEY!!!!!!!
Is you jealous? ;-)
Ooops,
I LOVE TJ too!!!!
:D
Good night all!
:) Have a great Caturday!!
mayo,
hm. i didn't think i would feel self-conscious now that i know the walls have eyes, but i kind of do. it's so twilight zone.
oh well. let them eavesdrop if they must.
i have to admit that i'm feeling quite a bit more excited about this idea of visiting elena than is probably appropriate. it's just such a sudden, crazy thing to do, and yet, the more i think about it, the more i come up with reasons why it would be a good thing for me.
and i can see how, if this comes together, once again the desire to see my chem live would be a catalyst in my life. that's what happened last year, and for sure, a trip like this (on top of the bamboozle left trip) would definitely shake things up!
i'm not crazy for wanting to do this, am i?
or is it audacious?
why be safe, though, right? i wasted enough of my life being safe. who knows what being bold and foolish might bring me?
at the very least -- new friends, new energy, new ideas...
*grin*
and now this fool had best try to get some sleep!
good night from me, mayo, and a good day to you. i hope everything is well in your world.
What the hell went on here last night? 0_o
I have a stinking frickin cold and my nose keeps dripping!
Fumble, Jules, Splash, Miss T and the gang, I miss you guise like woah!
But it's the weekend so maybe if you are around at 7pm that will be midnight for me and I can stay up and chat the night away! Sounds like a plan? Fuck yeah it does :D
HI wendy I AM jealous!!
he was my favourite, loved that makeup and the fully pleated silver cape!!
Have an aussie scream for me!!
*SMOOCHTACKLEGLOMPHUG*
beat that journal!!
night!
ooh! wendy love! i like it!
thank you! :)
now, good night! ♥
(allow me to toss in a couple more exclamation marks, i don't think i used enough!!!!)
(!!!)
One more thing:
I almost forgot my quote to ponder.
I know how ya'll look forward to reading them every day!
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"When you want something, something so true and pure, something that deep in your heart you know it's worth risking, then one must follow that path. But like any other path, there are obstacles, there are hardships, there will be sacrifices. One has to constantly question whether this path is worth traveling and how far along the path we must go... the choice is ours.
Think with your heart, intuition is greater than logic.
When you want something, go get it. Period."
Angelica Villegas
Ergo! How's the boo-boo today? Better, I hope!
I'll try to get some good Ace pictures for you, honey bunch - hopefully, my camera will cooperate.
TJ: You noticed how much
I LOVE EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!
did ya? ;-)
Sweet dreams TJ!
Miranth: sorry I missed you up there. Hello and good night to you!
Hi also to Lucy.
Hi anon616! I am trying to get ready to go out and I keep refreshing every time I pass the pooter!
Sorry Lucy! I was trying to catch up more....
I wish I hadn't tried :/
Well, I'm pooped! I off to dream of "Creatures Of The Night"
No, wait, Ace didn't REALLY play on that album did he?
KISS just stuck his name and picture on it so they wouldn't be 'in breach of contract' with their label. OOOPS!
In that case, I shall have some "Rock N Roll Over" dreams!
:D
Good night Lucy, Ergo, lurkers and the watchers.....
Have a sensational Saturday/Sunday everyone!
(We can still HOPE, right?)
What in the hell went on in here?
I have never in all my life. Well, yeah I have.
Anyone notice how when Sdock said she had gotten an email from GV and that she was okay, nobody noticed? Hmmmmm.
I'm glad you are okay, Katherine.
PH,
You continue to amaze me. You are one special girl and you are more mature than anyone here. Don't you ever change. You hear me? ^_^
I'm glad I missed all that last night. So, according to what was said the OP's may or may not have made that comment. If they didn't, whoever did, it's a shitty thing to do and try and put it off on someone else. Whatever. I said what I needed to say over at DM to whoever posted that comment.
I'm done with that.
Love you all bunches and bunches.
Mayo,
What the hell are we gonna do to lighten the mood around here? Got anything in mind?
SS,
Still missing you, dude. Like crazy. Hope you are okay.
Have a wonderful day people.
XOXO,
S&V20
Okay, so, good morning?
Good to see you back Lolita and Lucy!
Elena:
I know exactly how you feel, but for different reasons. It's difficult for me to say the things I'd like to say to Mayo, or to you guys for that matter.
Work as if you have no money. Love as if you have never been hurt. Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. And live everyday as if it were your last.
Keep talking to him, okay?
Mayo:
Have a great day. Don't look at your feet today. (I got caught.) It can't be safe anyway.
SS:
Hope everything's okay, buddy. It's okay not to pop in when things like this occur. We wouldn't expect you to. We just hope you're alright. Here's to hoping for great days.
I hope you're all doing well. I'll see you guys a bit later on.
Mayo,
Hope you are well and hope you have a great Saturday.
That's all I've got.
I'm spent and taking a break.
Guys, can't we all just respect each other and not throw words and hurt around so carelessly.
I will say this again. Identities don't matter. This is a blog. You will probably never know who you are talking to on the other side of the screen, but you can treat everyone the way you would like to be treated.
And you can always flip the switch and walk away. Open your front door and breathe. Go outside and interact with the real world. It too is ugly, but oh so beautiful.
That's where I'll be today.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. REPEATED..With all the finger pointing, I can barely hear you anymore.
Okay, I made a really funny post last night about Mayo's waxing without device and told a gruesome story, and like no one laughed. WTF? Hello, is this thing on?
Hey Splash, Princess and Sdock if you are still around!
Me, I'm gonna go eat breakfast, get dressed, get groceries, visit Boychild, clean house.
Oh, and Mayo, I owe you two things. Today, then. I knew it would get lost last night, so then, today.
S(S)S, I hope you are all right, I am putting you in a pink bubble. ;D
Ahh, look at the wonderful mess that you've made.
Game, set and match to the Anons.
SS,
Might want to get you one of those biohazard protective suits if you walk about this place. It's neck deep in shit. Well, at least to my neck anyways, but I'm short, so...
Hope you are taking care of yourself, my friend.
You are missed.
Always,
S
Elena said...
Good Morning Mayo
Promised I would be here to the end. I don't break promises. Just gonna ride out the latest storm. Holding on to my friends tightly. Hope the rest of the true family does the same.
Good Morning SS
Hope all is right in your world. This mouse is tired but still trying. But my throat is raw from screaming. Guess my roar isn't as strong as I had hoped. Take care, my friend.
ps yeah I totally own that delete a few spots back. Not enough coffee to check what I had written before I posted. Sorry!
Duh! Isn't Frank getting married? ^_^
Things I owe you Mayo, even though you didn't ask for them.
Corrections and context.
Corrections because I wrote that hugely long poem on the fly, in about thirty minutes time, and it is full--full--of really bad mistakes. Misspellings, bad grammar choices, and worst of all, jarring shifts in tense. I began it in past tense then changed it to present but I missed a few corrections. (The parenthetical parts are in past tense on purpose.) Part of why I deleted it so quickly was because of that. The other part was that I just second guessed it. "No one needs to read this. It's pretty harsh."
I have corrected as much as I can.
I open my eyes and find I am looking down at Mauna Kea.
(I think your bones were still rattling then.)
By the time I am on the ground the sky is pristine black and from the lanai
I can see the Pacific, not busy enough that the stars don't shine off of it.
Going into it feels like washing you off my skin for good.
(I think you were still in yours then.)
Mahina tells me, "Meet me at the Ala Moana,"
and he is not yet widowed but I go anyway
for the show, not for you.
Just so you know.
He is the farthest thing from you that I know
but he comes close when he doesn't show.
(And I think your breath was rattling.)
The sun is the kind that sucks your juices dry this day
but I walk miles and hours anyway,
(and now I think your skin was tightening but
I wouldn't have cared then and I don't care now.)
The Koko boys and their wives give me leis and flowers
and lunch and music and hours of driving around,
and I care about the palace and the sea
(while you neglected everything and fell,
and even if I had known it would have been nothing to me.)
There's wax and a board and a man
and in the warmest salt of my life he keeps telling me
"Stop it, stop it, you shouldn't make me feel like this,"
and god knows he's right and so does Pele and so do I.
He's nothing to me (and you were less than nothing to me)
and I stand up for the first time and feel the sea beneath my feet
and my hair stuck to my cheeks and the world races by made of light.
I clap like a little girl and shriek in delight.
(I think you folded your pathetic bones then on a bed of needles
and took your last rattling breath, maybe thinking of drowning,)
and I snag on a rock and down, down, quickly down into the shallows, down,
and there's pain, but it's in my leg and nowhere else and I know but can't care,
thinking, "He folded his pathetic bones on a bed of needles just now,"
and it's under the pacific that I break my final vow.
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Coming in over what looks like boulders and trees
but ends up being pebbles and weeds I think,
"Pele lives here and I do mean lives,"
and it's vast, empty, sparse, harsh
and my driver is loud, old, crass, brash,
and he shares his opinions on Kahunas,
Christians,
gays,
legends,
volcanoes,
the ocean,
politics,
druggies,
(and I think the teeth you had left must have been
coming free of white gums,
you kept your house warm.)
There are no beaches here that I can see.
The ocean is right here, but there's no sand, only rocks.
So you can't swim here, although I'll bet people used to.
I'm going to have to learn to slow down.
The blinds in the room are long wooden slats and they lock me in
and freak me out.
No room service. I pay 12 dollars for a pizza the size of a slice in New York.
The luau is noise and fire, but
there's a loud, dirty, stupid,
obnoxious lech who thinks he's smarter than I am,
and oh, little he knows.
The fire dancer is very good
and at the end one of the kane dancers
gives me his haku lei
(and you never gave me anything anyway.)
My dreams are of a corpse rotting indoors
and someone frantically breaking down doors,
the corpse, his chest shredded into sticky,
bloodless strings and pulp
and his friend starts to freak out
and won't tell anyone what it's about
(but somehow I know.)
Pele: of all things, this is what I don't want to miss.
On the bus everything goes balls up,
my reservation written wrong
(by now your skin must have been
falling away from your bones,)
and the driver asks me,
"Where is your husband?"
I laugh, and laugh, and say, "I wondered that
for six years, then I decided to come here alone."
The old people surrounding me on the tour find this uproarious.
I smile at them: young, free, brave, alone and glorious.
At Kilauea I walk to the rim,
over steaming rocks and hills and valleys
and I say,
Aloha nui ka wahine kapu o ka lua e,
and in a fit of daring, Kokua mai, I think
you know what I mean....
(And your fingernails were peeling away.)
The driver tells me that there is a cave
but no time,
and anyway it's dangerous,
especially for the kupuna and one single girl, alone.
He says, "You never venture down without a flashlight."
Lucky for me I find some locals with flashlights and,
"You wanna go in there, girl?"
And down we go as their torches shone,
following the path of old fire
and they say that when you get to the end
you turn off the lights and don't breathe a sound,
and the depth and the darkness is nothing but profound
and I have finally found something deeper than myself.
The driver is waiting and an old lady says,
"he thought you were too level headed
to go into the cave with strangers,"
but her eyes smile at me and I think,
She's glad I'm alive.
(And in your mouth the maggots thrive.)
That night I can hear the dancers calling the sky
and I answer back from the lanai,
and dream again of rot and the door,
(while your cats begged for food at your feet on the floor.)
Awake, the vibe turns into a low hum
and when I turn my back on the wooden slats,
I pull my suitcase behind me
and run.
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The room is just too goddamn big for me.
Front Street is across the way,
but Malu Hulu O Lele is not what I thought.
What I dream this night, two words:
Memento mori,
remember you will die
(and your hungry cats swatted at the first blowfly.)
The show tonight is canceled and no one tells me.
I wait for my free ride (the one that never comes,)
and talk to the bellhop,
his name is Marlon and I bring him an ice cream
from Front Street, cherry.
On the lawn newlyweds pose in their wedding finery,
snap snap!
Marlon tries not to look at me, his smile a mix
of "Why?" and "Should I ask why?"
I don't wait for the question.
"I got tired of waiting," I tell him, as dyed green cream
drips down my spoon. "I wanted to come here alone."
(And this is the second week you have not answered your phone.)
Marlon looks at the bride, at me, at the bride,
then at me, waiting.
I lick my spoon and say, Suckers.
Tension broken, Marlon laughs,
says, "It never lasts.
So what's the point?"
(And your bones started to
come apart at the joints.)
Another show at Lahainaluna
and a sagely old man says
he's glad I'm here alone,
hopes his daughter can be as brave
and makes me go up on stage.
A dancer plays the part of a mourner,
his daughter lost to Pele and he sings,
Aloha eeeeeee!
Aloha eeeeeee!
until he's out of breath
and falls to the stage floor.
(And in your time, your mother
and the cops
were banging down your door.)
Memento mori.
Waikiki,
Kona,
Ka'anapali...
unreal?
I shower in the tiny stall and then
I pack my clothes and my goods
and my memories and leave out my laptop
to check the news where it tells me
(although I already knew.)
Alone on these "Islands of Love"
I dreamed that the fishes had
picked your bones in whispers
but in truth it was two desperate cats
who picked your bones and licked their whiskers.
Ha'ina mai ka puana la
ke kane make,
ke wahine ola.
Ha'ina mai ka puana la
ke kane make,
ke wahine ola.
He inoa no Ala.
*yawn*
Morning everyone. Did anybody sleep last night?
-A
Context:
So like Adam said to Eve, "Stand back, I don't know how long this is gonna get."
I accidentally misled you. I said that you once told me that you would not delete this "deep dark secret" because you thought sharing them was cool. Well, the secret I told then, that you spoke of, was related to this secret, but was a different part of the story. I'm sorry; I just got mixed up.
I won't tell the whole story because I already have, up there, but I will give the context.
After I posted that someone--Anima I think?--said "thank you for posting the poem about your dream." But see, none of that (unless specified) was a dream. It all happened exactly that way.
Well, anyway. Back when wearing longjohns under torn jeans and unlaced Doc Martins was the height of fashion, I was into this train wreck of a guy. You already know who it was. The dude was a mess and I guess that it's part of why I was so into him. You know how some people can get; they want a project, something that they can fix. For me it was an ego thing like, "If I can fix this person, I must be really awesome." You know? "You don't have to be gorgeous to be such an incredible person that you can save a life."
Dude, for six years I tried to hook up with this guy. I was close friends with his landlady and landlord. She kept asking me to go into business with her and this guy's sisters and his Mom.
For the entire duration of my fixation he ignored me so thoroughly, only referring to me when he was socially obliged and sometimes not even then, but you know, in my mind it was just because he wasn't ready yet. Soon, like any day now, he would realize that he needed my help. And then, you know, we'd like have a million babies.
Well blah blah blah six whole years.
So then one day I was at work and I was bored and drawing a doodle (of Sephiroth. On the back of a checkin report for a keeshound named Jazzy Miller.) I was staring out the front window around lunch time--this was 2000--and a light turned on in my head. "Wow," I said to myself. "I'm bored waiting around. I should stop spinning my wheels. Oh well. I'm over it." That's how quick it was. One minute it was the passion of the hopeful, like eternal love and soulmates kept apart by cruel fate and one day we would meet under the moon etc., and the next minute it was, "Huh. Bored now." (I crumpled up that drawing and threw it in the paper basket, but later that night I fished it out and finished it. WTF? I still have the stupid thing and it sucks, because I can't draw.)
I did a little serial dating between '00 and '02, then I decided to go to Hawai'i. Well, I hadn't given much thought to that dude in the entire two years so I was surprised how, just before I left, I started thinking of him again totally randomly.
In Hawai'i I was having the best time of my life. I was single of course, and had gone there alone, and for some odd reason the local boys really liked me. Like, it was almost as if I got pretty in Hawai'i. (Man, I seriously think it was the hair. The humidity turned it into ringlets.) So I was just happyassing around Hawai'i during the day getting picked up by cute local boys, drinking pina colada, getting a massage on the beach, learning to surf, (and the creepy surf instructer who kept insisting that he was MY soulmate and I should never leave Hawai'i! O_O ) walking around, buying stuff, getting into debt, going ot Hulas, just, you know, all this fantabulous amazing stuff. I went to Kilauea on the Big Island and it was the most intense thing ever. I left the tour and went into Thurston Lava tube (but you got all that.) The one thing I remember about O'ahu was the surfing lessons, not because of Creepy Instructor, but because I wiped out and while I was under the water thinking "Which way is up?" I was also thinking, "Huh, that guy died."
But at night I was having these nasty dreams and I kinda knew what they were getting at. And my mindset was still like, "Wow. Really." I mean, the dreams scared me while I was asleep, but awake I as very blase about it.
Then the night before I left for home I found out that the Dude had died, like, two weeks ago (the day before I left, ir memory serves.) But they had only found him that night. So while I was off in HI having a fantastic time, with this nagging feeling at the back of my skull, That Dude was long dead on his couch.
And I just felt sorry for his Mom, you know, 'cause she had to find him like that. But as far as my feeling on the entire subject was--and kinda sorta still is--it was a shrugged off "Wow, poor stupid bastard."
And it just stuns me, because for so many years it was my worst fear, and then when it happened, well, yeah.
(BlogBelieve: That's why I posted The Pearl Of Love as my anti valentine to all of you. Because I believe in that kind of coldness to a point, you know what I'm saying?)
Anyway, so that's the context, Mayo.
I'm sorry that was such a long story. I should have let the poem stand on its own, maybe?
That's cheesy of me to sign in as Weaver Girl when I write stuff, isn't it? ^_^
Well, off to go shopping. Later guys
Oh, and we should totally have a party for Frankles getting married, right? YEAH, PARTY!
anons who care...if ops come around post this every time...so theyll be haunted by their lies....
HERE'S MY NICE SUMMARY BEFORE I HEAD TO BED (SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS, AMY):
AT 12:49 TODAY, THE ORIGINAL PUNKS POSTED A COMMENT ON HERE, THEN QUICKLY DELETED IT.
http://its-mayonaise.blogspot.com/2008/02/blind-mans-bluff.html?commentPage=4
SEVERAL PEOPLE GOT AN EMAIL ABOUT THE COMMENT
http://tinypic.com/fullsize.php?pic=19ozo0&s=3&capwidth=true
THEY THEN POSTED THE COMMENT AS AN ANONYMOUS ON DM. THE COMMENT BASICALLY CALLED THE BLOGGERS (THEIR FRIENDS) HYPOCRITES.
IF YOU CLICK ON THEIR NAME ON THE MAYO LINK, IT TAKES YOU DIRECTLY TO THEIR BLOG.
IF YOU CLICK ON THEIR NAME JUST A FEW POSTS UP ON THIS PAGE, YOU CAN COMPARE THE ID NUMBERS AND SEE THAT THEY ARE THE SAME.
THEY HAVE DENIED THIS. IT'S CONCRETE.
THEY ARE LIARS.
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.
Very nice Kapunua. As I'v said countless times you are a very talented woman. Have fun shopping.
Frank and Jamia celebrated their one year wedding anniversary on the 5th of February. They are planning a formal "wedding" for the benefit of their families in March (the 9th has been rumoured).
People close to the band say Frank left the tour because of another "family emergency." Possibly his grandfather. :(
ANON I truly hope the family emergency isn't serious. I will keep Frank and his family in my prayers.
Hello Mayo, SS and everyone else.
Hope you guys are all having a great Saturday so far!
Anon @ 11.49, thanks. That’s great! They’re a beautiful couple and deserve each other.
Hope you’re wrong about Frank’s grandfather,though.
SS, dude, you can’t even imagine how much we need your words right now. Sometimes it’s a bit hard to keep the faith, but I’ll try my best. Anyway, take care of yourself, my friend.
Mustard and PH, check your email please.
Well, I’m at work right now so I can’t stay any longer.
Hopefully I’ll talk to you later.
Love you all!
*HUGS & KISSES*
PS: Mommy K,I know it’s a bit late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
11:49, man, I hope that isn't true and is just another rumor. It was Mummy K who remembered about Frank's wedding actually, and we were hoping that was the reason.
If he's got another family issue, then man, this guy cannot catch a break, can he? Jeez.
Thank you, Elena.
Thanks also Bellatrix, Mummy K liked her birthday wishes. :D
Today is BOYCHILD'S birthday and tomorrow is DADDY K's birthday.
I, uhh, need to buy gifts. I've got stuff for Boychild, tons of it, but have not got anything yet for Mummy OR Daddy K aside from cards.
I fail, like really badly.
You know, this stuff about Obama not being patriotic, not being proud of America, not wearing a flag pin etc.? If that were all true (which I don't think it is,) it would make me want to vote for him more.
/political spam
Hi everyone. Hi to BC and Kapunua who I missed alot.
I see that I have missed alot about the band here. We still don't know why Frank left?
I'm looking for some things you have been talking about and I don't know where to look with all the anonymous people and with the different pages going on. I hope you guys can help me.
I'm looking for the video of Gerard telling off his fans about the pictures. I think it was posted last night but I couldn't find which page it was on.
Someone already sent me the one with him asking for cocaine on stage. Whoever that was thank you.
I'm also looking for the one where Jimmy Urine compares him to Hitler and an interivew where Jimmy Urine calls him a fat panda while LynZ is laughing. That's because Gerard is lying about MSI supporting them from the start. Yes I know the MSI tour is over but Gerard still talks about their support all the time.
Kapunua I was thinking about changing the title of my blog because of a discussion that we had. I think you'll like it.
Well I hope you are all doing OK, I missed you guys. I think about this blog alot even when I'm not on the computer and I hope you guys are doing well. Take care everybody and keep on fighting the good fight. Who knows maybe we will get our band back someday.
Oh and I hope Frank is OK.
Hi Verita! Great to see you again!
Hello to you as well, Kapunua!
I'll be hanging at DM's today. Let some of this funk air out.
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Please, think about what you say before you say it. We have got to change some things around here, or we will end up losing this. I, personally, DO NOT THINK Mayo wants to hear this shit. And that's exactly what it is. It's all shit.
Now, we need to get our heads screwed back on straight. We need to return to what we were doing before. WE WERE BUILDING PEOPLE UP, NOT TEARING THEM DOWN. This goes for all of us. We need to help each other, Mayo included.
But, in the meantime, just try to be kind to one another. We're not doing any good here. None.
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You go Mustard!!!!
Well said as always. Please let's all remember to care about each other. We need to be strong.
You don't have to always like what another family member says but you still need to respect their feelings and words and they need to respect yours.
Let's get our house back in order!
Yes, let's forget that the OPs called you all a name and lied about it! Because it's the OPS! And if anyone else had done it that you didn't like you would have strung them up! And the OPS would have lit the fire!
The OPS were right about one thing, you are hypocrites.
No time to say much.
Hey guys,
how are you?
I'm off to work soon. But for those that wonder, my sister is in the hospital ready to have the baby. She's in high-risk. Her blood pressure is high. I'm fucking scared.
I have to go eat then go to work.
Hey VV, missed you around here. =]
Byee<3
Hey PH!
Sending good luck wishes to you and your family! And don't be scared, okay? The doctors know what they're doing and will keep your sister and her baby safe. Promise :)
I wanna hear some guitar playing in the next few days ;)
Good luck!!!
Anyone notice how when Sdock said she had gotten an email from GV and that she was okay, nobody noticed? Hmmmmm.
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Smokie, I am happy to hear that she's okay. That's all that matters.
Wendy, I love you too sugarplum! I love you guys.
Verita, it is good to see you here again. I missed you too. Feel free to bombard me with emails.
Good afternoon to anyone who is here. Anon 11:49 I hope the news is not serious, but poor Frank. If it is his grandpa, I hope everything will go well.
But I'm happy to hear about the wedding ceremony.
PH, I hope everything will go well. Have faith and take care. Please keep us updated on your sister and the baby.
I'm sure the doctors will take good care of them.
Kapunua, that was a fascinating story.
Obsessed anon, please shut up.
No ANON you seem to be missing the point. I can't speak for others but I can say that I myself have said things in the past that I wish I hadn't. But here is the thing. The past is over. We can either keep sinking in the mire or we can move on. I'm tired of the hatred that some keep spewing. Let it fucking go already. Move on. Damn are you that tied up in hate that you can't let it go? I'm looking ahead. I will not let you keep pulling me back in the shit. Now I'm off to work. So go ahead and rant, I'm sure you will. Sorry I just won't see it.
Your desire to tear down something beautiful is very, very sad.
Hello shy anon. Take care Elena.
Hello BC!
How are you?
Pancake-Zilla, is that you? How are you? I'm doing pretty good, thank you for asking.
*Runs and smothers Siobhan with hugs*
Wow, seems as if I'm the only one, who can manage to shut everyone up here.
I feel the power...
We have all, at one point, told a white lie when there's something we really don't want to do. What is the worst or funniest or dumbest thing you've made up to get out of something?
F: *laughs* Oh man! I used to lie all the time to get out of work. I said stuff, like, people... died. *giggles*
L: *chuckles* Who died most of the time?
F: Most of the time it was a distant cousin or something like that. I guess I feel bad, you know, for my distant cousins to die, but it was a way to get out of work. I had a huge family and they were all dropping dead. It's terrible! *all laugh* I have found though that the worse you go with the lie, the less people, you know, question you about it? So, once you say something, like, really fucked up then nobody can call you on it. That's how I got out of work. Anyway... I am not saying that you should do that, but if you really need to lie – go all out. *giggles*
L: Any examples?
F: [really quickly] No! I don't wanna tell them. It's terrible. *laughs*
Interesting. Who says he doesn't do this now?
Hello BC!
Well, I thought I pay you a visit.
*bear hugs BC*
So, what have you been up to these days?
Pancake-Zilla, I'm happy you did. I haven't heard from you in a while. I hope you're okay.
Have you had your fill of pancakes today?
Just the same old, same old. How about you?
Is it over?
Anyone wanting to clue me in, please do so.
I will check in later.
I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking.
I had a very busy day.
Almost killed a few people.
You know, same old, same old.
Hello Mya!
Haven't seen you in a while.
Hey there Mya. I guess it's over, but I can't be sure.
Pancake-Zilla, so how many people did you eat today? :D
Um... Let's see... Five! Not much, but I already ate a whole town yesterday and had a bit of a heartburn.
I really like seeing your old name again, BC!
Um... Let's see... Five! Not much, but I already ate a whole town yesterday and had a bit of a heartburn.
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LOL! Pancake-Zilla, thank you. I think many of us miss my old name too. TJ was excited seeing my old name back in blue again last night!
Hello all
Anon do you just not get it. One of the reasons people aren't jumping on your band wagon is because you are attacking the ops.
You have a vendetta against them and are trying to get this whole place to hate them and run them out of town.
So why should I or anyone else here listen to you.
Than there is the face that you won't drop it. Over and over again you bring it up. Stop. If the ops have done anything wrong they will face the music. But that can not happen if you won't drop it.
Do you understand. Drop it and stop the attacks from you and the other anons.
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I read that interview with FI about a week ago.
As far as FI goes, I don't think he would lie about his grandfather or grandmother it would be to easy to find out about the lie.
Yes, it's who you are. The one and only Bleeding Chaos!
Hello MJ. Siobhan-san, yeah yeah yeah. I heard enough ;p
After all of those people you ate, have you ever wondered if your burping would have created little earthquakes? Lol
Hello BC and Siobhan
Well, you should see what happens when I fart, BC!
Ever heard about global warming?
Hi MJ!
How are you doing?
Pancake-Zilla, has anyone ever told you that you are hilarious? You made me laugh once again. Thank you!
Always at your service, BC. hehe
V.V. if you are still here I think this was something you were asking about.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qajXcQo0kQM
Siobhan I'm alright. how are you doing.
I'm fine, MJ. I'm just relaxing on my couch after a busy day.
There's no cure for this. There's no way to stop it. The looks will get thrown, and they won't ever understand.
There's only a handful of people that get it and they, themselves, don't even even understand. It will always be like this. It's a two-sided coin. A habit. A dangerous habit. But, it doesn't need breaking. People just need to be more understanding.
It's different for me. My brain doesn't work like yours. Mine thinks in twos, threes, and fours. Yours is all over the place, no sense of time. No sense of count. I listen. You talk over it. You don't hear what I hear.
It's right versus left, always getting in the other's way. No peaceful and amicable understanding. They fight. It's a neverending battle. Always digging. Never just being. It never is what it is. It's more.
You will never get it.
This is a disease.
Hey mustard.
Good afternoon BC and Siobhan!
Hello and welcome back Mya!!
*pounce tackle hugs and smooches for all three of you*
It's great to 'see' you back! You too Siobhan!
Ummm.....okay, I have caught up a little bit more and I would like to add that I was around yesterday morning when the "so called post from OP J" was made.
If I remember correctly, THAT POST (the hypocrites one) was made by MISCHIEF MANAGED!
Up to a little - well, yeah - a little MISCHIEF perhaps???
Read it and re-read it. It is not about L leaving. IT IS about GV/Katherine/Sparkle leaving the blog and threatening to leave this world....
I'm sure there were a few others around who can verify WHO made that comment. Would anyone else like to step up? It would be most appreciated! *big smile*
As for how someone linked it to the OPs profile, I have no idea.
I am no internet expert.
And, I am glad to hear GV/Katherine/Sparkle is okay. I sincerely HOPE she is getting the professional help she needs now...
Sorry to post and run folks; but, I have a few dozen things to do before my night with ACE!!!!
Take care everyone. Be well, be happy, be safe, be loved and be kind! Not an order, just a request!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
OK everybody, I updated my blog. I hope some of you can relate to it still. I'm trying to take what many people think and put it into one condense, easy to reach place.
As always my comment space is open to everyone and anyone. You might get torn apart for your opinion and concerns but that is going to happen everywhere, even here I guess. But you are all welcome to agree with me, bitch me out, call me names, or anything.
Have fun.
And Kapunua I hope you like the new title. :-D
Hi Mustard! Hi MIB!
Can't stay and chat. Gotta run!
Ohhhh......just wanted to say that if anyone comes in and tries to call me a liar (I'm many things; but a liar I AM NOT). Well, ya'll have my permission to BITE THEM for me!
;-)
*big hugs for all*
Ooops! I meant to say HI and hugs to MARTHA too!
Okay, really must run now!
Hi Wendy! Bye Wendy! Come back soon now ya hear? *Smothers Wendy with hugs and kisses*
Verita, my dear friend, I am going to check out your blog and leave a comment.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaah! Wendy!!!!!!!!!!
I was just a few minutes away and I already missed you again.
Snogs & hugs for you!
Did you get my e-mail?
I must be off
for a while you guys
So hello and good bye to all.
Wooo, back from visiting cousin and Boychild. Fun fun fun. I got him a Stitch doll that I have him today. He kissed its nose, it was so cute.
Verita, I ♥ the new title of your blog. I think it's perfect. ^_^
Prepare for the onslaught, my dear. *braces self*
Take care MJ. Hey there K.
Concerning Verita's blog, honestly, I am looking forward to reading the "MCRmy attack" comments.
Those are absolutely hilarious, and I get a kick out of reading those.
I look forward to it too, to be honest. They're like rabid weasels.
I did feel a little sorry for those girls he yelled at in the video after Verita's blog, to be honest. Maybe they were out of line, but they were just little fangirls who were overreacting.
I wonder how the MCRmy Rabid Weasels would have handled the situation, TBH.
Gee, I wonder if I could say, or imply, "to be honest" at least one more time in that post. To be honest.
Well, to be honest, I don't think you could.
I mean, if I'm being honest. ;)
Glad you had a good time today!
I don't even know what to say about last night. That was just taken to a completely new and upsetting level.
I really hope everyone is okay.
I heard the news about Frank leaving again. I really hope this isn't too serious. Poor guy's been through so much already.
Hey CTV. Maybe the rabid weasals would have lapped that video up.
i'm hungry, i might go to junkin donuts or starfucks. i can't decide.
Hey CTV and BC :)
Food Anon Who Is Not PPU:
Do Junkin' Donuts, 'cause Starfucks sounds really, really bad.
Hi everyone *waves*
I heard Frank had to leave the tour, in fact it really bummed me out. He's had such a rough time of it lately.
I hope everyone is ok after all the shennanigans last night.
It was an anonslaught that could have been straight out of one of the BlogBelieve stories. Even reading back on it today and not having been part of it made me feel quite upset.
Anon, lol. Starfucks does sound funny though. I'd go with junkin' donuts.
Hi lucy. How are you?
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