I am filthy and filled with an untenable relapse in reason. I reek of the ruinous stench of revolt. I am vile. There is a guard posted at my bedside who never allows me to rest. He keeps a silent watch with his fist in my gut. My screams he silences with his lips pressed full against my mouth. He eats my words before they have a chance to live. And, he knows that once I am free I will disappear.
I throw my shadow against the wall. I hope that the guard will find the illusion a distraction and he does. Now, with the guard so easily bemused, I quickly slip out from under the sheets. Feet hit the floor first, then knees and hands, then once I am steady I crawl my way out the door. I only have a little time before the guard notices my shadow’s foolery. He could beat me to a pulp. Fucking prick.
And of course, I always return to the same place. They will eventually find me and post a new sentry. Perhaps the next will be somewhat entertaining.
p.s. present tense and terse with (only) myself.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
2,926 comments:
«Oldest ‹Older 2601 – 2800 of 2926 Newer› Newest»^That's not me. It's a lovely sentiment though.
And aaaall the girls on the blog currently go, "...oh my gosh... me?" ;D
guys, i am off to bed. can someone drag my lifeless body to bed please. hehehehe ok.
nighty night and sweet dreams
hey ss, nighty night and stay safe. dont be naughty!
xxxxx
*blows kiss to rw*
And aaaall the girls on the blog currently go, "...oh my gosh... me?" ;D
I totally did.
Goodnight, Fimblemeister!
Ha ha, starbucks it is then! Anon, boycotting sounds like fun; the only problem is that I still care about what happens to him and the band. It doesn't make it easier and we only see one side to the problem, not both.
I don't want to give up on him or the band yet.
Night, Fimmy Fim! Sleep well and talks to ya laterz.
maybe it is for all the girls on the blog!
goodnight fimble, so nice to have you back around
*gives lifeless body a bit of a shove sideways*
Oh a night
when the moon
shines as brightly as this,
the unspoken thoughts
of even the most discreet heart might be seen.
My pillow has become
a dusty thing--
for whom shall I brush it off?
Goodnight and sweet dreams fimmy fim. Anon, beautiful poem :)
Love's Trinity
Soul, heart, and body, we thus singly name,
Are not in love divisible and distinct,
But each with each inseparably link'd.
One is not honour, and the other shame,
But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame.
They do not love who give the body and keep
The heart ungiven; nor they who yield the soul,
And guard the body. Love doth give the whole;
Its range being high as heaven, as ocean deep,
Wide as the realms of air or planet's curving sweep.
Goodnight FS
For MUSE fans:
Possibly a new format.
An answer:
...
I'd call it love if love
didn't take so many years
but lust too is a jewel
a sweet flower and what
pure happiness to know
all our high-tones questions
breed in a lively animal....
Hey thank you to Elena from who I recieved the last 3 issues of the Umbrella Academy and I sat outside the gym and read them and I LOVED IT!!!!
Hi everyone,
I just wanted to drop by, and wish you well before I continue my day.
I'd also like to thank you for your support. As soon as things pick up a little, I'll be back. :)
Take care.
xoxo cupcake
A Moment to Remember
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.
I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
Kapunua. Stop. Just stop. These poems are not to you. Please just stop.
Hello Cupcake how are you if you are still here.
Wow mustard thanks for posting that!
what a great idea for releasing like that! I'd buy it, how cool to have new somngs periodically rather than waiting a year or more for an album!
Lombard how many of you are here tonight? Can we expect a lombard smack down?
You will note that I never even assumed that it was, that anything was to or about or bore any relevance to me whatsoever. But I have always put up poetry when other people do. No one is forced to read it or respond.
I'm all hot and buttery and waiting for the show to begin.
hello cupcake, let me know how things are going?
It’s All I Have to Bring Today
It's all I have to bring today--
This, and my heart beside--
This, and my heart, and all the fields--
And all the meadows wide--
Be sure you count--should I forget
Some one the sum could tell--
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
It'll be something new, that's for sure. I guess we'll wait and find out.
Seems to me that, with the Matt's describing it, the album wouldn't sell as well.
I'm just ready for some new music.
*the way
These poems will find the eyes of the one who was meant to read them.
HEART is to me. That is an inside thing we have. Please just leave us alone everyone else who is writing.
I agree I wouldn't really buy a best of, but maybe a live DVD type thing.
You see they have a DVD out! I want it!!
Lombard, STFU. Think before you comment, dumbass!
Kapunua, please keep sharing your poems.
You guys have anything you want to talk about?
um, my heart is an inside thing on me too, just sayin'
or not
Thank you anon, as long as you don't mind. :)
did you see the muse thing MJ?
what do you think about the idea?
It's starting to hurt too much.
What about the other anons that do mind? Who says that was Mayo?
HEART is to me. That is an inside thing we have. Please just leave us alone everyone else who is writing.
Yes, we will all just leave and let you two have some privacy.
Get real, this place is for everyone.
Maybe you should post personal stuff to each other on your own personal blog that does not allow comments.
Yes I did. I don't like the idea. I like buying CDs.
anon than stop doing it
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
Oh my gosh, no one said it was Mayo and anyway who cares? Someone here would like to read poems. Does it matter who posts them?
well it would still be cd format, I think 3/4 songs every few months would probably end up as more music.
If they did like a special case to add tham into it would be cool
Popcorn, can I have some of your buttery goodness? Hello cupcake, how are you ol' delicious one? *hugs* see you later
hmm i just ate carrot sticks and cream cheese with a herb and garlic sauce, I can't really take to popcorn right now but thanks for offering
If I'd heard
so much as
a water rail's knock,
I'd have opened
the black pine door.
If, however far away,
he were watching the lingering moon
with a heart at all like mine,
surely this clear sky
would be filled with clouds.
You ask my thoughts
through the long night?
I spend it listening
to the heavy rain
beating against the windows.
I still don't really care for the idea. It depends on how many songs on there I like.
ergo
may I have a carrot stick with cream cheese?
yeah I can see your point, it'll be interesting to see if warner allows them to try.
I suppose we'd have to see how they end up coming out.
I am just glad it didn't say it would be downloads, I hate that, I like having a cd
definately elena
*passes over bowl*
anyone else? It's really yummy!
When you come across these words tonight or tomorrow, I hope you know they were meant for you.
Maybe you are reading them right now. Thinking to yourself, no, it couldn't possibly be for me.
And I ask you, why not?
You are purposely trying to confuse what it happening here. Please stop.
I am the fear who doesn't cower
Seeking whom I may devour
Seeking out a girl or a boy
To steal and kill and destroy
Do you even know my name?
You're so pathetic and lame
And before this day is through
I know I'll get to you
I hate you, I hate you
You can't hide from me
And He can't help you
I am and I have been and
I'll always be your enemy
I am your dream come true
Your nightmare hanging in a tree
Your suicide, your wasted life
Your lust for flesh you bitter hag all belongs to me
I hate your guts, you little punk
Don't come around here selling your junk
I know one who's bigger than all your fright
A weenie dog has more bite
You're a maggot, a pain in the neck
A little scratch upon my back
And I laugh at the day when you burn in hell
Forever in your jail
I hate you, I hate you
You can't get to me
He's already saved me
You don't deserve and you won't get
No glory in this song
All power, glory, blessing and honor
Belongs to our God
We lift you up, we magnify
We thank you Lord for giving us life
You don't deserve and you won't get
No glory in this song
All power, glory, blessing and honor
Belongs to our God
We lift you up, we magnify
We thank you Lord for giving us life
Well whoever the stuff is to they are lucky.
I am sick of people trying to be me! So what if I am Sara Black. Fucking leave me alone
anon I hope whoever you mean the words for does realise
Lombard,
I am not Mayo. I posted those poems for someone special here. I hope they find them. If not, they are for all to enjoy.
I am sorry.
I am just glad it didn't say it would be downloads, I hate that, I like having a cd
I'm the same way. I like to have the whole kit 'n' caboodle.
Well whoever the stuff is to they are lucky.
Yup.
Hopefully they know, Anon.
lombard, this is a public blog. If you want these "messages" to be private and less confused, maybe you should email or text them to your "lover"**.
**one of the other voices in your head
Elena *cruching on carrot stick*
So anyone have anything interesting to talk about?
look if you don't want it confused say who you are and give a bit of a hint as to who you're talking to!
if everyone is just anon then who knows who is talking to who!
or take it elsewhere, where you won't have others confusing the issue
We all know who is bitter and looks like a hag. All the rest of the people posting poetry agree Kap that you should just stop and let the rest of us talk. Because it wasn't me who posted those lyrics it was someone else. We just agree that you should stop and leave us alone. I told you before and other people agree with me.
And you were probably the one who was saying to keep posting your poems, yeh right like anyone is going to believe that!!
Mayo, I am tired of reading about how reeky and vile you are. Please post something soon and try to be a little more kind to yourself.
O_o
Popcorn, maybe you should upgrade to jumbo size
Mayo, my love, listen to ME.
Did you not get my calls? Why do you ignore?~
Well, me, I usually credit the poet, if I know who it is. But once in a while I will post a poem anonymously, if I'm just really feeling the poem and it's personal or whatever. But those are rarely "to" anyone.
Hey, Mayo said he didn't mind the poetry; it's his place after all, so.
And of course I did not post to myself to keep posting poetry. That was actually a nice surprise; I don't know who that was. Someone who likes Japanese poetry, perhaps. Who knows? It was a nice gesture.
elena did you know if you put a goldfish in a dilute alcohol solution it will lose it's righting ability and swim sideways/upside down?
It was once put forward as a possible test for intoxicated driving.
poor fish having their water urinated in!
Glad they developed the breath test!
Another beautiful poetry night ruined.
Plenty for everyone. Pass me around.
All of you. PLEASE stop pretending to be me. I don't need poetry to express how I feel to him or how he feels to me. Just stop pretending and leave us both alone. I came here just to see what he was doing and now I have seen.
ruined by KAPU as always!!
He said he didnt mind because he doesnt even read it
Anonymous said...
Another beautiful poetry night ruined.
No, it doesn't have to be! Please, keep on! I say it every time, these are the best nights!
Love-poetry anon, if you think I am confusing the issue by posting poems, tell me--although I don't know how I could be because it's pretty clear when it's me posting them, and you can be sure that they are not to your girl or guy or whatever.
Maybe he is ignoring you because you post personal stuff on a public blog.
Who cares if he reads it or not. Mayo reads what he likes, he is free to ignore the rest. As long as it doesn't full-on bug him then the rest of you can just skip it. Honestly!
Well Ergo
Thank you so much for the info. Now I can say I truly learned something new today!!!
This is confusing, yet entertaining.
Kapunua, you are a person who appreciates real beauty. Thank you for posting with me tonight. We will do this again. Soon.
Dedicated to an angel, the secret of my heart.
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
No, listen to ME!
Get off my name!
Mayo, answer me. Answer my calls and texts.~
If, in an autumn field,
a hundred flowers
can untie their streamers,
may I not also openly frolic,
as fearless of blame?
And Kapunua, I'm not Mayo.
Anonymous said...
Kapunua, you are a person who appreciates real beauty. Thank you for posting with me tonight. We will do this again. Soon.
Thank you, that is very kind. I hope that we can. Are you Calaf, or the anon from December? Well whoever you are, you are very nice.
Anonymous said...
And Kapunua, I'm not Mayo.
No, don't listen to the people who say that. I think it's rude for people to assume that every time something cool happens it's Mayo. That's selling other people short and also putting too much on him; it's a weird state.
No anon you are not Mayo because you are KAPU. The other anon is probably Mayo and talking to someone here. NOT her though.
Lombard said...
Mayo, my love, listen to ME.
Did you not get my calls? Why do you ignore?~
March 12, 2008 11:19 PM
Lombard said...
No, listen to ME!
Get off my name!
Mayo, answer me. Answer my calls and texts.~
March 12, 2008 11:27 PM
Lombard, dude, seriously, if someone isn't taking your calls or your texts --- take a hint. You so remind me of my ex who still bugs me 3 years later.
if you feed orb weaving spiders flies injected with the blood of schizophrenic patients they are anable to spin normal webs,but create abstract patterns, patients with some depressive illnesses result in the spiders not completing webs.
*unable
Where's the popcorn?
A really hilarious video about the effects of drugs on spiders.
The crack-spider's bitch. LOL. ^_^
Oh man, were you Calaf or the anon from December? Guess I'll never know? ^_^ But we did do this a few weeks ago, right?
Ergo you are just a little fountain of interesting info tonight.
I wish I could think of something to add but I'm too busy trying to keep Jake from eating another action figure.
I just read a story about a woman who was stuck to a toilet for two years.
She refused medical help until her boyfriend and the police convinced her she need it. Apparently her skin had grown around the toilet.
They are thinking of charging the boyfriend.
if you chop Planarian (an aquatic flatworm) into pieses each one can regenerate into an entire animal.
If you bisect the head end it will regenerat into a complete 2 headed planarian which is able to learn simple responses fater than a single headed worm
therefore 2 heads are better than one (if you are a planarian)
She refused medical help until her boyfriend and the police convinced her she need it. Apparently her skin had grown around the toilet.
Shines a whole new light on "Did you fall in?"
apologies for the speling errors in that
MJ ewwww!
I want to watch that video but I don't like spiders.
Well, I am off to bed.
Anon, whoever you are, thank you. I'm sorry that everyone assumes that every cool anon is Mayo.
Mayo, I'm sorry that everyone assumes that anons are mostly you. Hope that doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. Mayo, I have something for you but I guess I will wait till you're on one day and ambush you. I hope you got your song. And I hope you got your randomly good day. Sleep well and unguarded.
S(S)S, if you ever stop by here, well just keep on being happy. It's lovely and inspirational to behold. ^_^
To everyone else, a group good night, and a pleasant thursday to you.
Oh Martha are you serious?
Yuck and Yuck again
Ooooh, MJ, spiders are precious with their little delicate bodies. Honestly, I just love the little suckers, they make me smile. ^_^
'Night all!
in 1984 scientists in Turkey found disco music caused higher levels of homosexuality in mice
must've been those tight white satin pants!
Goodnight Kapu. I still don't like spiders. I'm like Frank and Bob that way.
goodnight Kapunua
Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.
Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.
Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
Oh my little gay mice dancing under the disco ball.
MJ I don't mind little ones but big hariy ones- hate the suckers!
Elena here is a link to the story
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080313/ap_on_re_us
/woman_in_bathroom
elena isn't that the cutest image!
Oh my gosh, I hate when I do this. One last thing.
To wash away the conversation about Gerard's lack of sincerity:
SINCERITY ONSTAGE.
SINCERITY ON STAGE!
And On My Own by The Used, live, because yeah.
So EP have you watched the video. Is it okay to watch the video. Is it a little one or a big ugly one.
I imagine the mice are wearing little shorts gold, silver or maybe leather.
MJ that is a very disturbing story!
he waited 2 years because you "kind of get used to it"!
MJ they aren't big, orb weavers tend to be small bodied with longer legs, it's not an icky video (if it's the same as one I've watched before)
Martha were do you find these stories???
Disco Mice wearing gold chains..
I wasn't the anons before and I don't usually do this but I have to say I get a thrill when other people tell Kapunua what her friends are too afraid to say. It's mean of me and I feel a little guilty but when she gets shot down I laugh. The "bitter hag" stuff gets old (it was Siobahn who called her that first and then it caught on) but it's true, she is kind of scrawny and haggy. I'm sorry, that's so mean but it's true and I laugh every single time someone says it.
Night night k
In 1982 a researcher observing lions mating watched a pair mate 23 times in 5 hrs 20 mins, and 22 of the times the lioness initiated it.
which is more disturbing? They did it or he watched and made notes?
Elena I was going through the head lines over at yahoo.
HEART.
There are a lot of pretenders here.
You knew they weren't me.
I see your words.
Thank you.
That's great.
Now, back to watching Bert McCracken own the hell out of this song.
Sorry that I can't partake in this spider conversation. They freak me out to be honest.
This is what I see looking back at me.
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So she called Jamia fat and Kapu a skinny hag? At least Kapu is in good company haha. :-)
so has anyone seen "Punk Rock Holocaust?"
Yeah you get to see Bert making out with 5 women and then getting stabbed with a sword. Lot's of Blood
mustard what animal NEEDS 8 eyes!
that is way too many eyes!!
which is more disturbing? They did it or he watched and made notes?
Depends on how HARD it was for him to watch I guess.
I love it when the performers let the fans sing their songs.
It gives me goosebumps.
OK...... I went through Kapunua's PUBLIC photobucket to see if she is as skinny and haggy as some of you say and, after going through way too many pictures of Adam Lazarra, I saw her and honestly..... she is not that skinny. Or that haggy. She looks like a decent looking Eye-talian girl. WHy does everyone pick on her, there are definitely worse looking people.
oh elena!
No animal needs eight eyes are legs.
Lion porn alright.
That was awesome.
Thanks for posting, Jules.
Have a good night.
What Ergo? You asked.
cane toads will try to mate with goldfish in ponds (which they kill by drowning), other frogs and even dead dried up road killed cane toads
to tell the sex of a cane toad you hold it firmly behind the front legs and if it protests loudly it is a male
(it immitates the mating hold)
but
perhaps they just are lamenting the lack of disco music!
and Ok I have done it, but it was for biology research....honest!!
Hi katherine, how are you?
hello katherine how are you today?
Katherine I'm not saying she is ugly. I was not being mean. Fimble I haven't seen but Kapu is decent I was just asking why people deem fit to pick on her looks.
Hello KD how are you?
anon because it's something to pick on!
I'd say becasue of the people who have brought up her looks before and the fact they probably believe criticising a womans looks is hurtful.
very childish really
Hello Katherine good to see you,
Ergo come on...just one more fact. I'm not gonna comment on the frogs that would be way to easy.
Siobhan was the first one to do it? Not suprising. Criticizng a woman's looks IS hurtful. I just don't know why people would do it. Where did she call Jamia fat too?
Anons can you just stop.
anon in siobhans defense I believe she was translating from a german term which she didn't believe was offensive.
criticising looks is only hurtful if the woman believes her worth or part of her worth relies on them.
and an anonymous person doing it is hardly that important compared to real people you actually know
Why the fuck should I stop? I am defending someone who always gets attacked on something as dumb as their looks.And I think it hurts whether it is anonymous or someone who knows you.
Siobhan said she looked "Well fed" I took it to mean "healthy". We Americans are so into being thin that we take a lot of things the wrong way.
I believe Kapu is an indian, anon. They are beautiful spiritual people.
well anon there we differ.
If someone who's opinion I cared about did I may be concerned but other than that it's their issue not mine
Actually she asked if she was pregnant. That's something you NEVER ask unless your sure.
but if you're sure why would you ask?
Wait, sioban said that Kapuna was well fed? When?
Ergoproxy maybe it is an american thing but you NEVER ask a woman if she is pregnant, because sometimes they are not and it is a very hurtful thing to ask. In America it is considered very rude to say that someone looks pregnant.
I was talking to the anon who was trying to start shit between people. If you were the one that just said Kapu is good look don't worry. But the one trying to start something with Siobhan and kapu should stop .
We don't need anymore of that.
NO LOL! Sioban said that Jamia was well fed and asked if she was pregnant. But a logn time ago she posted a story where Kapunua was a disgusting ugly hag. It was a long time ago.
the possom which is commonly seen in or about australian homes is one of two main types, the ring tail or the brush tail.They can fit through a 3 in gap and enjoy living inside rooves, they also love eating roses.
The male possom vocalises loudy with grunts while looking to attract a mate
Okay so what if she is? I mean really who cares? In this day and age don't tell me people are gonna think something bad about her if she is that's just stupid. I would think it's great if she's pregnant.
Sorry, I shouldn't bring it up again then if people forgot about it.
Elena you completely missed the point there.
Anons, can you stop already?
My love, my heart! My tender one,
How I long for your embrace...
The promise of your soft mouth
Upon my creamy skin
Fuels madness--
Madness created by desire--
Desire so delicious, so palpable,
It leaves me gasping,
Calling your name, a murmur in the shadows.
I hear you answer softly--but how can I be sure that it is you?
Voices surround me,
And in the darkness, their cacophony vies with your truth.
You are keenly aware of me, my voice, my touch, my face:
Of this you have assured me.
But false words attempt to distract me from
The sweetness of you.
What small but priceless intent will reveal you to me,
No matter how far away you go?
The male possom vocalises loudy with grunts while looking to attract a mate
Ah, just like human males.
Wonder if Pickled Possum has a ring tail of brush tail? I must ask her.
I would agree asking a person if they are preganant is rude, but she didn't ask her, she asked on the blog.
It has been asked numerous times on numerous forums and I just don't see asking other people if she was is that big a deal.
The only people who know either way are themselves, people are prone to speculate.
I'm not concerned either way really, if they have children I hope it's when and if they are ready.
Angel that is beautiful
Thanks for posting!!
definately katherine, I just don't see people you don't know on a blog really should be that important.
Real people who you have relationships with can definately use it against you, but virtually, they don't know what they are talking about anyway!
I see them more as just annoying and useless, rather than particularly relevant
Hello again Angel. Beautiful poem, as always.
hello angel
Elena, many thanks. Your compliment means a wealth of goodness, as you yourself are quite a talented scribe.
You are very kind, Bleeding Chaos. Elena was correct on that point. And hello, Ergoproxy. Your knowledge of Australian wildlife is vast and interesting.
angel even your comments read so nicely!
Well thank you Angel but my writing skills are not beautiful like yours.
Do you have any more to post tonight?
thank you angel, I'm a biologist with a mind for trivia.
HARRO!!!
How's everyone tonight?
God, I love this mango chicken.
-A
Angel, it is obvious that someone has you by the heartstrings.
Do Angels keep secrets? Who is it?
-A
Why thank you Angel. Your compliment means a lot, and your poems and comments are always lovely and soothing.
*gives extra hugs for Elena*
hello amyranth
mango chicken sounds lovely!
(I love mangoes, especially sitting outside and just having the juice run down your hands, ah the taste of summer!)
Hi Amy *glomp*
Hey Amy
I hope you brought enough of that chicken for all of us
Ergo, it is beyond fantastic!
....
For a meal from a jar! Hahaha!
*is glomped*
Hiya BC!
-A
I'm making a sort of taco mince kidney bean and rice bake with cheese on top, served with sour cream for dinner
I'll save some and bring it round
Elena, it's BlogBelieve, there's chicken enough for the whole world!
Seriously though, it's amazing.
-A
Hello amy and angel how are you?
goodnight katherine
sweet dreams
Goodnight KD
Night Katherine
Bye KD! Have a nice sleep!
-A
You know, any time anyone says they're going to bed, I picture them in pajamas with slippers, shuffling down the hall of the house to the room they keep here.
I'm really big on imagination.
-A
katherine for me is lounging in a robe and rises up and sort of glides down the hall
Goodnight kd. Sweet dreams
Martha
So I meant to ask - How are you feeling today?
I'm on a laptop so I'm sitting in bed already typing.
I'm doing well elena thank you
I'm in my PJ'S too already.
Sounds like everyone is fairly comfy.
-A
yes MJ you weren't real good yesterday.
make sure you get back to the doctor if it doesn't pick up .
Yep. I'm here typing but laying on my bed, chilling.
I'm in shorts and a t shirt, PJ's at 3 in the afternoon is a bit wrong
Ergo, you've been a mom for way too long.
If I'm still in my PJ'S at 3pm, then it's wrong to get out of them, cause I'll be back IN them in about 5 to 7 hours.
-A
Well goodnight you guys I'm off to bed.
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