I am not who you think I am
I am not who you think
I am
Who you think I am not
I am
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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
4,234 comments:
«Oldest ‹Older 3601 – 3800 of 4234 Newer› Newest»Indeed, Mustard! Too bad we can't regenerate limbs as easily.
The toenail talk is far more interesting!
Sheesh anons, take it to Buzznet or where ever you haunt!
If he loves her, good for him. I'm sure "kat" is rebuilding her life and will eventually be married herself.
Happy endings for all :)
Hey everyone!
I'm glad you're okay J.
RW,
Boo!! ;p
0_0
Hi Katherine. Hey Anima, I haven't seen you here in a while *hugs*
Hiya KD, good to see you! *hugs* Come, join our toenail talk. It's...thrilling.
J
^^ Hee hee
Hey BC!
Mustard, that is exactly it. I adore movies. Good ones of course!
RW, nice. Now I don't feel so alone! When the weather gets a little warmer, you better believe the shirts will be coming off. It's the little things in life, ya know.
Hi, KD! :D
I think I want to write a song about toenails and dedicate it to myself.
Because, no one has done that, and that would be "punk" as hell. ;)
Hey KD!
....
I need to run out for a bit. Hope to be back later.
Awesome to hang out with all of you.
♥
When the weather gets a little warmer, you better believe the shirts will be coming off. It's the little things in life, ya know.
Oh my!
Hey J *waves*
I've always enjoyed a good toenail conversation :D
My polish is a deep purple at the moment! Pretty :)
Mustard title is "Broken and Torn Toenails" You gonna sing it?
My polish is a deep purple at the moment! Pretty :)
Can I listen to your toenails?
I think I want to write a song about toenails and dedicate it to myself.
Because, no one has done that, and that would be "punk" as hell. ;)
Go for it, Mustard!
Did I tell y'all that my co-worker brought her doggie into work today?
Try pinning a petticoat with wet tongue lapping at your arm!
Bye Anima. Mustard, go for it! Hi Elena, KD
Mustard, my feet enjoy a good serenade!
If he loves her, good for him. I'm sure "kat" is rebuilding her life and will eventually be married herself.
Unfortunately it seems like she might not get the chance.....
Have fun, Anima! :)
The knell of the bells at the Gion temple
Echoes the impermanence of all things.
The colour of the flowers on its double-trunked tree
Reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall.
He who is proud is not so for long,
Like a passing dream on a night in spring.
He who is brave is finally destroyed,
To be no more than dust before the wind.
Okay, Elena's title is awesome. So, "Broken and Torn Toenails" it is.
Gotta make it real "emo-y" so I can piss Gerard off. ;)
Like,
Broken hearted toenail
I had to cut you
Off of my nail (you made your)
Bed, now sleep in it
Hell yeah!
^I meant the doggie, not my co-worker.
Hells yeah, Mustard!!
Whoot!
anon, are you the one creating all this disruption?
Gerard is married, "Kat" most likely has a man too. Gerard appears content. They have their own lives to lead, their own business.
End of story.
I suspect there's more than one anon in here right now, KD. They seem to be at odds with each other. Polar opposites, in fact.
An anon-off, as it were.
Death poems
are mere delusion-
death is death.
Broken toenail
I cut you to the quick
Left me in so much pain
Your blackness makes me sick
An anon tug-of-war...neat!
Coarse the rush-mat roof
Sheltering the harvest-hut
Of the autumn rice-field;
And my sleeves are growing wet
With the moisture dripping through.
Sweet, Elena!
We'll totally have a whole song by the end of the night.
And a belly full of laughs of course. ;)
Rock on, Elena!!
Even for a time
Short as a piece of the reeds
In Naniwa's marsh,
We must never meet again:
Is this what you are asking me?
I like that one Elena
RW! an anon off, that's funny!
Gosh, this is tiring. If he's dedicating songs to his wife, he obviously has affection for her!
Elena, great toenail poem ^_~
Bitter toenail of regret
Belly full of bile
I took away your self-respect
You took away my file
Though he forsook me,
For myself I do not care:
He made a promise,
And his life, who is forsworn,
Oh how pitiful that is.
RW!!!
That's the meffin' chorus right there.
It's so gut-wrenching, and, GAH!
Surely there is none
Who will speak a pitying word
About my lost love?
Now my folly's fitting end
Is my own nothingness.
Black toenail
You cause me such pain
Please fall off
J
Lovely Anonymous who is posting poetry:
If you don't mind saying, who or what are you directing them to? They are pretty powerful, so I was just curious.
As Mount Arima
Sends its rustling winds across
Ina's bamboo plains,
I will be just as steadfast
And never will forget you.
They are Japanese death poems, Splash, mostly about moving on.
RW! You are Yeats in the making :)
what about this?
life tis but a stubbed toe
I had the slightest feeling they were of your doing.
They're awesome, Jules. Thank you.
That's deep, KD!
Nice, RW :)
For your precious sake,
Once my eager life itself
Was not dear to me.
But now it is my heart's desire
It may long, long years endure.
Stumped my toe at SS's, you know, with NO LIGHTS OR ANYTHING. ;)
S'okay though. Caught me some lightening bugs. *holds up glowing jar*
Man-made glowstick!
Ta :D
Stumped my toe at SS's, you know, with NO LIGHTS OR ANYTHING. ;)
Did SS unknowingly inspire this song??
Dude!
Or, I guess it would be Nature-made.
Guys, I'm off. Dinner calls to me. Have a good time with the toenail song and the death poems!
(Boy, doesn't THAT sound like a line from a B-grade horror flick?)
Night all!
J
RUMOR CONTROL RUMOR CONTROL
STOP SPREADING ME
People talking said...
talk...talk...Wendy...talk...Triston...meeting up!!?...
*raised wiggling eyebrows*
talk...texas ...dotuns...mist...talk...windows open a crack...chains...talk...
^_^
April 5, 2008 8:54 AM
Anonymous said...
Triston & Wendy = true love
April 5, 2008 9:00 AM
RUMOR CONTROL RUMOR CONTROL
STOP SPREADING ME
RUMOR CONTROL OUT
Oh my god! I think he may have!
We'll do the writing, and we'll make him sing it.
One stipulation though.
It must be done in cape, undies on the outside, and tube socks with a hole cut out for the big toe.
Bwuahahahah!
when you find what you want, think of me...I always think of you
good morning busy again today!
MJ! Thanks for thinking of me teehee, what a great shirt!
and thanks for the review glad you enjoyed it!
good to see SS back.
I'm not sure who is about so a blanket HELLO!!! to everyone!
It must be done in cape, undies on the outside, and tube socks with a hole cut out for the big toe.
Now that, I gotta see. ^_^
Have a good night, J! Hullo to L :)
It must be done in cape, undies on the outside, and tube socks with a hole cut out for the big toe.
Well, of course!
Oh, the mental images.
We'll have a single, solitary spotlight (notice the alliteration ;) on good buddy, old pal, old friend, and he will be forced into that attire (probably unwillingly), and he will sing to aaaaaaaaaaall of BlogBelieve our song about a toenail.
And he will love it. ;)
Hullo, EP! :D
Welcome back, S&V! :)
When it’s the man I love
he goes by and doesn’t come in,
but men I hate —
a hundred times a day!
Well, yeah, he'll love it. I don't keep my whip handy for nothing.
*Smack
Goodnight J. Good morning Ergo. Hi Smokie.
So much for my movie. :(
LHM has to watch Jeff Dunham on Comedy Central.
And we will have SS a guitar (easily transportable for our ToeTour 2008) made in the shape of a nail file.
Obviously, this tour will sell out BB-wide. And we will be rolling in moolah at the expense of SS's embarassment.
*is sooooo evil*
what's the toenail song?
poor SS what is he in for??
Hey KD, BC, RW, Mustard, K, Ergo and anyone else around! ^_^
Aw, LHM.
I don't think I ever hollered back at him for yelling at me.
LLLLLLLLHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM!
what's the toenail song?
It's this great idea we all had to write a song about toenails.
poor SS what is he in for??
I don't think the dude has a clue. Tee-hee!
Hi Mayo,
I don't really have anything much to say tonight. Hope you're doing well and enjoying yourself, whatever you're up to.
When you post next, maybe you could write your own poem about toenails. Hell, everybody else did, why not. There's worse things out there...
So, take it easy, man. Oh, and make a wish for yourself. I hope it comes true.
love to you
J
my cross to bear
He smiled at that, Mustard. ^_^
Oh! And think of the merch we could sell!
All the t-shits!
HI Smoke!
I'm sure there must be a monty phython song about hangnails or something.
*waves at LHM*
You're an awesome little dude, you know?
Toenail t-shits!
AWESOME!!
Oh! And think of the merch we could sell!
All the t-shits!
Bah! YHUS!
We'd sell manicure sets, and have booths set up to get pedicures (SS will contribute his services. I hear he went to cosmotology school for a bit), and our shirts will say something super cool like:
"Toenails: Rocking Your Socks Off"
"Toenails: Rocking Your Socks Off"
ROTFLMAO!!
Oh, it's perfect!
hello LHM
I don't recall a Monty Python song about toenails, but they'd do a damn good one if they did!
every seat could be equipped with a foot spa!
SS,
I see you surprised some folks today! How about you. And thanks for turning the lights back on in your room.
Let's go take a look in there, while we're at it...
Oh how sweet! You've got a pet...waitaminute, that's not an animal. Oh my LORD, why is that moving?! I didn't think you could--oh FUCK, precious, you have GOT to clean this up!
And NO, I won't do it for you, but, well, if the bribe offer's still good later...we'll talk.
BTW, I made my wish already, but I can't tell you what it is or it won't come true. I WILL tell you that I'm keeping it in my heart.
Goodnight, babydoll. *hugs* I love you.
J
Good one, EP!
Could we have a Street Team? The Foot Soldiers, perhaps?
Could we have a Street Team? The Foot Soldiers, perhaps?
Yes! How cool would that be?
RW
It's perfect, you and Kapu could wear the t-sits and use the toenail song at your wedding:D
I tore up my books
over your scattered bones.
A disservice to your memory?
*t-shits*
They could be party favours for wedding guests :)
I totally read that as 'tits'.
Tits and Toenails. O_O
Fireflies don’t offer much
and neither does the new moon--
this path, years worn,
leads nowhere.
Scattered leaves
dried feathers
melted wax
uneaten plums gone rotten
and the passing of many years--
you deserve to be remembered
but not so much by me.
tits and toenails...hmmm...makes a good song :D
Tit's and Toenails, the stuff dreams are made of!
tit s n toenail?
that remnds me of a contest a radio station had called a Tinny full of tinnies (a boat full of cans of beer) and everytime the female announcer said it she said " A titty full of titties, or a tinny full of titties", geez it was funny!
There could be a decorated big toe contest, with a personal SS pedicure as the prize.
Niiiiiice!
Scattering seeds in words
to four empty corners
and waiting for them to take hold--
no, I'm never doing that again!
Pale birches whisper
Did you come this way?
They're not telling!
The scent of cherry blossoms
in the spring breeze.
Will I see you tonight?
The path crosses the courtyard
You sit in silence--
Watching
As I step from one stone
To the next
seeds of love
Plant your love in sunshine,
not shadows from the past.
Grow in soil that’s free of fear.
Watch roots grow strong and fast.
Feed it much attention.
Water it with praise.
Share it with each other,
so it spreads more every day.
When the weather’s stormy
and edges start to bend,
wrap in warm embraces
’til it finds its strength again.
Your love will sprout its seedlings.
You’ll sow them as above.
They’re likely to take over,
your garden full of love.
If your love grows greater,
than your heart can comprehend,
Place some in a basket
and take it to a friend.
Plant the seeds together
and nurture them with care.
Knowing as life passes,
your love grows everywhere.
by Jo Freeny
one was never of primary importance. life has been made with another, enjoy...do not lead me astray any longer, how I feel is MINE, and always will be.
That's awesome, 8:55. Tonight, that makes wonderful sense to me.
But to try to plant
In dry, unfertile lands--
As useless as watering cans
On unreachable mountaintops
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desolation_Row
Lastly, T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land also appears to have influenced "Desolation Row." T. S. Eliot had died earlier in 1965.
The Sacred Land
by Richard James Villa
I have forgotten how it
must have felt to walk through
your sacred land.
Fantastic scenery;
golden, fertile soil,
warm cotton sand.
Uncharted territory
with ever clear
streams.
I lay beneath your trees
to begin my ever endless
dreams.
Winds blow gently and evenly
through smooth rolling
hills.
Further to the South,
winds deliver a sensuous,
burning chill,
Banished from this
beautiful creation;
left to ponder.
Cast out to the wild;
joined to the hunt;
left to wonder
BORING! BORING! BORING!
Lovely! Lovely! Lovely!
Encore! Encore! Encore!
THIS SUCKS! THIS SUCKS! THIS SUCKS!
Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
...things could have been different
SPACE
Who could know in advance
the slight curve of the line
of the flower about to bloom in the midst of the sky,
taking its position in the midst of abundant time?
Who could decide in advance
the form and subtle color
of the flower about to open to its extremity,
devoting itself to abundant golden time?
Breezes play,
only sunlight knows
it is being robbed.
The blue in the sky inclines
to the limits of its flow.
The sky sways
as the petals wave.
YES! YES! YES!
Alright guys, I have to head out!
Goodnight all!
RESURRECTION
To kill love so as not to commit suicide, that is self defense
The pistol levelled at you takes aim at my heard
With hot sin and cold punishment
I crack
from there I should break
incredible hole and then perhaps death
will quietly spread
The dripping sounds of the world disappear afterwards
In the long long solitary cell
they may be
An unquiet death
a burning death
burning life
Spider in the rain
wet with its own sweat
spinning a web
Gradually tapers and smears out
the oval shining zero
Good night KD, it's always good to read you. ^_^
I'll be back in a bit!
Time for Jeff Dunham. ^_^
Have a good night, KD! :)
POEMS SUCK! x3
Poems rock my toenail-filled socks!
Bye bye, S&V! :D
...one will always love
Oh bird's singing!
The dead walk
on the plain of the sea.
Got to go call the folks.
Bye for now! :)
Goodnight katherine. Bye smokie
Bye RW
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Oh yeah
KU is dominating the game. Hell yeah!!!
Can't tell I went to KU can you? LOL
AIM? :)
Where are you, Mayo?
Endless Love
by Faye Hollabaugh
just remembering how it felt
under the warmth of your touch I'd melt
burning desire deep within
arousing of the senses begin
wanting more begging please
for with you I am at ease
warm wet passionate kiss
yes, yes it's you I miss
my body trembles at the thought
this is love was it not
did I want you, yes with a smile
its ok only for a little while
just time enough for me to know
my heart will never let you go
Touched by your hand, kissed by your mouth, loved from the heart
I can't forget you, for where would I start.
your love for me has gone you say
to set you free to let you play
to have you be happy is all I care
remember my love I will always be there
if anytime you should feel a tear run down your face
Remember in my heart you'll always have a place
Oh, the things we put SS through.
Sorry, I disappeared. :/
The ideas you all came up with are wonderful!
Splash: AIM!
gaze into these eyes of aqua blue
they always yearn and think of you
love in the heart will be an eternity, forever
Even though we can never be together
Is it because you always hope, my heart,
that I always light a lamp
in the orange twilight?
longing for you
by Peggy Smith
Deep inside my soul is aching
Longing for your touch
Inside my chest my heart is breaking
I'm missing you so much
You just don't know how much I love you
How much I really care
My feelings are strong and oh so true
This kind of love is rare
A life without you is not complete
I'm so empty inside
I long for the day we will be together
And no longer have to hide.
...I am tired of crying
Anonymous,
Sometimes it's necessary, you know?
Then don't. Then dry your sleeves and move on, right? We all have to sometime.
Something wrong anon?
Elena ! you there?
can you go on gmail?
If you do send me a note I have the notifier on so I'll see you.
hi again
just had cheese platter for lunch yay!
Poor anon, hope it looks up for you soon.
Argh. Frigging ROOMMATES!
-A
you are to me
Nothing can describe, the way I feel for you
Your love is warm and precious
Your heart so pure and true
Heavens angels brought me
To knock upon your door
To give you all my love
To keep you wanting more
The special bond we share, will guide us on our way
To a perfect life were dreams come true
What more can I really say
We were brought together, never will we part
Your my special gift
Your my shining star
I'll love you unconditionally
With all my heart and soul
I'll never break your spirit
I'll always keep you whole
SS
Hello, I see you stopped by today and I am sorry I missed you. I hope you are well and are having the time of your life.
I don’t really have anything to say to you, well I do but I can never write them down so I just have to ask you something.
Well, first off, thank you for putting your lights back on. It feels right that I can see your words and your links without highlighting the whole page. I like to see the words when I press your page. I am just wondering, why you didn’t bring all of your words back though? I don’t know whether it is by accident or you meant to do it but I think your words have meaning and substance and I would like to see your words back. I know its your page but I miss that sentence, because to me, it rings true.
Anyway, enough of the mindless bilge, just wanna say hello and hope you are well. Have fun and remember what you said about memories, well make them because everyone fucking rules in life if they live it t the fullest, so live it and live it fanbloodytastic
Take care ss.
xxx
So what's everyone up to tonight?
I'm getting schooled in Spicy Chicken, so I went and bought a bag of perogies as a failsafe.
-A
Hi ergo. Hi amy, what's wrong? Hi anons
I'm laying down after eating so much. Hi fimmy
ooh amy what are you cooking?
and what's the roomie doing?
BC, I told my roommate 2 saturdays ago that I wanted him out by today.
He claims I said the 9th, which is true but:
- I was looking at the wrong calendar
- I said "I'll have to have you out by the saturday after next, ten days from now" and he said okay.
Now he's saying he might not be out until next wednesday or thursday. My boyfriend said that if he's not out by Tuesday, he'll get his stuff out for him.
-A
Ergo, it's the Boyf's turn tonight. He's making some Spicy thing with a side dish of "OUCH, MY FRIGGING TONGUE!"
I'm not a big fan of spicy food.
Also, Ergo, what are some popular dishes in Australia?
-A
Hi fimble!!!!
Oh gosh amy it's really multicultural, lots of asian influences or italian.
Last night I made thai style pork cakes with a crunchy noodle sald
stupid roomie!! What an ass!!
hey BC hows your tooth?
mMMM....Italian...
-A
Amy, your roommate is an idiot. I bet that your bf will keep his promise and throw his ass out asap and then you'll be probably go "hellejujah!"
BC, very little doubt in my mind! He's been wanting to get rid of him since he moved in.
-A
my hubby is sicilian so we have a lot of italian food, you ever put sugar in bolognaise sauce, we actually do it quite sweet, it's a regional thing apparently
one we do a lot is with beef shin, boil it for a couple of hours then brown it and add tomatoes and tomato paste, garlic etc and sugar, like 4 tbs!
Its getting better ergo, just the bottom is hurting, but its more like I slammed my face against the door kind of pain. Should be better soon :)
hellejujah!
?????
BC you can try chewing a clove. or clove oil - tastes a bit overpowering but it is a great toothache calmer
Come as you are...
Can't say I blame him. I'd also be playing that "celebrate good times" song if I ever have to kick a roommate to the curve.
The Man In Black....
Famous Last Words.
-A
Mayo
Hello, how are you today?
So, today I totally had a vision of what you were doing today. Do you wanna know what it was? Yes, I can see you nodding your head ;)
Well anyway, I am going to tell you. I saw you ( a shadow of you cos you told us that you are not who we think you are, and to me you’re a jar of mayoJ) lay on a sun bed outside on a patio next to a pool. The pool and patio was on a dock-off hill that was totally impressive to say the least. So, you were lay on the sun bed and sipping a cocktail, sex on the beach cocktail. You had your shades on and you were being fanned by two guys in togas. How crazy is that, they wore togas, well, I was just thinking that this was madness, but hey mayo, if you want to be fanned and blown by two guys on top of a big hill then you go right ahead. Just don’t forget to put sun cream on because you can get burnt under the sun.
Well, you say your always missing so leave a note next time, you don’t want people coming searching for you if you wanna be alone.
I hope you are well and that you are having a grand time at the moment.
Take care
xxx
In bloom...
...as you were...
Purple Rain..
WHY I LOVE FIMBLE STAR, part one:
You had your shades on and you were being fanned by two guys in togas. How crazy is that, they wore togas, well, I was just thinking that this was madness, but hey mayo, if you want to be fanned and blown by two guys on top of a big hill then you go right ahead.
As I want you to be...
Really, I wish you were here...
If It Be Your Will
...as a friend...
...as an old memory...
As a friend...
Okay I know no one cares but
KU WON!!!!!!!
Victory is Sweet!!!!!
Ergo I'm afraid I don't have those at the moment :(
The pain I have now is better than I had the other day. It doesn't hurt as much today.
Memory-ahhhh
fim that is the best freudian slip ever!
Take your time...
Hurry up...
Ho boy, are we having a Kurt Cobain seance in here tonight?
-A
The choice is yours...
HOORAY for KU!!!
not that I know who or what they are playing but if you're happy i'm happy!
...don't be late...
Don't be late...
I like Tuk U.
Tuktuyuktuk University, to be exact.
-A
Take a rest...
As a friend...
...as a friend...
Hi mustard, rw *squeeze.
Christ Almighty. I'm going to slap that ignorant so-n-so if he doesn't turn that music down!
He's not paying rent so I can turn off the power to his room, correct?
-A
Hi, BC! *squeeze* :)
Go for it, A!
Ergo
Basketball. They won and so Monday night they are gonna play for the championship.
...as an old memory-ahhh...
Memoria...
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