willowed cables entwined
confident in the bind
strait and narrow, strong
slight curve at the hilt
meeting emotion
with a halt
holding decision
above impulse
strong, wise and steady
grounded by design
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Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Art by: Toujours
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
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 2315 Newer› Newest»Simply how much of their care are they wasting on you??
It's not a waste.
Bye BC and Elune!
WOW,an Italian anon...yeah, right.
mayonaise said...
strait and narrow, strong
slight curve at the hilt
er...we don't need to know about your slight curve...TMI
You are surprising your dad for his birthday. This sounds really cool!
Bye, BC! Hurry up with your shower and come back soon!
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
...Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
...Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:--
...So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
...When twofold silence was the song of love.
DAMN YOU, MUSTARD!!!
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
I'm fainting.
You defeated me.
Me, the mistress of the firsties!!!
Do you ever feel guilty over THIS BLOG "Mayonaise"? First you tricked them. They came here, you tricked them to make them stay. You have spent months soaking up their beautiful words and their beautiful hearts. They write you poems, stories about you, they draw for you and send you pictures, one posts songs two or three times a day, they share their lives with you, they offer you support and unconditional love. And once a month or so you can be bothered to say HELLO to them. These women are nice and some of them are truley talented. They love you.
Do you ever feel guilty..... Or are you just simply used to constant female attention being centered on you, and well wishes, and it no longer means anything to you, anything at all.
Anon 5:43
I would go with underestimate. Sometimes even I do that.
Anon 5:50
Caring about someone and showing your concern is not a handout where you expect to receive something in return. Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't.
Later BC.
Murky i think that is good way to explain it.
Hands..... heart..... sword....
Yes, some of you know who I am. Rest assured that even if Mayo doesn't appreciate you, I do.
Caring is never wasted.
it should be good siobhan I'm going to just be sitting outside a store he'll be at, and my brother arrives by taxi later (he's travelling from the other side of the country, me from 1000km north)
plus we are off to a really top restaurant for dinner!
Take that Siobhan-san! >:)
Well, thank you anon 5:57
I don't know who you are though. This is getting interesting, no way will I leave now.
Hello redrum how are you?
It's not a waste to me either.
Guys, I'm outta here!!! 5PM! I made it through.
I will see you all in a bit.
♥ to all of you.
I don't feel like I'm wasting my care here, anon.
anon @ 5:57 thanks, and we all appreciate each other, I am sure mayo appreciates us, perhaps he has difficulty putting that directly into words
Bye anima and hi redrum!
Gaaaaaaaaaah!
It hurts so much!
hello redrum how are you?
First you tricked them. They came here, you tricked them to make them stay.
-------------------------------------
First of all, Mayonaise made this blog to counteract against "Love Man" and her opinions, and second, he did not tricked us. We came on our free will.
They don't do these things because they want something from Mayo, they do these things because they care about him.
It is my belief that if Mayo never spoke to them at all, they would still continue to talk to him, write poems etc.
Mayo can not speak with them too frequently or it would become clear that he is not who some believe him to be. It is easier and more convenient to be shrouded in mystery. The charade continues; nobody is being hurt.
Anon,
I cannot say that I know Mayo, so I cannot say how he feels about anything. I do like the depth of his sentiment, expressed in these posts, I enjoy interpreting them, prob. incorrectly, and I enjoy the amiable company.
I have a hunch, however, that Mayo does derive some positive outcome from this experience or he (or she) wouldn't be here.
Bye Anima *squeeze*
Hello redrum
Hello. I'm all right, thank you.
bye anima
Anon, that was really sweet. And to the other anons showing their care, thank you for your words to the lovelies here.
I just feel Mayo's just a little off today. I do think it was kind of shitty not to say hello, but whatever - he could just be having a bad day. *shrugs*
He doesn't seem to 'own' this post. Kind of 'passive' with the lack of caps and punctuation.
I think I worry too much.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGIC!!!!!
Later anima.
Is it a waste of my time to come here and care
Sometimes I feel it is other times I don't. It all depends on the mood I am in at the time and the vibe I get from this place.
Now I can take a shower. Be back soon.
Ti amo tutti
Hi Anima!
Hi Redrum!
How are you?
I would be lost without this place.
Never will I take my time here for granted.
I will keep on giving and hope that someone, anyone, finds something in it.
I expect nothing in return, from any of the visitors to Mayo's or from Mayo himself.
It's not how I work.
Love Unexpressed
The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull with rust;
The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels, are clogged with dust;
We pipe and pipe again our dreary music upon the self-same strains,
While sounds of crime, and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains.
On through the world we go, an army marching with listening ears,
Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he never hears;
Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort, a word of tender praise,
A word of love, to cheer the endless journey of earth's hard, busy days.
They love us, and we know it; this suffices for reason's share.
Why should they pause to give that love expression with gentle care?
Why should they pause? But still our hearts are aching with all the gnawing pain
Of hungry love that longs to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain.
We love them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb,
Among the unused strings of love's expression, the notes are dumb.
We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow, leaving the words unsaid,
And, side by side with those we love the dearest, in silence on we tread.
Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils,
Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills.
The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is:
Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.
ok I'm off back in a few hours!
play nice ! heehee
remember "it's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye!"
(I just used that line here for real! lol)
No it's not about getting something in return but at times this place has away of getting to you. When we have good times here you feels so happy.
But the bad times can drag you down and make you want to run away.
Later ep
They don't do these things because they want something from Mayo, they do these things because they care about him.
It is my belief that if Mayo never spoke to them at all, they would still continue to talk to him, write poems etc.
Mayo can not speak with them too frequently or it would become clear that he is not who some believe him to be. It is easier and more convenient to be shrouded in mystery. The charade continues; nobody is being hurt.
--------
Kind of like a religion. Complete with nuns and everything.
Guys, I'm off.
Sorry but I'm not in the best mood right now.
Goodnight Mayo and SS.
Goodnight Family.
Love you all.
The one at 6:18 PM sums up for me how it seems like these women get along with Mayo and how he treats them. That sums up the relationship here.
Mayo did you post that? Is it your way of saying you are sorry you can't say what it means to you?
I hope so for the sake of the lovelies.
Bye Ergo!
Bye Bella!
Anon,
I find religion more of a one way street, with church, whichever one, always at its apex. I don't get that sense here.
People caring has rarely been a problem with the world. It's when people don't care or care only for themselves that problems arise.
Good evening Mayo.
Good evening all.
So I'm getting that you want to reiterate that you are firm and resolute and that nothing will break you, you will bend against the onslaught?
Yes/No/Maybe/None of my business?
Acknowledgements:
To all those absent, lurking and generally not around - HELLO!
Lucylu - bummer about the roof.
Kapunua - you looked stunning in your dress.
RW - I salute you :D
Jade - thanks for getting back to us
Miss T and Bikey - where are you two? Hmm? HMMM? * wiggles eyebrows*
Cupcake - hope you are okay
Triston - welcome. I shall apologise in advance because I am used to spelling Triston with an A so I can assure you I will get it wrong at some point.
Elune - nice to see you again.
Frank and Jamia - heartfelt wishes and love to the both of them.
P.S Get your bloody hands out of your pockets man, and that goes for your mates as well.
So how's it diddling today?
I am not Mayo.
Then what are you trying to say, and who are you saying it to?
Hi GS!
How are you doing?
Long time, no read!
Hi Siobhan, I'm fine thanks. How are you?
Have my marvellous super powers chased everyone away again?
A fellow anon to another, venture to my blog if you wish.
No need to take names. Feel comfortable in the layer you choose.
Oh, hello Martha :)
What? Where did she go?
* lifts rug *
Oh, sorry, Knipp, Knopp and Knapp!
I think we're alone now.
There doesn't seem to be anyone around.
Goodbye bella and hello GS how are you?
Oops - I read strait as a typo...
I wonder what the crisis, the position of difficulty is...
The beating of our hearts is the only sound.
Oh the memories.
Hi Martha, fine thanks, are you?
Hello Miranth.
Running just as fast as we can...
I'm well GS. We seem to be getting a lot of new players.
I wonder what the crisis, the position of difficulty is...
With a strait being between two bodies of water ... umm, maybe he's stuck between the bath and the toilet :D
Anonymous said...
Mya, did you just come back for Mayo? For Mayo to answer you?
You should just leave.
March 13, 2008 2:29 PM
Cute...
Holding on to one another's hands.
As long as they play nice Martha, it's cool.
Has GV been seen lately?
Open palm like a starfish
on white sand screen
waiting
and so,
and so,
no worries, waiting
it is for me to look up
look up
to look up alone
it is for me to
not envy
not envy
to not envy the tanabata stars
and so,
so,
really there is no need
and sir, she said
sir, she said,
and sir, she said
again,
really there is no call for this
empty black box
in a vague white state,
leave it to you,
leave it,
leave it to you to
obfuscate
and they say,
yes, this is
IT,
this is IT,
fare thee,
fare thee
and nevermore
and evermore
and nevermore again
but at Shallot
where shadows make me
half sick
but only,
only half,
and the web still delights
weaving the mirror's
magic sights
when lovely woman
stoops to folly
and makes three paces,
makes three paces
and makes three paces
around the room again
and leaves the web
and leaves the loom
a name will die
but just a name,
the spider lives on
all the same.
Hello Mya!
Hello Mya how are you?
It is good to see your name here again.
Tryin' to get away into the night...
Hi there, Mya!
Haven't seen you for a while.
How is it going?
Hi, GS, Martha, Siobhan
How are you guys?
Manifested vixens call out thou?
Speckled layers strum to crescent shadows and seldom scenes.
And then she puts her arm around me...
Mya an anon said there was a new post on her blog. But I lost the Url so I haven't seen it.
Back to poetry Mayonaise? I love it. There's just something about poetry that helps explain you better. It gives me a better picture in my head than anything else.
I hope everything in your life is alright Mayonaise. =]
xoxo;
- 007
All the World’s a Stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And we tumble to the ground and then we say
That song reminds me of Tiffany and NKOTB. Can you believe they are getting back together. Why?
Mya I am doing well.
I think we're alone now...
And we tumble to the ground and then you say...
I think bikey and Miss t have run off together.
Jules, one day you will teach me how to do that.
You will. I will make you. ;)
"All the world's a stage"-Touchstone-the most intelligent "Fool" in literature.
Hi there, PH!
How are you, doll?
MJ, I think it's for the money. What else?
Apologies Anon to the disable of anon comments of my blog.
It's fixed now.
-Anon
Bye, All!
Happy Blogging!
The roses ponder such petals.
Hello Ph how are you?
Money it's always for the money.
About two hours ago my daughter's friend rang me from London where she is seeing a band in concert specifically so I could hear that they were doing ' Uptown Girl '.
Why you ask? Because she knows I HATE that song. She was all like ' Just for you ******, love you!! '.
She'd better watch her back I can tell you. Be afraid Legs, be very afraid. Revenge will be sweet.
Bye, Mya! Take care!
Guys, I'm off as well.
Have a fun morning/day/afternoon/evening/night!
Good night!
Bye Mya.
Good night Siobhan.
Mayo, my man (I think?)... long time, no read. Cryptic as ever, I see.
Is this a post of admiration, or derision? 'Cuz if you don't like strong-ass peoples, then you in da wroooooong place, darlin'!
How the fuck is everyone!??!?!
Goodnight Mya and Siobhan have sweet dreams
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
OH MY HOLY HELL!!
SISSY M!
How the bloody hell are you my lovely?
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Doesn't work like that for me, but it's a lovely descriptive scene.
SISTERM NIGHT SHAMALLAMA!
You're at Mayo's! All dressied up in BLUE!
Hangin' in there, GS, hangin' in there. Work's been a bitch, puter at home is virused, and free time has been meager. Other than that, life goes on. How are you? Had any good BJ discussions lately?? ^_~
Hi, newbies! I'm the resident Bitch in Boots, and co-captain of the NutBusters© kickball team. Welcome to BlogBelieve.
Nothing I can show
that isn't already inside
a droplet of purity in an
ocean of filth
and metaphor,
eyes-deep in sound
of raw aesthetic,
already truly
the gods made thee
poetic.
Now to the nameless.
Me: ridiculing verse along
with the clowns
the stage:
a screen,
I laugh along with them
and oh,
lay it on with a trowel
and to wit,
I make thee away
when you get too deep
and truth:
we have seen better days
I will laugh like a hyena
when you are inclined to sleep.
Hi Mustard, are you stopping or flitting back to the porch?
♥♪♫♪♥, Mustardz! ^_^
Oh, how I missed your sarcastic, witty meffin' self, SisterM.
So good to have you back among the dead.
I mean living.
Nevermind.
It's back and forth, GS. Back and forth. ;)
I'm hanging out with Sdock and a newly arrived Anon.
I can be at both places at once though!
*insert music notes here 'cause I forgot the number and my Alt key hates me :(*
Told You So
Be careful when you touch me
I will cling to you like a stain
I'll slice you like a razorblade
and make you scream from the pain
Don't bother wasting time on me
I'm shattered and I'm broken
How can you put me back together
When you don't even know me.
I'm not saying this to hurt you
although honesty often does
You think you see right through me
but I'm as clear as mud
I will only let you hold
the pieces I don't need
I save the sharp ones for myself
and use them to make me bleed
See I warned you not to get to close
I'll ruin your favorite shirt
You can't cease the blood flow
for someone who likes to hurt
So now I'm on your clothes
and your hands are rusty red
Don't say I didn't warn you
You should have listened to what I said
Written by: Solly/sdock10
Hello sis m how are you?
Please email me
Life, my friend, is a mindless cycle of monotony. But, I am fed, clothed and working so, you know, it doesn't suck.
Talking of which, no I haven't, we shall have to remedy that ;)
What is your favourite sexy track? Meaning one that you heard and just went ' God, that's raunchy ' as opposed to one that has a personal connection to you.
Mine, weirdly is: Disturbed - Fear
It's the sort of track that makes me think of dark and dirty rock clubs where everyone is squashed up close and it's hot and the baseline gets you in your very core and it's really gutteral and tribal. Love it.
Well damn my timing is awful. I keep missing people.
who was it that her little sister ran away and also...did she come back??
Sexy track? "Smooth Up In Ya" by the BulletBoyz. (80's cheese, but still a sexy song.)
"Honey" is right up there, too. ^_~
Good to BE back, Mustardz. ^_^
It was Jade's little sister, Anon.
She did return safely.
Great news, right?! :)
Anon that was jade. I think she is back at home now.
Anon, that was Andrea. And no, she won't be back.
Sister Midnite, is that you?? 0_0
BulletBoyz? That's one to Youtube later! Why is it your favourite? Gimme reasons :)
very good news, mustard and martha
Hello RW. You're early missus, I was expecting you in about 88 comments time :D
Hello Rw how are you?
Also I think blogger is going to go down in about 9 minutes
Why is Blogger going to go down?
Yes it is anon.
Sis m what is this about Andrea
I'm trying to find out MIb
Hello RW. You're early missus, I was expecting you in about 88 comments time :D
I couldn't wait that long, GS! And hello, by the way :)
And hullo to you too, MJ :)
Oh, damn. It is about to go *POOF*
They're having a scheduled outage.
I'll see you all in a bit if we get cut off!
Blogger Status
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Blogger will be unavailable Thursday (3/13) at 5:00PM PDT for about 10 minutes for maintenance.
Thanks, MJ!
you welcome i'm off to the shower
Blogger is still up
Tick, tick, tick, tick ...
I shall say good night now.
Good night all.
Good night Mayo.
Whoops, forgot ...
... TTFN.
The aspects you describe
all colored reds and blacks
scream out and circumscribe
what neither of you lacks
while everything you say
as you own up, does cling
we'd hardly waste a day
from autumn until spring
if the pieces though intense
truly only caused us pain
it's only common sense
to cut against the grain
you have to get too close
and revel in the dirt
and dance among the ghosts
and to hell with the bloody shirt
though tasting all this ink
is lonesome, trying, baleful
when you're standing on the brink,
there's no such thing as careful
For Gnothi, when she's back.
I like the song because it's great to have sex to. :) Just the right rhythm, and the bass line rocks. ^_^
G'nite! *hugz*
Hiya, RW! ^_^
Bye for now, GS :D
Hullo, Sis M!! :D
It's great to see you! How have you been, eh?
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
I was gonna write a poem about the Slaw Ass Princess and I got so tickled that I couldn't!
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
[...]
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
[...]
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that I die.
"This’ll be the day that I die."
Hi sister M. It's good to see you again. Hi RW *squeeze*
Today about killed me
just after the morning
when this bitch was down
and out without warning
The urge to hold on,
I swear it's like crack
poetics in duct tape
a panic attack
Now before there is mayhem
like with me before
know that blogger goes down
like the three dollar whore.
Weaver Girl, I love you.
Oh sister,
among the first
of the sisters,
sister
with words like
spiked heels
and wit
like slippery eels
and shining black leather
down to the floor,
once missed the score
but what matter?
None.
In the hour when
to smile is ill luck,
but smile anyway.
Welcome,
Midnight.
Hullo, BC! :)
*squeezes you back*
No difference:
prose stark,
bland like rice,
this time,
a sigh through the dark,
waiting
(for what?)
again since the lucky number nine
waiting
(I'll be waiting here for you, so)
on through to lucky number three
you know me,
waiting, so
(so if you come here,)
it means nothing when I say
"what are you thinking?
what thinking, what?"
waiting
(you'll find me, I promise.)
Hooke's Law, dear
along with what you termed me:
oh yeah, my own field here,
gravity says:
the time it takes to make one cycle
(back and forth,
back and forth)
is not reliant on the mass
of the body.
I disagree:
you are floating lightly now
but the downswing
will scrape the cement
and it is all tied up in
the mass
of your words.
I consider context,
consider the source.
As the extension, so the force.
Count upwards from nine
to three
every three or four,
by degrees
and hope:
lucky number sevens
or a lucky triple three?
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
Weaver girl, I like the poem at 8:30
Sums up blogger perfectly :D
This is just a hit and run post so see you later everyone.
Bye for now, BC. Have a good night :)
Smoke,
Oh please, oh please post a poem about the Slaw Ass Princess!!
Oh hell no. I couldn't.
I tried and I just can't do without laughing.
Do you see why? I can't even type all the words needed to make a complete sentence!
Jeez!
Please please! Just 4 lines.
a thousand times returned
my sister in rhyme
where words are like shards
but hopes are sublime
you snapped up a spark
for my eyes to perceive
and the vega star girl
only lives here to weave
I bet Weaver Girl can spin a poem about the Slaw Ass Princess.
Weaver Girl, that was a fantastic poem. Thank you. :)
Slaw Ass? I'm not even asking. ^_~
O_o I forgot how fast the comment # rises here... that'll learn me for going away! (Busy @ work, home puter virused, free time meager.)
What the hell would you say? What does that even mean?
Sis!
Basically I suck at typing. ^_^ I meant to type out SLOW Ass Princess and it came out SLAW.
BTW - PPU ♥'s SLAP
Solly,
Did you see the story about the severed fingers? Did you?
That's awful!
I told you I wasn't telling no story! :(
And the woman who got scalped? Did you see it? HORRIBLE!
No, Smoke, no I did not.
Thanks for sharing though. You rock.
Ol Slawwy you!
Mayo, I just got your profile count up to 12,000. No need to thank me ;).
Hello all RW this is for you. Because I love your reactions
* Milking it
A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in.
The doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight and found it somewhat below normal. The doctor asked if the baby was breast fed or bottle fed.
"Breast fed," the woman replied.
"Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor asked. She did. He pressed, kneaded, rolled, cupped, and pinched both breasts in a detailed, rigorously thorough examination.
Motioning for her to get dressed he said, "No wonder this baby is under weight! You don't have any milk."
"I know," she said, "I'm his grandmother, but I'm glad I came."
0_0
That's a saucy tale, MJ!
I was hoping you would like it.
To this sliver of land,
this sandbar of suburbia
stripped of firs and outstripped,
littered in stripmalls
but oh, to the south,
the roar of ocean against:
glass-pricked white sand,
there you came
(you totally did)
with your hair sunblond
and your face all tanned
and your mouth clever truth
and your eyes all fey
and a cord around your neck,
oh my chevalier,
and you swung from the sky
and you crawled on all fours
and you screamed into the wind
and you collapsed onto the floor
with a flame between your shoulders
and a fire in your throat
and a voice full of gravel
and a strange, exotic note
From the south you came
(yeah, you totally did)
but you belong to us now,
swaggering, stuttering genius kid.
A man went to the dentist. He was terrified and unfortunately the dentist said he required 2 fillings.
The dentist produced a syringe but the man screamed and said he was not going to have any injections.
The dentist asked if he could manage gas but again the man said "no", he was too scared.
The dentist asked if he was able to cope with pills. The man said "Yes, I can do that". The dentist said "okay, I will give you a viagra.
The man said: Oh, does viagra help with pain.
"No", said the dentist, "but it will give you something to hold on to while I put in your fillings".
It's official.
I love you, Weaver Girl. Let's get hitched backstage.
Adam = ♥ and grits
Well, time to soak my scaly winter skin in an oily bath. Have fun, everyone! :)
I love you, Weaver Girl. Let's get hitched backstage.
*ahem!*
I'm sure she'll share!
Right?
You will share?
Spammers.
Spammers.
^^
spanner
We Wear the Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
can I spanner the spammers?
Ooo, that one I get.
Spam on it! Spam on it!
Sp-sp-sp-sp-sp-SPAM on it!
I'm lame.
Weaver Girl, Please keep posting.
Mustard,
Isn't the Mask one great? I totally posted that one. I wanted to spam up the blog!!
you posted again today
you didn't even want to stay
you put a word straight
but you left us here to wait
you say you like us
in and out of the buzz
but what is the truth
around this decaying tooth
have you grown bored
given up your sword?
is this going to be over,
please leave me a four leaf clover.
can I spanner the spammers?
No.
Anon spammer 9:01 = spanner = local term for idiot
Weaver Girl?
May I make a selfish request?
have you grown bored
given up your sword?
is this going to be over,
please leave me a four leaf clover.
I like this. Clever.
I challenge all
in BlogBelieve to play
Try and make rhymes
with everything you say.
Sdock! That was great :)
Thank you mustardisbetter
I am no poet
I never claimed to be
It's another's words I use
That inevitably set me free
no, I'm going with the British term, where it's used for a wrench, in which case I would be able to do that, or at least have the urge to, you spanner.
You're quite welcome, Anonymous. :)
Mustard!!
Will you play along?
If you can't post a poem,
then give us a song!
Mustard, I just read your words
and you have made ol Solly proud
Don't silence your voice
Shout it out loud
maybe we should smile
all day long
it has been a while
since we sang the same song
or at least have the urge to, you spanner.
At least you're a quick learner, even if you don't like poetry.
That's something postitve I guess
On the porch there lounged a princess
quite a quick and witty dame
in blogbelieve quite a success
with a kind of nutbuster fame
With hair so gold and sunny
and combed to lack of fault,
with a smile like acid honey
full of vinegar and salt
her wits were always spot on
though not typing without flaw
sometime in draggy workdays (yawn!)
she wrote something about slaw?
No matter, said the royal miss,
and laughed along instead,
if you think you're gonna diss
I'll slap you upside your head!
*positive
Fimble Star
It's a pleasure to see you
And with a beaming smile
I will surely greet you
i once saw a duck,
that quacked the word fuck
i named it chuck
cos it rolled in muck
(god i am shit at this hehehehe)
BWhahahah!
hello there slash
do you have a big rash?
i saw you dash
to gain some cash?
I had to go for a bit but I am back now 8:58 LOL
Well it didn't take long
only 5 minutes I see
For Fimble to say fuck
and talk really dirty
From C sharp to D flat
There's nothing in between
I hear what you don't
A space unseen
Stupid freakin' homophones
Get me every time
The modern English language
Has become so asinine
Tahdah!
martha, hello
do you like jello
i like the colour yellow
it makes me mellow
For Splash to engage me,
I would be truly blessed;
the Weaver will not deny
Splash's request.
I can do this till bedtime,
like a woman possessed
even moreso if suckers
will try to protest.
Yes the poem was for Adam,
how quickly you guessed--
As to what should come after,
that's for you to suggest.
*bravo bravo*
*claps for splash*
usually this time of night
many of our friends alight
to talk about their various days before they go and hit the hay
but when it's all just nonstop poetry
it gets to be a bit of drudgery
if you want to play your games
why not take them to AIM
Her words are so stunning that
she can make me a believer
Please spin me in your web
Oh beautiful Weaver
Since you, I, and others
Hold him in high regard
A poem about Mr. Lennon
Would warm this longlost heart
Hot Damn! Hot Damn!
A poem just for me?
Weaver Girl left me speechless!
Could that really be?
Nah......prolly not!
I ♥ you, Weaver Girl!
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