Arms curl their way around
and into the lions gut,
pulling it down or pushing it up.
A not so subtle departure. From surrender
the lion is hurled into the abyss
or trapped in morbid curiosities, caged.
Some will gawk and ask,
How does the lion live and lair?
Where does it go when it leaves the den?
One says, “It eats the weak.”
Another, “Don’t assume to know its prey.”
Instead, just follow the beast
an insightful track trailed by medium.
The bits of captured consequence
presumed and postulated by
creatures craving more and more.
The lion’s roar is heard for miles.
Some will broadcast in a lesser voice
without notice, to others
a dip in its mouth, success.
Speak to the lion, it is denned.
It is eating. It will sleep.
It will shit, piss, fuck, and roar
for you.
p.s. that shit is corrosive even in small doses.
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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.
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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
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“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
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The Giver of Stars
Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and rippled coolness,
That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest,
Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.
Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,
That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire,
The life and joy of tongues of flame,
And, going out from you, tightly strung and in tune,
I may rouse the blear-eyed world,
And pour into it the beauty which you have begotten.
Amy lowell
lol bc so nice you said it twice
HI wendy
*smoooooooch*
Ooops, ELENA!!!!!
Are you still around???
Darn it, I just missed Martha
:(
Why is it when I am trying to go to bed early that all the animals want to play in bed.
hello 6
*pounce tackle hugs and smooches, as usual, for all*
*extra smooch for Ergo*
Hi honeybunch! How was your day?
Martha, you add color to the blog, please stay a while longer :)
I'm gonna hang out with you guys a bit more.
Can't sleep.
Hi wendy! How are you sugarplum? *runs and smothers with sloppy kisses*
Martha Jones said...
Why is it when I am trying to go to bed early that all the animals want to play in bed.
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Well, what better time for animals to PLAY, Martha???
*wink*
:) thanks wendy!
MJ I think they smell "tired", it's like smelling fear but means they get extra annoying
Friendship
And a youth said, 'Speak to us of Friendship.'
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the 'nay' in your own mind, nor do you withhold the 'ay.'
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran
Thank you anon. You caught me by surprise with your comment.
anon you are very charming!
Bleeding Chaos said...
Hi wendy! How are you sugarplum? *runs and smothers with sloppy kisses*
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Hi sweetcheeks! How are you tonight?
Has our charming Triston been here yet? I'm sure he's risen by now.
;-)
Friendship is good when you don't get burned.
Ergo,lol, I blame blogger for my double comment. Anon, how can I piss off pancake-zilla when she's not here? Unless its you.
*eyes shifting*
yeah, Mustard, exactly.
You are very welcome Martha.
Not all anons are hostile.
mustardisbetter said...
I'm gonna hang out with you guys a bit more.
Can't sleep.
+++++++++++++++++++++
Mustard: I could try singing a lullaby to you; but that would probably give you nightmares!
Pancake zilla is here? Where?
Where is that cousin o mine????
Um, no, no singing! ;)
I'll get a tune stuck in my head and then I'll for sure be in the shit.
...interesting concept. Everyone gets burned, at least once. But that makes us grow.
but even the burns teach a lesson.
I know but lately that is something that is hard to remember.
Mib sometimes it is worth having that friend even if you get burned in the end.
Hello anon or anons. Giver of stars anon: lovely post. Wendy, I'm doing alright; freshly showered and listening to some nightwish. How are you sugarplum? :)
anons confluence, score
there are 2 anons aren't there.
mustard I suppose that's what you always risk
Martha Jones said...
Thank you anon. You caught me by surprise with your comment.
========================
Martha! An anon being nice to you
*happy dance time*
THAT is unusual (lately)
It's about darn time!
Thank you for being nice to Martha nice anon!
Anon you and I seem to be thinking on the same wavelength.
Yeah, being burned does teach lessons, and we never know until we're burned, but that shit hurts nonetheless.
well I'm only one of them, so I'm guessing at least two
Nightwish!!!! Good choice, BC.
I'm okay. A bit tired tonight.
Ms. Kitty's memorial service is tomorrow, so It shall be long, sad day.....
I need to find a song so that it will get stuck in MIB's head.
damn, straight, Mustard. Putting yourself out there always seems to welcome the flaming cig on the wrist from someone you thought loved you. But we keep trying.
No you don't, MJ!
Thanks to myself, I was sing "Call Me" all freakin' day.
I mean, seriously. That will drive you mad.
mustardisbetter said...
Um, no, no singing! ;)
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Ohhhh........now I am really, REALLY wanting to sing! ;-)
It would probably scare my doggies half to death though :/
Putting yourself out there always seems to welcome the flaming cig on the wrist from someone you thought loved you.
Yup, pretty much!
But we keep trying.
Still working on it!
Martha Jones said...
I need to find a song so that it will get stuck in MIB's head.
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THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY!!!!!
Well, thank you sugarplum, and now I'm listening to some evanescence. I hope the service goes well tomorrow and that you'll have a smile on your face sometime during the day. Services are never easy *hugs*
Ep I was looking up annoying songs and I found a list were Badger badger badger badger...Mushroom mushroom was number 20.
but there's always the want to connect with someone. It always starts out good, but so far it turns to shit in the end.
hello again all
Did I miss anything exciting?
Hey, Elena!
It always starts out good, but so far it turns to shit in the end.
Well, and also, people can only give so much. So, there's that, too.
ohhhh.....
I know who Mustard LOVES!
Song for Mustard
:D
Gah, don't remind me of the patridge family ;D
I think I love you so what am I so afraid of? I'm afraid I'm not sure of...
Elena we have nice anons in here tonight. It has been so long that I forgot what it was like to to talk to a nice anon.
YAY! it is a very irritating song
what was no 1 the crazy frog? AAAAAAAAAAAGH
now I hve the partrigde family in my head!!!!!!
Wendy I hope it's a lovely service that highlights her life and allows those present to remember her fondly
Is there a Ray Toro underneath that blue linky thing?
'Cause, honestly, I'm afraid to click. >.<
;)
BC I love that song!!!!!
but then, do you keep trying, or just give up and start maybe crocheting and picking out cats at the local shelter?
Elena said...
hello again all
Did I miss anything exciting?
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ELENA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's pretty quiet tonight. Some nice anons around. Refreshing, ain't it? ;-)
How are you, love? How's Jake?
BC: Thank you, sweetcheeks.
*big hug*
Mib this one is for you. By the way you are very lucky I don't know how to do links.
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you're coming from
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me my love you can call me any day or night
Call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me oh my love
When you're ready we can share the wine
Call me
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love
Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami.
Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi
Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway
Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway
Call me my life
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Take me out and show me off
Put me on the scene
Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties
You're the man no in between
I know what you words can mean
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Call me in my life
Call me call me in a sweet design
Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Anon, but that's not always the case. Sometimes it can suck in the beginning, but sometimes in the end, the connection can turn out to be wonderful, even when you least expect it.
Damn, I have a one track mind I think.
RJA.
Nope.
Will. Get. Stuck.
Mustard: you will just have to click to find out ;-)
Okay, here's a hint:
there's a Ronnie, Duke, Joey and Elias :D
but then, do you keep trying, or just give up and start maybe crocheting and picking out cats at the local shelter?
Quite a range of options, Anon!
The logical answer is to keep trying, but again, that shit's hard, too.
Nice Anon's? Cool!
Jake is just fine. Right now he's carrying around a sock he seems quite fond of.
MJ?
Did you see my reasoning behind posting that song today?
Oh noooooo Martha! Not Blondie!
Pssst: you should post THE RAPTURE lyrics in honor of Elena
:))
Ep the number 1 song on the list
its a small world after all
but what if you always expect it to turn bad? What then?
Ergo, I think wendy is addicted to that song. A while back, I was posting some of the lyrics and she got hooked I think she blames me for that ^_^
Your welcome sugarplum :D
but what if you always expect it to turn bad? What then?
Can't help you there. I don't know. Still trying to figure that one out, too.
I'm sorry Mib no I didn't. I hope it wasn't bad.
mustard you and me both!
he just does that to a gal!
As long as your foot isn't in it, Elena. ;-)
Tinker Belle loves (as in insists on pulling them off) to help me put on socks.
"Rapture"
Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotised
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercuries and Subarus
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said don't stop, do punk rock
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!
I am comment 666. interesting.
anon then you have the problem of the "self fulfilling prophesy" what you expect often happens as you subconciuosly make decisions to bring it about
Anon, if you expect it to never work out, then I guess the other option is to leave, but every situation is different so I don't know.
Mj, gah, I hate that song. Hi elena.
I love ALL RJA songs, BC!
And, YEP! It was your fault when The Partridge Family got stuck in my head. I was singing that song for weeks, lol!
Good morning ladies!
Come
We Dance!!
oh you know I was so proud of myself whoen I could sing along with Rapture!
ergoproxy said...
anon then you have the problem of the "self fulfilling prophesy" what you expect often happens as you subconciuosly make decisions to bring it about
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Very true, Ergo. Expect the worse, the worse will happen.....
mustard you and me both! he just does that to a gal!
Yes, I know. I curse the very ground he walks on, because the wingspan of his fingers makes it so incredibly DIFFICULT to try and learn a song on the guitar. But, I'm not hatin' or nuthin'. ;)
I ♥ Raymond Toro's Finger Skillz
I'm sorry Mib no I didn't. I hope it wasn't bad.
Nuh uh. Not bad, but freakin' hilarious. Someone hacked MCR's official Myspace and posted a bullitin requesting cell phone numbers all in hopes that the band would call you.
Freaked me out to be honest.
but what if you always expect it to turn bad? What then?
Well than at least I hope you had some fun with the person. Try to remember the good times.
I have been doing that a lot lately.
Thanks for posting "Rapture" ANON
Wow my own theme song!
good evening Triston where shall we dance?
so it's all my fault every guy is a dick?
Triston!!!!!!!
Hello and welcome back, Lord Triston!
Shall we waltz tonight?
Or would you prefer a more modern dance?
She's a maniac maniac on the floor
And she dances like she's never danced before
Pure cheese ^_^
*sigh*
majic finger skillz
Why Ergoproxy...where else...amongst the stars.
*sigh*
majic finger skillz
I can't believe I said "wingspan." O_o
I remember reading that but some how I missed the call me part.
The sad thing about that little incident is that a lot of young girls most likely gave out the information the people were asking for.
Actually...Prefer to waltz.So much more personal, Don't you agree?
Rapture anon: Thank You!!!
That's Elena's theme song now
:D
aon at 12:48 I really doubt that's your fault!
and not all of them are, but all have one (you generally hope so anyway)
I love the waltz, Triston.
I do agree!
How are you on this lovely night?
Hello Triston Anatole how are you?
Anon what is this about every guy being a dick because of you? Please explain.
yeah, and that's all they seem to think with!
Alright, dudes and dudesses.
I'm gonna drop my note and head on out. I'm also going to make myself dream something tonight so I can rush back here and tell you all about it in the morning.
Mostly, what I need you to do is help me with this.
I need you to believe that, in my dream, I can play the "Venom" solo. That's what I want to dream tonight. So, get to wishin'!
Good evening triston. How are you? What shall we dance to? Anon, no, not every guy is a dick. There's still some good ones out there somewhere.
oh trison you mad mad fool!
(ok that was from a movie and I cannot recall which one!)
waltzing is far nicer, hope you have stamina there are a few of us ladies to trip the light fantastic with!
ergoproxy said...
aon at 12:48 I really doubt that's your fault!
and not all of them are, but all have one (you generally hope so anyway)
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LOL ERGO!!!!
Yeah, it does come in 'handy', from time to time, doesn't it?
:p
Mayo, dude. I hope you're getting way more sleep than I feel like I'm getting. This is the third night in a row I've not been able to shut down. And now I'm in front of a computer looking up old interviews that I know, I fucking know, will send me back down the snake hole.
And you know what? I'm not even sure why I do this. It's not like it's intentional, more like I become overwhelmed by curiosity. But, even that's strange, because I know the story backwards and fowards. I know what happened, and I know the outcome. Why the hell do I torture myself with rereading it?
"There's a beauty in it." This is the most effed up "beauty" I've ever seen, Mayo, but it's the honest truth. You allow yourself to be that way, to do those things because it's comfortable, because it's required. Because it makes sense.
But, does it really? No, it doesn't. It's so messed up, dude. It is the ass-end of every living creature. But he gets it, I get it, and millions of other people get it. It's just facing facts, and I will not do that. I will not admit it.
He, unknowingly, paved the way for a generation of people just like me. There are so many people out there that need to know that don't. But, there will be others who don't care, just a bunch of damn "freaks" anyway. And those, Mayo? Those are the people who don't understand. Those are the people who will never get this.
I think I just answered my own question, again, tonight. In a roundabout way, I just answered it. Man, this takes me forever.
Anyway, Mayo. I really, really hope you never do this. It's sometimes not worth it. And more than that, I hope you can sleep!
Have a great night, dude. See you in the morning light.
SS, It's been awhile! So long, in fact, we may have to head up a search party and send your direction! Fingers crossed that everything is well and good and bright where you are.
Have a good night!
1--2---3--4--1--2--3--4
I have never waltz before.
thank you to the anon who posted the song lyrics and the poetry
I am not sure yet.Takes me a while to get my wits about me. I am here and that is a very good start!!How are you very lovely ladies tonight?...and thank you for reading my work!
Triston:
I'm not sure if you have the pleasure of 'meeting' Martha, Elena, and Mustard yet......
I believe you have met Ergo....
All, lovely ladies!
Goodnight and sweet dreams mustard. Waltzing sounds lovely triston.
Good night Mustard and sweet dreams to you!
Goodnight MIB
Terrible confession - I can't dance. Hell I've never even been to a dance.
Well ergoproxy...I have much stamina. and what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.I can think of worse ways to meet my demise.
Hello ladies it is very much a pleasure to meet all of you.
Triston: Your work is dark and beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with us :)
I am doing pretty good triston, thank you for asking. And yourself?
haven't you already demised, being a vampire and all?
"stamina"...HA!
Elena...you can dance I am sure. Myself I love to dance what better way to get a chance to hold your partner so close.
Elena You and me both. I move like a fish out of water.
Elena said...
Terrible confession - I can't dance. Hell I've never even been to a dance.
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Elena: you only need to feel the rhythm of the beat. I KNOW you can do that ;-)
Vampires meet their demise daily!
I can't say enough about stamina, Triston. It is a most admirable trait!
When it feels like the world is on your shoulders
and all of the madness has got you goin crazy
It's time to get out, step out into the street
Where all of the action is right there at your feet,
well..
I know a place where we can dance the whole night away
underneath the electric stars
Just come with me and we can shake your blues right away
You'll be doin fine once the music starts...Oh!
To the beat of the rhythm of the night
dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
we can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night..
oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
Look out on the street now, the party's just beginning
The music's playing, a celebration's starting
Under the streetlights, the scene is being set
A night for romance, A night you won't forget, so
Come join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home
mmm..there's too much going on...oh!
Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known
We're gonna have a good time the whole night long...oh!
To the beat of the rhythm of the night
dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
we can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night..
oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
oohh baby....aww darlin...oohhh baby...wooooooooo....
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la
The music's playin!
It's a celebration!
The music's playin, everybody dance!
To the beat of the rhythm of the night
dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
we can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night..
oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
We also have problems maintaining relationships. Imagine having to explain why you've been out till dawn on a daily basis...it is quite a drain.
Ohhh...but you Vampires love that. Makes you "get up" every night.
you're welcome triston and thanks for reading mine!
If my mind wasn't already in the gutter, it would be there now with all this talk
Pleasure to meet you Triston.
Perhaps I can dance but then again I would hate to step on my partner’s feet.
Triston Anatole said...
Vampires meet their demise daily!
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They meet their food daily as well!
So, does anything look appetizing to you tonight, sir?
I would like to make ONE request:
Please, no dining on my friends!
;-)
It would be a bit difficult to explain let alone the stains you may bring home on your clothing!
Soft lips against my ear
Sweet words murmured in a breath
'I love you, my angel.'
Coaxing lips along my cheek
Persuasive words spoken in a hush
'You stole my heart.'
Insistent lips upon my mouth
Urgent words growled in a rasp
'I want you.'
Skin on skin
No more words
You are my love
Elena: YOU can step on my feet any time!
*note to self: pack steel toe boots for trip to Kansas*
Martha: Your mind is in the gutter?
NO! We all know what an angel you are. *wink nudge wink*
Are we talking about dancing stamina here. Have we moved on to carnal stamina? ;)
Love/hate, love/hate/love, love/hate/hate, love/hate/hate/hate/lust...fun, isn't it?
Dining on my friends. Yes very carnal indeed!! ;) Silly me and I was only looking to dance!
just like a Buffy episode.
why dancing of course!
whatever could you mean *fans self*
hello Angel!
Wendy steel toe boots is probably a very good idea.
Hello Angel - Beautiful words!
ergoproxy said...
It would be a bit difficult to explain let alone the stains you may bring home on your clothing!
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That's what those 'protein' stain devils are for Ergo!
But Triston, what better place to live (or not) than New Orleans.
The city, itself, does not come alive until after Midnight!
Perfect for creatures of the night!
BC: where did you go, sweetcheeks?
Are you looking for a waltz?
Hello Angel. It is good to see you again. How is your evening?
Did someone say "Buffy?"
Please tell me Spike is here!
Hello angel how are you?
Vampires and angels Mayo's blog gets some very interesting guests
Triston Anatole said...
Are we talking about dancing stamina here. Have we moved on to carnal stamina?
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I have a feeling you would do well in both areas ;-)
Anon, I happy to love Buffy ^_^
I'm here sugarplum, I had to step out for a few minutes. A waltz would be lovely, but not likely tonight so it seems.
Why!! Anon...That is it exactly!! You have it. The ingredient for true love. Its an endless cycle isnt it!! To feel all of these emotions for someone, only to return to the first one.
Hello Angel!
How are you tonight?
Still missing your 'heart', I bet.
I love Spike, I have him on my keychain.
Spike is pretty cool.
Love ...Hate....Lust
and thank you anon616 I always try to be creative and give my everything.
Martha Jones said...
Vampires and angels Mayo's blog gets some very interesting guests
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Indeed it does, Martha!
Now, if only a werewolf or two would show up. :D
A gracious good evening to you all, Elena, Ergoproxy, Anon616, Martha Jones, Triston Anatole, and Anonymous.
Before anything else, I would like to address something that I intended to address yesterday evening.
Someone suggested my writings were for someone named "Zombiekat". This person is not known to me, therefore my writings are not for them. My love knows who they are, and they are aware of my expressions of emotion.
Also, I happened upon news of Amyranth's loss earlier this evening. Would someone please send her my apologies and concern?
Well than I must ask do you guys watch Torchwood?
T'is always best to give it your all, Triston.....
I, for one, always appreciate that!
Elena: What do you think?
Vampires come in many guises...a wolf being only one of them.
If she doesn't read back I'll try to make sure she knows
Angel.
goodness Wendy I don't know if I want werewolves about!
Angel said...
Would someone please send her my apologies and concern?
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Angel: we shall make sure Amy receives your message.
I do believe she asked us to say hello to you, as well!
Bleeding Chaos, my apologies for not greeting you in my previous comment. You must have been away from your computer at that time. I am well. Are you feeling better?
It's sad that a family can be torn apart by something as simple as a pack of wild dogs. Something to ponder, hmmmmmm
what phase is the moon tonight?
Come to me in darkness leave behind the light. Whisper softly of your dark desires. Feel my body tremble. I open my arms to welcome you. I open my self to the darkness. I am yours forever and ever.
Triston Anatole said...
Vampires come in many guises...a wolf being only one of them.
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Indeed, Triston!
And, aren't wolves gorgeous creatures! I adore them.
Ergo: Just remember: It is not the wolf that is evil; but the person the wolf bites.
;-)
Sorry Wendy
I keep getting distracted. What do I think of what?
Yes 616...it is a horrible thing to be left hanging there. I hope this has never happened to you.
Hello true love, oz. Oz, I think the full moon is not up tonight. It's three days of darkness I believe.
That's okay Angel. I had to step away from the computer. You were right. I'm doing much better, thank you for asking.
As for Oz, don't worry. He's a cool werewolf ^_^
Triston Anatole said...
It's sad that a family can be torn apart by something as simple as a pack of wild dogs. Something to ponder, hmmmmmm
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Or worse than wild dogs....
wild, rabid hyennas!
I always fancied being one of those sexy wafty vampire women, you know the ones always with floaty dresses and long hair that creep up under the covers?
Make believe, stays in make believe.
* gently kisses the back of your neck, all the way to the end of your spine*
oh Oz is a werewolf.
in buffy? I never got to watch it
True love!! That is very very lovely.To be welcome and someone willing to open themselves up to the darkness.
Elena said...
Sorry Wendy
I keep getting distracted. What do I think of what?
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Of stamina? Of giving your all?
Ha, silly question. I know you love the idea!
Blogger ergoproxy said...
I always fancied being one of those sexy wafty vampire women, you know the ones always with floaty dresses and long hair that creep up under the covers?
March 20, 2008 1:27 AM
And just where are you planning to bite people Ep
Ask and ye shall receive!
Welcome OZ!
Are you here, my love?
I love the scene with the Vamps in Brahm Stokers Dracula, I never know what part comes after that scene, I always seem to black out. ;)
back in 15
wouldn't you like to know wendy!
Werewolves, Angels and vampires. What other supernatural people will visit us here.
Martha: We forgot to tell Triston what you tastes like!
She tastes like vanilla death, Triston! I know, she's blown me many kisses :D
Oh no, I hope you weren't left hanging, Triston....
Maybe
ergoproxy said...
back in 15
wouldn't you like to know wendy!
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You tease! ;-)
Ergo, yep, Oz is a werewolf in the show, but he's a good one. The only thing is, the Scooby Gang(The Slayer and her friends) has to lock him up in the school library when there's a full moon, and if he attacks, they have to use a tranquilizer gun, but other than that he's cool. He plays in a band.
Triston, sounds to me if you are longing for true love yourself.
Have you chosen a name for yourself as of yet?
Martha Jones said...
Werewolves, Angels and vampires. What other supernatural people will visit us here.
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Don't forget about the Ghost, Martha!
I love blogbelieve at night!
Yes True Love...Pain torment unrequited love. To be spurned. Much pent up anxiety here...my next love had better be wearing seatbelts!!
haha 6 I forgot about that. Which is better being death or god?
Angel: has your love shown up, yet? I am very happy to hear that your love is not who some thought she/he was......
I do hope that person is getting the professional help they need, though!
Anon616, it sounds as if this "Zombiekat" is a troubled soul.
I'm thinking. While I do, let me put my arms around you, and gently kiss your lips.
Now I must go.
But Triston Anatole won't that take some of the fun out of it.
After all you are a vampire.
Poor Triston. Don't you worry. With your charm, your wit, your intelligence, I'm sure you will find them. MJ, I would go with god. *insert triumphant, evil grin*
Angel, I think the other anon is not your true love. It sounds like someone who is pretending.
Pain, torment, darkness, belts, anxiety...
mention chains and cages and I might think you're speaking of The Dungeon, Triston!
Take your time, my dearest. I shall wrap my wings around you; I shall softly return that kiss. Rest well.
angel said...
Anon616, it sounds as if this "Zombiekat" is a troubled soul.
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From her writings here, it would appear as though she is.
As I said, I do hope she is now getting the professional help she needs. I also hope she has the love and support of TRUE friends....
I don't know Martha..To me it is all fun. It is all part of a life. The wins, the losses. A few losses make the wins so much sweeter. Are all losses truly losses, some are just delays, obstacles to be overcome.
Martha Jones said...
haha 6 I forgot about that. Which is better being death or god?
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Heck Martha! I've never been either! I'm kinda thankful for that ;-)
In shadows I wait for your call. I can feel the darkness coming, calling to me. Eyes closed I feel your touch. Your fingers caress my cheek, and I open my eyes. I see nothing yet I can still feel you, hear you. Now I understand you are the darkness.
Thank you Bleeding Chaos. I worry little though. Especially over things I have no control over. I can only control myself, um, most of the time anyway.
Triston, when you find your next love, think of her, for that is what you once had.
Triston Anatole I like how you think.
I will say it is an obstacle to over come.
True love. You have a hauntingly beautiful soul. That is very nice.
Triston, you're welcome. And you are hilarious as well. And that is a attractive quality.
Bleeding Chaos, thank you for your advice. I believe, however, that there have been more anonymous souls here than just my love. It is kind of you to watch over me.
I must leave you all for now, though. Good evening, rest well.
True Love: are you Angel's love?
It does get so confusing trying to figure out who is speaking to whom around here....
Good night Angel! You rest well too. Have wonderful dreams of your love!
Anon...how many next loves can I endure. I have been wrestling with this one for far too long. Makes for nice poetry though. Let me enjoy the pain of this one ! So much for love..now back to our carnal knowledge discussion. Seems that is the road I am set upon for now.
angel and true love you are both very sweet to read
triston - seatbelt! goodness!!
Wendy, I believe they are. Angel, it was my pleasure. Goodnight and rest well.
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