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.
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Yes, I am aware.
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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
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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 2315 Newer› Newest»Carrie, are you leaving here?
I will miss you sweetie. I don't want you to go.
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
RW, not again!! ^_~
Are you OK carrie?
Again, BC!!
What's with the saucy poetry? Is someone feeling frisky??
Please credit the poet.
Yes -_~
Yes, there is some seriously dirty poetry floating around here.
Not complaining actually...
-A
Carrie, I don't want you to leave.
There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain
In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,
your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
with our tears and distant whipers.
You rock in the rain's arms
the chilly ark of your sleep,
while we wait, your night
father and mother
with our cold hands and dead flashlight,
knowing we are only
the wavering shadows thrown
by one candle, in this echo
you will hear twenty years later.
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn't what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.
Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.
Poetry anons, who are you addressing your poems to??
Who is posting the naughty poetry? ^_~
RW, not fair! :p
Oh, well I posted the Margaret Atwood, but it was just in general.
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
Yeah, the influx of romantic poetry has GOT to have a target.
Mayo maybe?
-A
Kurt Schwitters
1887-1948
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Splash said that poem looked like a boob. Now that she's said it, I can't unsee it.
A boob and a large foot.
LOL.
"I totally did."
Someone post a poem that looks like a peen!
LOL the boob, I see it.
Holy shit.
Please don't!
PLEASE DO.
Lol it does.
Dear Catholic Church
5. Contributing to widening divide between rich and poor
6. Excessive wealth
7. Creating poverty
What the fuck is this shit? I hope you sent a fax to Satan and confirmed my place in Hades because with this section alone, I've got myself a penthouse apartment.
How do you expect me to avoid excessive wealth without creating my own poverty? I live in a city of over a million people, and I cannot possibly contribute financially to every one else's wellbeing without putting myself in the poorhouse.
Heaven forbid the CATHOLIC CHURCH, with it's BUCKETS OF MONEY help out anyone in a funded program, other than the victims of your abuse scandals, eh?
-A
You have soiled thy clear blue eyes!!!
Are these new sins, A?
I thought that poem looked like a semi erect nipple.
-A
It does look like a peen, and maybe an ass as well
RW, yep. A whole new pack of guilt to be delivered by the priests.
Whatta bunch.
-A
Deary me.
Good thing I gave up guilt for Lent.
Ha ha, poor anon.
LOL RW.
My ass!
My ass!
My kingdom for an ass!
ROFL.
I don't give stuff up for Lent anymore. Makes me too irritable, and it's ALL downhill from there.
-A
Lolzzz
mustardisbetter said...
My ass!
My ass!
My kingdom for an ass!
You did ask, you silly.
Mayo,
For you tonight, I post this because you may not have read it for a long time and just because I like it......
Maybe you are having a nice night. Maybe you are doing exactly what you want to with the people you love. Maybe you are feeling comfortable in your surroundings and in your own skin.
Maybe you will read this and smile because.......
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?
No voice from some sublimer world hath ever
To sage or poet these responses given:
Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven,
Remain the records of their vain endeavour:
Frail spells whose uttered charm might not avail to sever,
From all we hear and all we see,
Doubt, chance and mutability.
Thy light alone like mist o'er mountains driven,
Or music by the night-wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument,
Or moonlight on a midnight stream,
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.
Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart
And come, for some uncertain moments lent.
Man were immortal and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.
Thou messenger of sympathies,
That wax and wane in lovers' eyes;
Thou, that to human thought art nourishment,
Like darkness to a dying flame!
Depart not as thy shadow came,
Depart not--lest the grave should be,
Like life and fear, a dark reality.
While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped
Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed;
I was not heard; I saw them not;
When musing deeply on the lot
Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing
All vital things that wake to bring
News of birds and blossoming,
Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;
I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
To thee and thine: have I not kept the vow?
With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now
I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me the envious night:
They know that never joy illumed my brow
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
This world from its dark slavery,
That thou, O awful LOVELINESS,
Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express.
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past; there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Thus let thy power, which like the truth
Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply
Its calm, to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,
Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Maybe we're all the same.
Fameass!
INASSFAMOUS
Oh Solly, I love that one. ^____^
Shelley totally ROCKS!!
Back.
Yeah, totally badass, right?
Fuck yes!
Ah.
au courant.
Totally.
Glad you came back, Sdock.
Hullo, Solly!!
Absolutely Solly. Shelley, one of the masters. :D (Byron was more hardcore, but still.)
Smashing solly. It really was.
Goodnight solly. Hello method actreaa
Hello BC.
Shelley reminds me a bit of Gerard. Talks about writing horror stories one night with a group of friends and gets so wound up he ends up running around the house in a fright, screaming. I mean, jeez :/
I am just hanging. I have a headache and stuff. Just trying to chillax.
You sticking around for a bit?
Morning Mayo!
Well it is here anyways! Hello, Saturday! Niiiiiiiiiice! I think I will sleep in until I wake up...how'd you like that?
you said Is
you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
ee cummings
I dunno, why?
Oops. Sorry about that.
My sister used to work with a woman called karen seamen. She used to get called karen cum. It has a lovely ring to it don't you think?
Oh, no reason.
I was just wondering. I'm glad though :)
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
Miss T: 0_0
Me too Solly, I'm gonna sleep till ten tomorrow, and I won't feel a bit guilty, not at all. I'm gonna sleep so hard that the gods of sleep themselves will look down at me from on high and go, "DAMN, girl."
I hate it when I can't tell if I'm hungry, or if I have heartburn.
-A
I'm gonna sleep so hard that the gods of sleep themselves will look down at me from on high and go, "DAMN, girl."
No, you have it all wrong.
That will be said by Adam and/or Bert in your dream that you'll be having until 10am.
;)
LOL K, gods of sleep.
As of now I'm down straight up
And I can turn to the box for some peace
Or a box for a piece
Or a box for a smoke
But they're all going to choke me
As of now I'm down straight up
And I can turn to the box for some peace
Or a box for a piece
Or a box for a smoke
But they're all going to choke me
You're so crazy,
You're so crazy,
You're so crazy,
Enough in a way that I'll probably say you
Destroyed me
It's like a fucking drug deal
I'm sitting here waiting
I'm calling you back
and you won't call me back
and it's fucked up,
but at the same time it
just made me want you even worse.
For a while I was cleaner than now
Then I started to destroy myself
With things that I love now the things that I hate
Until it finally broke me
You're so crazy,
You're so crazy,
You're so crazy,
Enough in a way that I'll probably say you
Destroyed me
Bert, fuck my ass, NOW! fuck my ass, NOW!
Choke me, choke me, choke...
As of now Im down straight up
And I can turn to the box for some peace
Or a box for a piece
Or a box for a smoke
But theyre all going to choke me
You're so crazy,
You're so crazy,
You're so crazy,
Enough in a way that I'll probably say you
Destroyed me
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
No, you have it all wrong.
That will be said by Adam and/or Bert in your dream that you'll be having until 10am.
Damn, son! This one does not dream of Bert, de gozaru yo!
^_^
I hate it when I can't tell if I'm hungry, or if I have heartburn.
0_0
fat and alone
you're out on your own
and nobody's calling on your telephone
things aren't getting any better
and you stretched out all your sweaters
things aren't getting any better
no never, no never
fat and alone
you're out on your own
king of blubber
sitting on your throne
things aren't getting any brighter
and you're not getting any lighter
no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never
you're so fat
you're so fat
you're so fat
you're fat
The Pencey Prep Anon owns me right now.
I'm just saying.
That song can be heartwrenching if you're down, yet so incredibly laugh-worthy when you're up.
Thank you.
Your butt is wide, well mine is too
Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you
The word is out, better treat me right
'Cause I'm the king of cellulite
Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right
My zippers bust, my buckles break
I'm too much man for you to take
The pavement cracks when I fall down
I've got more chins than Chinatown
Well, I've never used a phone booth
And I've never seen my toes
When I'm goin' to the movies
I take up seven rows
Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don't you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who's fat
When I walk out to get my mail
It measures on the Richter scale
Down at the beach I'm a lucky man
I'm the only one who gets a tan
If I have one more pie a la mode
I'm gonna need my own zip code
When you're only having seconds
I'm having twenty-thirds
When I go to get my shoes shined
I gotta take their word
Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds
Lemme tell you once again who's fat
If you see me comin' your way
Better give me plenty space
If I tell you that I'm hungry
Then won't you feed my face
Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Woo woo woo, when I sit around the house
I really sit around the house
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know, you know, you know, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And you know all by myself I'm a crowd
Lemme tell you once again
^totally has that on her iPod and sings along every word
Miss T: O_o
Weird al yankovic anon:
Hilarious. I remembered that music video when I was a kid :D
I love Weird Al.
-A
Nite, Mayo!
Nite, BlogBelieve!
Love you ALL BUNCHES!
Night, Sdock! :)
Goodnight Solly sweetie. Sweet dreams.
Goodnight solly. Sweet dreams
Night, Sdock!
See you, uh, later!
succubus is awaiting thee.
Bret You Got It Goin' On"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey there Bret, I see you looking down.
Don't want to see my little buddy there with a frown.
Just because I get more women than you,
well that's only because they don't know you like I do.
Sure, you're weedy and kind of shy.
But some girlie out there must be needy for a weedy, shy guy.
They want you as the needle when they're rolling in the hay.
Just hear me out when I say...
Bret, you got it going on.
The ladies will get to know your sexuality when they get to know your personality.
I said, Bret, you got it going on.
Not in a gay way,
just in a "hey mate, I wanted to say that you're looking okay, mate."
Why can't a heterosexual guy,
Tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty's fly?
Not all the time, obviously, just when he's got a problem with his self esteem.
Don't let anybody tell you you're not humpable.
Because you're bumpable.
Well, I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.
If I say you've got a boom ow-ow.
Come on Bret, help me out now.
Bret, you got it going on.
(You got it going on!)
That's the conclusion that I've come to.
But that doesn't mean that I want to bum you.
Bret, you got it going on.
(Got it going on...)
No doubt about it, we'd be gettin crazy.
If one of us was lucky enough to be born a lady.
If one of us was a lady, and I was your man, if I was your man.
Well, sometimes it gets lonely, and I need a woman.
And then I imagine you with some bosoms.
In fact, one time when we were touring and I was really lonely.
And we were sharing that twin room in the hotel.
I put a wig on you, when you were sleeping, I put a wig on you.
Oh, ohhh, oooooh, oh, and I just laid there and spooned you.
Bret, you got it going on.
I hope that song isn't about Bret Hart.
That man has a body like an OLD leather glove.
Yeek.
-A
Well, I am off to bed now as it is only 4:40am, only.
See you all tomorrow. goodnight.
Why do I doubt that you even know what a succubus is, anon? I dunno, seems a little funny when people use "thee" and try to sound all serious like. ;)
Oh, stop with the cryptic, anon.
Bret You Got It Goin' On
'Night, Miss T! :)
I love the Concords!
Hey Splash:
TO THE WINDOOOOOOOOW...
Later, Mayo!
Later, SS!
Later, BlogBelievers the globe over!
See you all sometime tomorrow!
Conchords rock!!
*RW=lyrics anon*
TO DA WAAAAAAAAALL!
Yeah, bret hart looks really old, doesn't he? Goodnight and sweet dreams miss t.
Bye-bye, Mustard! :D
Om nom nom..
-A
Goodnight and sweet dreams mustard. RW, was that you? ;)
Watcha eating, A?
AWESOME!!
The Comic Con that is happening here in they city is going to have both George Takei and Angus Oblong!!
-A
Goodnight and sweet dreams mustard. RW, was that you? ;)
I was lyric anon, BC :)
Okie dokie :)
Amy, what cha eating?
RW, nothing yet. I'm trying to decide between potatoes, potatoes, or french fries.
-A
LOL! Nice.
Well guys, this is me getting ready for bed and... WTF? Who is...
GAHHHH!
Tough choice, A!
Mayo, for you I put light on the loom,
and danced you a waltz under light's blazing bloom
I hope that you'll see where the waves intertwine,
I hope that you'll find us at 8:59.
When electrons are fired through a version of the experiment with two holes, their arrival on the other side can be recorded on a detector screen like a television screen. The special feature of this screen is that each electron makes a spot of light on the screen, and the spot stays there as other electrons arrive, each making its own spot, so that gradually they build up a pattern on the screen. Each electron leaves a "gun" on one side of the experiment as a particle. Each electron arrives at the detector on the other side as a particle, and makes one small spot on the screen. But as thousands of electrons are fired through the experiment one at a time, the pattern that builds up on the screen is the classic interference pattern associated with waves.
This is doubly mysterious. Not only are the electrons leaving and arriving as particles, but somehow travelling as waves (as if each electron passes through both holes in the experiment and interferes with itself), but they seem to "know" the past and the future as well. If thousands of electrons traveled together through the experiment, it might be easy to understand that they could jostle one another into an interference pattern. But only one electron passes through the experiment at a time, and somehow chooses its place on the screen on the other side so that the pattern that gradually builds up is the classic interference pattern. How can each electron possibly "know" its rightful place in the pattern?
And there's more. If one of the two holes is blocked off, the electrons form one blob of spots on the screen behind the remaining hole, equivalent to the pile of rocks you would get by throwing them through a hole in the wall. With the other hole open and the first one closed, you get a blob on the screen behind that hole. But with both holes open, the interference pattern emerges, with the brightest part of the pattern on the line midway between the holes. An individual electron, passing through just one hole in the experiment, seems to be aware whether or not the second hole is covered up, and to adjust its trajectory accordingly.
Don't look for the answer to that question here, or anywhere else. Remember that "nobody understands quantum mechanics." As Feynman cautioned, "do not keep saying to yourself, if you can possibly avoid it, 'But how can it be like that?' because you will go 'down the drain' into a blind alley from which nobody has yet escaped. Nobody knows how it can be like that."
Well guys, this is me getting ready for bed and... WTF? Who is...
GAHHHH!
0_0
Quantum Mechanics make me scream too.
-A
And to the rest I wish you
an evening of rest
And a late sleeping day
full of dreams that are blessed.
SS if you lurk here,
tonight or tomorrow,
then hear my wish here:
a life free of sorrow.
*pants, gasps, sputters*
Sorry guys. WTF? Everything went all weird for a second there. Wha'd I miss?
Well, off to bed with me then.
Goodnight, my homies!
Night, K :)
Night night k. Sweet dreams. Amy, that is a difficult choice. Hmm.
And a late sleeping day
full of dreams that are blessed.
Yeah, pretty sure that ain't gonna happen, but I'll totally tell you about it in the morning! ;)
By the way, thank you very much for the Lennon poem.
In my eyes, you captured him perfectly and did him great justice. Thank you.
Well, time for me to turn in. Have a good night, everyone :)
you have bruised me
Well, I suppose I should go and get the dishes done at least.
I'll be back in awhile guys.
-A
Goodnight Jules and RW!
Did anyone else notice Mayo changed his profile again?
-A
Goodnight and sweet dreams RW *squeeze*
Hello tender lips
Take care Amy. I'll go check it out
He did that earlier in the day, I believe, A.
*off to shower*
Amy, the profile was changed yesterday, which was Thursday. Take care RW
Amyranth said...
Goodnight Jules and RW!
Did anyone else notice Mayo changed his profile again?
-A
Doesn't look like it? What am I missing? I'm so obtuse sometimes.
Anyway goodnight you guys! Splash, you are so welcome, and let me tell you, Weaver Girl was in a right state of panic over that one. She did not want to do it wrong or make it suck. She values your opinion. (So do I.)
If anyone wants to see a few of those poems and you don't want to scroll back, I put them up in my blog (this one.) The Adam one, too. ^_^
Thank you again and goodnight. :D
Goodnight k
I see Mayo did post the lover's lips thing?
Where does it say that?
Stop making shit up miranth. You ahven't been here long enough to know things.
Hi miranth *hugs*
What lover's lips thing?
Anon 1:35
Leave her alone.
I am not making up shit - if you look at the anon post at 10:58 yesterday it says something about lover's lips
and on mayo's front page, it says 10:58 au courant. I put those together and thought he was referring to the post at that time. There was no 10:58 post today.
Please refrain from maligning my character while I wash this red shit out of my hair - K thanx
*hugs* BC nice to see you
Holy shit I look like Ronald McDonald!
If I am wrong about the lover's lips thing, it won't be the first or the last time I am wrong - I'll get over it I'm sure. I hope you do...
Uhhh 10:48.
Miranth, sometimes Mayonaise posts as anonymous, and when he does, he would tell us which anon post was his by posting the time stamp on his profile page.
That 10:58 comment yesterday was from him. I think.
*hugs* how are you? :)
BC, the days are at a point where they bleed together now. It's Work Days and Off Days for me. XD
Hiya Miranth!
-A
Hello all.
I think this is what mayo posted
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Then dance with me
and I will set you free
to revel in repair
and if I may dare
I will keep you there.
oh, a sight to see.
Will you weave the light?
March 13, 2008 10:48 PM
Oops - 10:48? Did I screw up? I'll check later...
I'm fine BC - I gathered that's what the time stamp referred to - I like puzzles :) But thanks for filling me in - in case I was in error. BTW you liked oinkydoodles, so I asked my niece what it meant - it's a monetary unit in her world :) $=oinkydoodles
:D
Poor Amy ^_^ *hugs*
Hello MJ. How did the doctor appointment go?
Miranth, you're welcome. So that's what oinkydoodles meant? ^_^
Sighs, even when he is being obvious people don't get it, I feel sorry for him sometimes. Oh well some people do, I guess that's why he likes those.
It went well i have an appointment for a cat scan now.
OK I DON"T get it. Who is Mayo keeping and why? And where is 'there'?? aND WHO OR WHAT is he setting free? (sorry, cap lock key went on).
Shit, some of you people really can't read.
Anonymous said...
Sighs, even when he is being obvious people don't get it, I feel sorry for him sometimes. Oh well some people do, I guess that's why he likes those.
We get it. Mayo likes Jules' poems. Why does that matter at all?
-A
If they don't get it anon - let them not get it. It's more fun that way for the people who do.
That's good MJ. The headaches are not too serious, I hope? Is that the reason for the cat scan?
Hi Amy and Martha,
I see I got the time wrong, sorry anon and Mayo - I will delete the post if it helps end confusion. quite frankly I'm busy with so many things that this didn't command much if my attention.
BTW - I do think weave refers to weaver girl K... if he knows that's one of her personas...
Hello amy and Miranth how are you?
OK so he likes the poem, so what does the anonymous comment mean?? Keep WHO where and set free what/
Miranth you were the one today saying that Mayo didn't know who he was talking to weren't you. Well obviously it was someone who hasn't been here too long. Mayo knows who everyone is and it is as SIMPLE as clicking on the link to her blog. Duh.
Hey MJ, I'm not bad.
Itchy still. I hate spring sometimes.
-A
The Dr doesn't think they are serious but wants to make sure.
Anon as amy said we get it. We just don't care.
Anon, don't start with the false accusations.
weaver girl said...
One more thing I.
Wanted to say
Before my work
Stole me away:
How clever of you
Last night to see
In the cup of your palm
The shining key
It was not me who posted about Mayo not knowing who weaver girl was. I did read those comments however. I'll take your word for it that mayo knows who everyone is. The only comment I made earlier today was about deleting comments and for good measure I deleted the lovers lips one.
Now I must attend to my hair...
Shut up BC, you don't even know it's false.
Oh, but Martha, I wish You the best of luck!
The poor guy can't even post one thing without people picking it apart and starting rumors. I wouldn't be surprised if he stopped talking to you all together.
Anon 2:08
What I meant was, please don't bring Miranth into this. Let her be.
Anonymous said...
Shut up BC, you don't even know it's false.
And what makes you think you know anything?
-A
Anonymous said...
The poor guy can't even post one thing without people picking it apart and starting rumors. I wouldn't be surprised if he stopped talking to you all together.
The picking apart thing is normal. Starting rumors is for small minds.
-A
OK I DON"T get it. Who is Mayo keeping and why? And where is 'there'?? aND WHO OR WHAT is he setting free
I Know its false - thank you BC. I've said before that I don't know anything about Mayo except for his blogs.
Anon stop with the FALSE accusations - DAMN IT my hair's gonna be purple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're welcome Miranth. Please just ignore the anons. That's what they do best. Trying to start shit out of nothing.
The answers you seek are all there. The She Wolf keeps to herself on her own blog. It's easy if you look hard enough.
I loved watching the wolf run around and play with the heart of the blog. It was beautiful to see. You two have grown.... and the blog with you. Keep spreading your beautiful feelings.
Wow. Well that sucks.
Mira, purple is a good color.
I've never dyed my hair before though, so I don't know the stress of getting the wrong color.
-A
hi entropy
What I see here is people who fell in love.... not I am not talking about Mayo and any one in particular so don't think that way. I'm talking about all of you together, the ones who have been here forever and how much you all mean to each other now.
Mayo, appreciate what you did here.
He does not seem in love, don't get confused. Why would you say that. That' the kind of accusation that could ruin a friendship. Mayo is married. Saying he is in love with someone else will drive him away from his friends. It's wrong.
Hello entropy how are you?
Miranth thank you and when you get a chance please email me. My email is on my profile.
Well, thank you anon 2:15
This is all messed up. You people are crazy.
-B.Rose.
Whoever said anything about love? All I see is friendship and respect. You people are confused.
Damn I forgot. MJ, good luck with the cat scan. Hope it turns out okay.
Anonymous said...
This is all messed up. You people are crazy.
-B.Rose.
Pot, meet kettle.
-A
B.Rose:
What are you still doing here?
There have been anons coming in saying that. And I'm saying please stop. Because no one cares.
WHO IS KEEPING AND WHY??? DOES ANY OF YOU KNOW???
Martha as far as I can see no anon has said it. YOU were the one who said it.
Anonymous said...
Whoever said anything about love? All I see is friendship and respect. You people are confused.
Lately, there have been Anons coming and claiming that Mayo is in love with Jules because she is the only one he responds to. There's a bunch of other bullshit "reasons" but I'm not going to go into them.
Either way, it's fairly annoying.
-A
Seriously, no one cares. Anon 2:20 Just drop it already.
I meant who is MAYO Keeping and why.
That's ridiculous! Who falls in love on a blog?
Amyranth and Marth, name ONE time when an anon said that, i dare you. No, they didn't, trust me I follow this blog. Martha was the only one who said it.
Anonymous said...
WHO IS KEEPING AND WHY??? DOES ANY OF YOU KNOW???
NO!
Go to bed, please. Your sugar high is going to start coming down any minute now, and it's gonna be painful.
-A
Anons have come in saying he has a crush on her. Kapu even addressed it.
Not only is it annoying, but some people are going to believe that's favoritism.
You people are trying to ruin a nice thing by embarrassing both parties into stopping talking to each other. That's terrible.
Anons have come in saying he has a crush on her. Kapu even addressed it.
Now you are accusing her of saying it too? That's low. I dont' remember her ever saying it.
Anon 2:21
I think you need to cut down on the coffee intake.
Anonymous said...
Amyranth and Marth, name ONE time when an anon said that, i dare you. No, they didn't, trust me I follow this blog. Martha was the only one who said it.
Fine then. Give me a few minutes and I'll have your evidence.
-A
Fuck off, Kap NEVER said anything about them being in love or him having a crush on hr, NEVER. Now YOU are making false accusations.
Anons, can you guys just stop already? This is ridiculous.
Anon I didn't say that kapu said he was in love with her or that he has a crush on her. I said she address it. She said she didn't like the anons doing that.
So stop trying to start shit by twisting what I am saying
Hey BC and Martha. How's things?
Martha, I hope everything goes okay.
I'm alright Entropy, just watching the texas chainsaw massacre. Hope you're well.
Maybe with the new page, the anons can leave now.
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