Upon arrival, there isn’t nearly enough air to fill my lungs, so in desperation, I scream. Pulling in all that I can because suddenly I feel empty. The comfortable heavy warmth in my chest has been displaced by vacuum. I have no control over where I am. My arms and legs, unbound, find freedom a challenge. And, although I feel hands pulling and fingers pressing, I have no idea why. It is cold. So, I reach for warmth and I find it in purity. I know where I came from; I did not want to leave and with grief comes depth and in the deep I find surrender. It was warm and I swam in it before I knew you. I would go back, but that was before I saw your eyes, before I was pulled into this world and onto your lap a sloppy mess. I need you and without you I am sure I would not thrive.
p.s. i can only imagine.
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even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
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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 2401 – 2600 of 3954 Newer› Newest»Goodnight safe.
Ladies I hate to shank up the place and run but i need to do some shopping
Goodbye for now
Yeah, Dum Dums and candy cigarettes! Sweeeeeeet!
Lolita!?
How the heck are you?!
You know, I really liked Fun Dip. And, um, spearmint licorice shoe laces and ribbons.
Anyone remember those small candy buttons?
-A
L,
are we gonna have to have an Ass-off?
Why does that sound like a commercial waiting to happen?
"Try NEW and IMPROVED ASS-OFF!"
L.
Hi Loli!
Long time no see!
HOLY SHIT IT'S LOLI!!!
I haven't seen you since christmas!!
-A
Why does that sound like a commercial waiting to happen?
"Try NEW and IMPROVED ASS-OFF!"
See, now that's impossible. In order for there to be an improvement, it can't be new.
So, does this mean that someone sells Ass-Off?
-A
HEY MOUTARDE!
I'm sweeeeeeller than swell!
Annnd....My hair's platinum blonde now!!!! :O :O
Teeheee.
How are you, my creamy, tangy nummy friend?
I think Mayo could rock the Fun Dip and a Ring Pop fo shizzle.
mmmm fun dip....
Hey socky!
Hey Atothemyranth!
Awww ♥♥
Awesome, Lolita!
They say blondes have more fun, so prepare yourself for a partaaaay!
Hey, Lolita! It's good to see you! Well, read you, same thing! How have you been?!
See you later, Martha. Be sure to use your powers for good, not evil!
Amy, those buttons were like acid for kids. I loved the Pixie Straws too. Man, get one of the 3 feet long ones and you were wired for the rest of the day!
L.
Teehee, yep, I need some fun! :)
Hey OPs! I'm swell, thanks! How are you?
I think Mayo could rock the Fun Dip and a Ring Pop fo shizzle.
Why not use the Ring Pop to dip the Fun Dip?
*Dentists everywhere "NOOOOOO!!!!!!"*
-A
Loli, got some pics of that new hair?
-A
Not yet, very soon!
Damn it!
Mayo will like my homemade Peeps, I swear!
Be back in a few, everybody!
Doing ok, Loli!
Amy, I'm sure someone has tried to patent it at some point!
SDock, I can see Mayo with the Ring Pops, maybe two or three on each hand of different colors and flavors. And a couple of candy necklaces.
L.
Mayo,
I saw a wasp yesterday. Well, actually the wasp tried to kill me, but anywayz...made me think of you, and Satan.
Muwhahahaha.
Loli, you have to have pics of your hair soon! Did you get a different cut or is it still long?
L.
L.,
I think you just might be right about that.
Maybe that's what's in Mayo's secret drawer...Ring Pops and Candy Necklaces!
L.
So, Amy, what did I walk into earlier? Porn, magazines, Ass-Offs, etc.?
L.
I would go with blow pops and donuts! :)
Gotta go cook supper! I'm starvin!
Later Peeps!
Anonymous said...
I would go with blow pops and donuts! :)
In honor of RW....
0_0
L, to be honest with you, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.
You know me, go with the flow, especially if it involves ass and porn and musicians!
I'll be back in a few, I really need to go take a shower.
-A
Sorry, I'm-a switchin' between this and the movie Henry: Portrait of A Serial Killer, gettin' distracted.
Urmmm....Nope L, it's still long!
Blow Pops and donuts...well, they do sort of go together. You can practice on the Blow Pop and...
I should stop now.
L.
L you don't practice on Blow Pops, regardless of how convenient the name is.
What about Rocket Pops? Now THAT'S practice!
-A
See ya, SDock. That's what I am going to do it a few minutes.
Loli, I had blond hair for about a milisecond, about 10 years ago. It just didn't suit me. My hair is naturally dark brown with a reddish tint, so I guess a really dark auburn. I stay close to the real color now, except this last color looks a little purplish!
L.
Amy, do you mean those multi-colored suckers that were shaped like a christmas tree and had the wax at the bottom?
L.
What about Rocket Pops? Now THAT'S practice!
-A
rocket pops and donuts it should be!
AND PEEEEEEEEEEEEPS, DAMN IT!
;)
Rocket Pops and Donuts!
And in that honor...
New Logo
L.
Nothing good comes from PEEPS.
^_~
You lie, Anon @ 7:08. You liiiiie. Lots of good stuff comes from Peeps!
I just don't know what!
Going to cook dinner, but hopefully will be back later on.
Love ya,
L.
Surely, something good must come from Peep....
Oooh, I know.
Peeps make you smile.
I like Bunny Peeps myself because you get to eat them one ear at a time.
Exactly!
Peeps = Smile-age.
Mayo will smile forever and ever.
I always liked pop rocks! But if you drink coke with it .....you will explode! For real
Anon,
Nuh-uh.
Also if you swallow your gum, you wont be able to poop!
Thats what my momma said, are you calling her... a liar?
Anonymous said...
I would go with blow pops and donuts! :)
In honor of RW....
0_0
Thank you, Solly!
Yeah. Nuh uh. Didn't you ever watch Urban Legend, Anonymous? Totally and urban legend. I even tried it, and I didn't blow up.
Swallowing gum is bad for your insides. I heard it gets stuck to the lining of your intestines, and it builds up, and builds up, until finally you have the Chewing Gum Gate Bridge.
And if you pee on a subway track you get electrocuted!!
Hi RW!
Yeah, swallowing gum makes it stick to your apendix and then it bursteses!
Well my friend tried it, and he totally exploded....not!
RW,
Did you growl at anyone today?
Im also cross eyed because i sat to close to the t.v.
I had some pop rocks the other day and let's just say they didn't pop or rock as much as I remembered.
I heard that if you stick your finger in an electrical outlet, nothing will happen.
Bah! Please, don't try that at home you guys!
Did you run with scissors?
RW!
Hey, did you get all the caffiene I sent to you?!
I did well today, Solly. I did not growl at anyone. Actually I'm not even all that tired, and I didn't have any coffee 0_0 And my landlady's daughter apologized, how about that!
Yes i did and i have the scar to prove it!
You sent me caffeine, Mustard??
It didn't reach me!
All right, who snaffled me lovely caffeine??
Niiiiiiiiiiice, RW!
My momma said here, go run with this pair of sissors and go have fun.
Anon,
Show us your scar!!!
Aw, man! I totally sent you some caffiene! I left it on the porch this morning. I suppose the buffalo dranked it all up.
O_O
That can't be good.
It was a verye asy day at work. Actually, I think all three weeks of this contract are going to be like that. We're not building any new costumes, just doing alterations. A little boring, but blisfully stress-free.
Wouldn't you guys have a look at that?
I think, for my entire life, I've been misspelling "caffeine."
That's crazy. Or maybe I haven't, and today my right hand is getting ahead of my left.
Leebert's a caffeine fiend, Mustard. I've tried to talk to him about it, but what can you do? Dude's got massives horns, I'm not going to argue with him!
verye asy day
Now, I know why you didn't need the caffeine.
*wink, wink*
Yeah, no. I wouldn't argue with a raging buffalo named Leebert either.
We'll let the unicorn take care of him. ;)
You have been spelling it wrong, Mustard! 0_0
Is that what I typed, Solly?
Maybe I do need some caffeine!
Oh my God!
Seriously, you guys? I have fits if I misspell something. It's terrible.
I'm so sorry for the messed up word!
I'm off for my bath! Anyone coming with me? I can't promise not to use all the hot water.
Anyone?
Well, come on.
Mustard,
It's okay. I promise. I questioned myself when I spelled it. Thank goodness I didn't go back and look at your comment.
Buwahahhahwuwhahahah!
Me, Solly! Wait for meeee!!
*goes with Sdock and RW*
I brought my snorkel and flippers!
Well that was nice.
Just sayin...
Anyone lurking about?
Anonymous said...
I just want to break you down so badly, silence.
Breaking the silence of the night
Can't you hear me screaming?
I look for your face in the neon light
You never answer
I could make all the wrong seem right
If you were by my side
I'd gather all the tears you cried
And hide them deep underground
Hullo :)
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45),
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45),
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45),
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45),
(And I'm) Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
(There is) No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
45
staring down the barrel of a 45
Got something you want to get off your chest, anon?
Well, damn. That's kinda depressing. Good, but depressing.
Solly, my belly is full of pizza and ice cream.
I is happy ^_^
Hush now dont cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
Youre lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over...or has it just begun?
Theres a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run to in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didnt realize it and you were scared
Its a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the tears
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly, you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I-will be watching over you
I-am gonna help you see it through
I-will protect you in the night
I-am smiling next to you...in silent lucidity
If you open your mind for me
You wont rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumblng down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe froom pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dreams alive, you can be the guide but...
Hi guys,
I can't wait to eat my banana splitz ice cream!
Now, I'm rocking some One Republic. I'm doing the manic melancholy again.
Is everybody okay tonight?
Anon, like RW asked, is there something you need or want to talk about? I mean, those lyrics are pretty strong, so I hope everything's okay.
Sdock, your ice cream sounds heavenly, and don't kill me, but I've yet to pick up their album. X_O
That deleted comment was mine. It posted twice for some reason.
Mustard,
God know, I understand. It gets played to death on radio anyways. But they have a couple of songs on that cd that just get me in the gut.
Mustard they're fine, just whining as usual.
I'm sure they will just go off and pretend that everything is hunky dory.
Or God NO even...but I have no doubt that God does probably know.
WHAT?
Yeah, I don't know.
You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Though I know it's possible to convince yourself everything is fine, in reality, things aren't always fine.
I just hope they're okay. No harm, no foul. :)
I hate doing dishes.
-A
Silence
by Thomas Hood
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush'd—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free.
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyæna, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,—
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
*is feeling the effects of a full belly*
I is bloated >_<
Huh? Bullshit what?
Amy, yeah me too! It sucks ass.
What's bullshit now?
God, these slippers STINK.
-a
Hi, A :)
Sdock, the worst part is doing dishes so you can cook supper, and get them dirty again!
Man, if I were rich...
-A
Hallo RW!
-A
Anonymous said...
Silence
by Thomas Hood
beautiful
:)
swamp foot
Amy,
Yeah, or having to wash a bowl so you can have a blow of cereal.
Solly is missing Johnny Cash tonight.
Just sayin...
imma gonna block my ears and cover my eyes, sugar!
Silly
Or washing anything in order to eat.
I need a freaking maid.
-A
Has you gots stinky feets, A?
It's Me
The candy of choice should be Pop Rocks....remember those?
And the sugary liquid in the wax bottles was just sugary liquid in the wax bottles...very sugary. How many wax bottles can you chew at once?
Did not care for the peeps and liked the dots and have to admit I wore a couple of the candy necklaces.
It was all so Grandmas could get us all wound up and send us home!
They just don't make candy like they used to.
anon 8:27
are you Helen Keller?
stop wasting your time
It's Me, I hear you!
The Primer
by Christina Davis
She said, I love you.
He said, Nothing.
(As if there were just one
of each word and the one
who used it, used it up).
In the history of language
the first obscenity was silence.
Hi It's Me!
*pokes you with a pointy stick*
Hehehehehhe!
Hello fellow bloggers! =]
Did I see that Lolita was here today?! =[
I MISS YOU LOLI!<3
RAWR!
it's Me
it's YOU
Sometimes I like silence, and other times, not so much.
You learn a lot during those moments. Sometimes you learn too much.
RAWR!! :D
*pounces on PH and gives her a sloppy kiss*
RAAAAAAWR!
SOLLYKINS! How are you? =]
Hello "It's Me" =]
RW, *squeeze*
Amy! ^_^
Mustard,
Precisely. You know what I hate the most. Those scary rare times when your mind is silent and empty.
It's You
It's ME
Mustarrrrrd!!! =]
It's Me
Funny sdock10....kick me when I was down....NO, NO, poke me with a pointy stick :)
The second cup of coffee helped.
it's YOU
it's ME
It's US
HEY, PH!!! How are ya, kiddo?
Sdock:
Yep. Those are the times I hate. I'm kinda in one of those I think. I have been for a while.
Ph,
I am sending you 17 gigabazillion hugs today!
Are we talking about candy? ^_^
Mayo,
I'm gonna sing you that Mandy Moore song about candy. I am. And you will like it. >_<
My favoritest candy is sour candy. Cry-Baby's and Warheads. OMG. Love'em.
And I used to love Banana-berry Split Hubba Bubba. Awesommmme.
Oh, and Gatorade bubble-gum.
Anyhoo!
I'M HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did ya miss me? Hell yeah, you did!
HEY ERRBODY! ^_^
Hello, It's Me...and YOU...and US!
8:37 you really should do something about your delusions.
It's Me,
I just hope I gave you a giggle or 2 this morning. I mean no harm with my stick. It's not that pointy.
It's You
It's Me
It's Us
It's THEM
Hi Smoke!
Mustard; I am just dandy! How are you today? =] =]
Solly, I'm sending you happy thoughts, mixed in with about a yogibearmillion amount of hugs!
PRINCESS! ^_^
It seems we have the same taste in sour candies! Those are thee best.
It's Ya'll....
Just sayin'.
~♥ SMOOOOOOKE! ♥~
Hullo, S&V! :D
How's the hubby?
RAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRR
I ♥ you, PH!
And I ♥ Mustard and RW and Solly and anybody else that wants my ♥'s.
^_^
Hubby is doing better. My head is not though. >_<
Nah, it's went okay. We got to make yet another doctor appointment in yet another city so....YAY! We're trying for a world record. :)
It's Them
*is feeling left out*
*hangs head*
It's Me
No sdock10...I did laugh (at myself) when I reread this morning.
Note to self....WAKE UP FIRST!!!
it's YOU
it's ME
it's US
it's THEM
it's EVERYBODY
This Living Hand
by John Keats
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed--see here it is--
I hold it towards you.
It's HER
It's Us, Solly :)
*squeezes Solly Dock*
It's Me,
I meant no harm with my pointy stick. I'm more apt to fall on it and impale myself. I think I will leave it outside.
I has stinkytoe.
And um, I prefer old candy to the newer junk they crank out now.
PPPPHHHHHHH!!!
-A is going to start supper, be back later!
Whereabouts are the docs sending him next, S&V?
I would post me some S&G, but everybody knows that song.
it's HIM
*yawns*
IT'S SUPPER!
-A
it's DINNER
*shakes*
*shakes yawning Anon*
WAKE UP!!!
:)
Yeah, it really is supper.
I ♥ you too Princess!! RAAAAAAWR<3
Amy! Enjoy your supper! I'm working on my dad yet again for Warped!! <3
BE BACK SOON GUYS! Going to shower.
Stinkytoe?
O_O
RW,
We'll have to go about two hours away next time.
Oh well, BIGGER MALL! ^_^
I'm awake and alert. Someone else is dreaming.
To You
by Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of
dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your
feet and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops,
work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating,
drinking, suffering, dying.
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you
be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better
than you.
O I have been dilatory and dumb,
I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted
nothing but you.
I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to
yourself,
None but has found you imperfect, I only find no
imperfection in you,
None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will
never consent to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better,
God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.
Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-
figure of all,
From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of
gold-color'd light,
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its
nimbus of gold-color'd light,
From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it
streams, effulgently flowing forever.
O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!
You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon
yourself all your life,
Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,
What you have done returns already in mockeries,
(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in
mockeries, what is their return?)
The mockeries are not you,
Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,
I pursue you where none else has pursued you,
Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the
accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from others or
from yourself, they do not conceal you from me,
The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if
these balk others they do not balk me,
The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed,
premature death, all these I part aside.
There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied
in you,
There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good
is in you,
No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits
for you.
As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like
carefully to you,
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than
I sing the songs of the glory of you.
Whoever you are! claim your own at an hazard!
These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you,
These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are
immense and interminable as they,
These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of
apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or
mistress over them,
Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements,
pain, passion, dissolution.
The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing
sufficiency,
Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,
whatever you are promulges itself,
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided,
nothing is scanted,
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what
you are picks its way.
From US
I've got to go for a bit too. I've got a going-away potluck party to attend at the opera after work tomorrow, got to go make layered dip.
brb...
Smoke,
Did you hit up the Hot Topic?
Bigger malls is bestest, S&V!
It's Me
Two-Two-Two anons in one.
They seem to be running wild. Buy one get one free.
Hurry for Queensryche! ^_^
More later. :D
*perplexed*
Ummm, Hot Topic? No. I was not allowed to actually go inside the mall. Only JCPenney. As if. You know me and my ma-in-law could have stayed all night.
I did get me a pretty little dress for the wedding! ^_^
Remember the one I looked at last time and didn't get? Well, they had it but not in my size so my mother-in-law tried it on. >_<
Thankfully, she didn't like it. I would have been so peeved.
BRB. Gotta go shower.
there is no "us" you have "one", and I have "one"
It's Me
I need to go for now. It has been one of those days.
Just let the dog down...dinner time was an hour ago.
Tomorrow is another day :)
See you all later.
*counts*
1, 2, 2, 1
Wait what?
I was the breaking down silence anon earlier, just trying to make a TBS reference, didn't mean any harm. Now I'm waiting for my Ipod to synch so I can listen to my new album, and check my new name!
Awwwhh GD Anon,
*squeeze*
You deserve hugs!
the words of a poet should NEVER be trivialized
Thank you, and I will give you another slice of rum cake if you want, although I think I missed your bath tonight.
gd anon,
Awwh, thanks I would love some more cake. I can take another bath if you'd like.
Oh, I don't think you're so nasty that you need another bath!! You can just have your cake. Wait, that sounds wrong, I mean to say you're not nasty at all.
Wait, what?
Who is GD Anon?
What?
Coconut Rum Cake Anon?
Oh! I was gonna tell Messing Up Food Names Anon that I went to Crapper Barrel. ^_^
rum cake, AI hating, and GD anon are all one in the same. I have a split personality. And the GD stands for Gavin Degraw, :)
GD Anon,
I dunno. If you ask Gutter Anon, you might find out that I'm pretty filthy.
This cake is delicious.
Smoke,
Not Crapper Barrel!
But I know that others may have another meaning for "GD" in relation to anons.
I ♥ you for Gavin DeGraw, Anon.
Cool.
Ok, I'll be right back....
Ooooh yeah, MUSSSSSSSSSSTARRRD!
GD anon is HERE!
Sometimes you have to yell!!
Who's gonna get voted off tonight??
I love the hashbrown casserole at Crapper Barrel.
I'm not being allowed to watch the results show. :( My family says the Ford commercials scare them.
Hhahaha! That's funny about the commercials. I think David Cook's hair is much scarier.
and my frowny face got messed up!!
HEEEEEEEEY!
I think Syesha's gonna get sent packing. I think.
RAAAAAAAAWR
Mustard
This is Gavin Anon!
Just poppin' in to say I'm off to watch The Real World!
^_^
hello again!
mustard - stand by
RAWR!
ME!!!!!!!!!
MEEEEEEE
MEEE
If I wasn't so laid back like Gavin, I might be saying mean coarse things about Blogger about now. And a gargle throat versus combover final would be ooky. And Mustard, I still haven't had a chance to listen!! I think he's gonna sing me to sleep later.
Ha! Now, I'm really going to take a shower.
Hee-hee.
ME!
Solly, S&V kicked yo ass.
Do you want me to rough her up for you?
Awwwh, poor David A., he went home and got mobbed by swarms of teenies and preteenies. He is scarred for life.
SMOKE,
YOU SUCK!
For mustard
Your desktop just got better!
regular, choc. coated and a good 7 inches!
For RW
0_0
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