As any good poem will do, I was moved to another place. Taken back to a day long ago when I was twelve, no maybe eleven, and had spent a good portion of the afternoon alone foraging around in the yard. Aside from some awkward social issues, I was content (even the social issues contented me because it gave me the excuse to be alone). So that particular day, standing in my yard, breathing in the warm fresh air of spring, I recall being rained upon by helicopters. I collected them all in a box, or perhaps it was a bucket, and climbed my favorite tree as high as I could and re-released them to the ground. It was my intention to allow them a second flight, to once again be aloft.
It is amazing how similar we are, humans. Inhale (I’m), exhale (here). At the very core we exist, our attempts to make our lives enjoyable or in some instances passable should be worthy. Take it in, the amazing, the simple, the meaningful and give it away, just the same.
As I have said (and as some have speculated) I am privileged to have a few places to spout off (last count...Three, “oh lucky me.”). Of course, some of my words were never intended to be read by anyone other than the one I wrote them for and in some cases no one at all. These places have never intersected, until now. I have been reminded to rip myself open. So, I have gathered up these words for a second flight.
Her fingers weave through my hair
And her breath is a reminder (that I breathe)
In and out, slow and almost silent
I'm
It is amazing how similar we are, humans. Inhale (I’m), exhale (here). At the very core we exist, our attempts to make our lives enjoyable or in some instances passable should be worthy. Take it in, the amazing, the simple, the meaningful and give it away, just the same.
As I have said (and as some have speculated) I am privileged to have a few places to spout off (last count...Three, “oh lucky me.”). Of course, some of my words were never intended to be read by anyone other than the one I wrote them for and in some cases no one at all. These places have never intersected, until now. I have been reminded to rip myself open. So, I have gathered up these words for a second flight.
Her fingers weave through my hair
And her breath is a reminder (that I breathe)
In and out, slow and almost silent
I'm
h e r e
I'm
h e r e
I'm
h e r e
Her evening promise
brings me rest.
When I wake, whenever that may be
I can tell her anything
and she believes
And I understand
the weight of trust.
She begs me for more,
more anything, more everything
and I oblige, within reason
I can give endlessly
and she will return the favor.
She is at once present
and future entwined
For years in the making
and each moment a step
closer to letting go.
p.s. but once I am dead, Dis.
The written word, in any form, is a powerful gift. But, it can also destroy.
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DAMNIT!
Things that make the heart lurch with anxiety -
Watching a horse race.
When a parent looks out of sorts, and remarks that they're not feeling well. This particularly worries you to distraction when you've been hearing panicky tales of plague sweeping the land.
...Your heart naturally lurches when you hear the voice of your secret lover in an unexpected place, but the same thing happens even when you hear someone else talking about him.
It also lurches when someone you really detest arrives for a visit.
Indeed the heart is a creature amazingly prone to lurching.
I DID! DAMNIT MAN!
G'Night BlogBelievers!
Sleep well and sweet dreams!
oh pooh I noticed too late!
sorry, dudette. Didn't mean to, I take it in your name.
goodnight sdock sweet dreams
Love to YOU Always,
S
Solly I just want to say, I love how you say this every night. ^_^
Anon, I've read about it, and it's apparently good, but I just never really get around to watching movies.
It troubles my boyfriend deeply.
I must say I'm ashamed for any woman who's taken in by some man who is privately thinking, "How depressing! She's not at all what I'd hoped she'd be. She's full of irritating faults," but when he's with her he will fawn and flatter and convince her to trust him. This is particularly true of someone who has the reputation for the dashing nature of his love affairs - such a lover would certainly never act in a way that would suggest to the woman that he's lacking in feelings for her.
And then there's the man who doesn't keep his criticisms to himself, but will speak his mind about one woman's faults to another woman, and do the same about her when he's with the first, while she never suspects that he slanders her to the other and assumes that his confiding these criticisms to her can only mean that she's the one he really loves.
I must say, if I ever come across a man who seems to feel for me at all, I immediately assume he's actually quite shallow-hearted, so I have no need to expose myself to potential embarrassment.
Wow, this is one deep post, Mayo. Be content in the knowledge that you've made the Lovelies think today! I'm still thinking, too. Had lots of thoughts but none, so far, correct.
Good to see you back, but I never thought you were gone. Bizzy, maybe, but not gone. Are you jappy today?
SS, you know I think you're clever, but you may have out-clevered me this time. ;) Still pondering.
Hey everybody! Who else's brain hurts?
J
*blinks*
Aw man, Amyranth, you need to rectify that. Movies are fun. Music is better grant you, but I like a good head scratcher of a movie.
J, about what?
I hit a bottle of sake earlier, still feeling the effects.
-A
Anon, my most recent favorite is Matchstick Men. Talk about a head scratcher.
Here's another good one.
Why don't men want kids?
-A
Ooh, Amy, does that mean the mean will come out? :) Just kidding, I lurk about a lot.
Because they think the sexing will stop?
Hi J how are you?
anon I love a good movie, I just rarely have time to watch them which is a shame.
(and I have watched far too many kids movies far to many times)
Donnie Darko is very thought provoking, and still puzzles me.
Anon have you seen 12 Monkeys and Dark City? I have a heap more I'd like to see but never get around to it
Amy: what "about what"? (Just had a bloodsugar drop, and am still kind of blargy.)
Did you love Sparkle in the video?
Hi Ergo, Anon, all Japanese death poets, and goodnight SDock!
J
amy a lot do but the thought of what they may lose is pretty strong, depends on the guy
Ergo, believe it or not I have seen "Dark City". It's one of a few odd pieces of film I've seen. Really different, isn't it?
Kids draw the woman's attention away from the man, Amy. For some guys, it's a jealousy thing.
J
12 Monkeys is a favorite of mine, but I don't believe I have watched Dark City. Must look into it. I really really love movies, more than I should.
Sparkle is adorable J! I meant you saying your head hurt, "about what"?
Anon, not too soon. So far, I don't have that "Macked by a Truck" feeling.
Ergo, it just seems like I can never really gauge what he's thinking.
Especially when it comes to marriage and kids.
-A
Ergo, I put Dark City at the top of my Netflix.
Oh yeah! Mayo's post, Amy. He always makes my brain hurt, bless him.
Don't get me wrong, Mayo, I love to try to decipher your words, but some days, man...I got nothin'.
One of my favorite movies is "Fantasia", even though it's a "kid's" movie. It's beautiful.
J
*muffles a giggle*
When God gives you lemons, FIND A NEW GOD.
-A
Amyranth, have you just flat out asked him? I'm not being flippant, because I know that's hard. How long have you been a couple?
J, I think I got it this time.
Except for all the "her" stuff. A safe assumption is his wife.
-A
anon Dark City I loved, the premise was so interesting.
dark city but don't read the whole article (of course) it would spoil it
I looked it up, saw Rufus Sewell, and that made me put it on my queue. I think he is quite fetching.
Just out rummaging through the Internet and found this tidbit.
Coincidental or deliberate?
Deep meaning or serendipity?
It's always up in the air when it come to Mayo! :)
Momus -
"Right Hand Heart"
I meet this girl with a righthand heart
I notice nothing until we start to kiss
And my hand goes beneath her dress
To the lefthand breast
Downstairs the party's going full swing
The people we came with haven't noticed a thing
As I tease the teat with my teeth
I feel nothing underneath
She puts my ear across her chest
Rests my head against the righthand breast
Sure enough her heart is there
Loud and clear
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of her body
And though I know there's nothing dangerous in it
I'm feeling queasy, getting worse by the minute
Wondering how to escape this nightmare
When up the stair
Comes this boy with no heart at all
Him and her they make the perfect couple
Him so blind in his rapacity
That he doesn't even see it
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of her body
And as I contemplate this mating of rapacity and sickness
Of which I am the fascinated, unwilling witness
I see he couldn't care where her heart might be
And I say "what the hell is wrong with me?
Am I just too pure and too proud?"
And as the bed creaks I ask myself aloud
"Could it be that what makes me a freak Is my contempt for freaks?"
I start to sweat, I feel it approach
Familiar self-hate, familiar self-reproach
And under my guard again it beats so hard
My righthand heart
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
The wrong side of my body
Beat, beating, beating on
The right side of oblivion
Beat, beating, beating on
Anon, five years, and no, you're not being flippant.
I've asked, we've talked, I hope we'll get married and have kids someday.
His thing is he says "No, No, No, No... When I have kids... blah blah blah" you know?
Also, regardless of how long you've been together, there is always the possibility that your partner could wake up in the morning and decide to Peace Out.
It's kind of a pain.
-A
Well, I'm a-gonna keep thinking on it, Amy.
Sparkle loves her new "movie star" status, and said she will be signing autographs for one piece of gum apiece. :D
Can you believe our hair from back in the day? L was BLONDE! AAAAAAAGH! And my hair was so short! Gives me shivers.
J
amy does he know guys married with kids, like friends of his, sometimes not seeing others happily that way makes guys unsure how they'd be.
you can tell him that getting married makes very little difference to a relationship compared to kids.
Always beats me how some guys will happily sleep around unprotected but shy away from marrying as it'll "be the end of their life" and all that melodrama.
Hello everyone!
Anon, that's the third time that's been posted. I caught it, and so did Mustard.
I wonder.. nah. Mayo never 'fesses up about this stuff.
-A
I never really had to deal with that aspect Amy, so I feel at a loss to give you advice. I do know that I have friends who lived together for years, bought a house together even, and THEN decided to get married. They have dogs instead of kids though, and I *think* it is a mutual decision. All relationships are different.
Hi Cupcake, how's life?
J
Back in the day? J, how old are those pictures?
Ergo, I suppose the only way to find out is to get preggers! Ha!
-A
I fucking love Matchstick Men! It kinda breaks my heart, but it's awesome. I love Nic Cage.
Anon, incredibly so.
For all I know we'll get married and have 42 kids.
Maybe we'll become crazy cat people?
Oh well. Time will tell, and it looks like I have a bit of it yet!
-A
Hello J, things are pretty ok, how are you?
anon City of Lost children also, brilliant movie
Anon, broke my heart, then jumped on it a bunch of times.
By the end of it, I cried a little.
-A
hi again CC how was shopping?
Hi Ergo! it was pretty good. I bought a fortunes worth of hair products. haha
11:57, Mustard posted that this afternoon.
The biggest mosquito I've ever seen in all my born days is flying around. I think this bastard could carry a few passengers, dang.
I really want to go to bed because I'm tired, but my friend who is staying with me hasn't called yet to tell me if she's coming back, or if she's staying the night with her idiot boyfriend and I can lock up and go to bed. Grrr, I'm tired.
Anon, that's the third time that's been posted. I caught it, and so did Mustard.
Oh fuss, I thought I had spotted something New and Intriguing.
My most Humble Apologies.
Not bad, CC, had to clean the catbox tonight--WOOHOO! Big fun at my house. Shopping for you? What'd you get?
Amy, some of them are from about 10 years ago, some about 15. Yep, it's true.
J
Added it too, Ergo, you're better than the Netflix recommendations.
It's okay Anon.
I was hoping I'd stumbled on something neat too, but I can't wrap my mind around it. Except for oblivion.
-A
I bought hairdressing things J, I could practically set up shop!
Oh Amy! hi there! :)
No worries.
God damn, I want to go to bed. Why won't she call me and tell me one way or the other? >_<
'Tis a Truth, Miss Amyranth, that our Host is a Happy Challenge for the Intellect.
:)
thanks anon!
I have a taste for suspense and sci fi, especially if they are psychologically disturbing.
My favourite movie of all time is an old one called Dead of Night, B&W
absolutely adore it!Dead of Night
also Rocking Horse Winner, Blythe Spirit, Miranda and Mad About Men (the last 3 are funny, last 2 about a mermaid, original and sequel)
K I hope she calls you soon, can you call her? I hate inconsiderate people when you are waiting for them
Mayo, I was writing about your post here on my own blog, and I realized that there's something I need to tell you. Here is what I said of you on my blog:
My friend liked (the poem I wrote) and he put it on his web page, which made me smile. (He also gave it the name "Aloft." I have a bad habit of not naming my poems.) Then he shared a poem that he had written because, he said, "I have been reminded to rip myself open." Those words were a play on the word "indehiscent," and while I was pleased that he had so fully gotten the poem, later on in the day it occurred to me that perhaps he might have thought that the last line of that was to chide him for being too distant. It wasn't. Rather it had to do with a poem I had written a few weeks before:
I've often tried, but never to avail, you see
to find the key to break this out of jail, you see.
The key is mine, although it's been mislaid,
I locked it up and since have lost the trail, you see.
I sometimes think the key is gone for good,
or if another has yet to prevail, you see.
A little cracked, though not unusable,
it's never weak, not delicate or frail, you see,
for things that shatter ringing to the floor,
are things that more than likely tend to fail, you see?
It sees through darkness, hears through silent walls,
the falling notes and lilting rising scales, you see.
It lies in wait beyond a darkened sea,
for ships propelled by laughter-laden gales, you see.
The ships are made of reason, words and light,
and sheets of cherry blossoms are the sails you see.
And though you're not the key or gale or ship,
your voice has often pierced the Weaver's veil, you see."
I wanted you to know that Mayo. I'm sure you already figured that out, but just in case you didn't, I wanted to make sure.
Again, thank you for all of it. :)
Oh, she just called, thank goodness. ^_^ She is staying with her idiot boyfriend, so I can go to bed.
Ergo, I'd thought about calling her, but then I figured I might be interrupting something, and I would never live that down. >_<
12.17/12.26, I like the way you write. It fills me with Love. :D
J
That was awesome Kapunua :)
Oh man, some of those even Netflix doesn't have. I remember reading the story for Rocking Horse Winner, it kinda disturbed me. And which Miranda movie are you talking about, I found two?
Okay, finally I can go to bed and read a bit! Hurray. Good night all.
S(S)S, you always have our back, and I think that's so awesome of you. You are fantastically kind. Thank you.
Goodnight kapunua
Am I missing something about the song having to do with Mayo?
Thank you Cupcake! I always seem to miss you, but I'm glad I checked one more time before bed. ^_^ I hope you're doing well. :)
Thanks kapunua :) Sleep well.
Rocking Horse Winner is disturbing and the Miranda is the 1948 one with Glynis Johns, Mad About Men is the sequel.
Blithe Spirit is 1945
(I have a thing for 1940's movies)
Thank you Ergo, I love old cinema too.
Hiya Cuppy!
Anon, at least we can say we're here because we like the challenge. Closet Rhodes Scholars, this lot!
Lovelies, I think I need to head off. I might actually get some sleep tonight, thank Jesus H.
I hope you all have a good evening and weekend.
Mayo, I'm glad you quelled the fear in here.
Goodnight everyone.
-A
does it have Dead of Night?
if you hate ventriliquist dummies it's even more disturbing
"the evil starts when I break my glasses"
Goodnight Amy, sleep well. I sent you an email a few minutes ago.
J
Goodnight Amy :) Sleep well.
No, there seems to be a dearth in the old movie catalog. I suppose a lot of them haven't been converted to disc. Darn!
Goodnight, Amyranth.
welll that isn't an exact quote
but one story is about a mirror that reflects a different room behind him, these are quotes from that scene
:Talking about the mirror:]
Peter Cortland: But in a queer sort of way, it fascinates me. I feel as though that room, the one in the mirror, were trying to... to claim me. To draw me into it. It almost becomes the real room, and my own bedroom imaginary.
[He takes a drag off his cigarette with a shaking hand]
Peter Cortland: And I know that there's something waiting for me on the other side of the mirror. Something evil. Monstrously evil. And if I cross that dividing line, something awful will happen.
oooh I get the heebie jeebies just recalling it. lol
Please pardon me my Lapse in Reply, Miss J.
Yr. Compliment is Most Agreeable indeed but most wholly Undeserv'd. I blush to think that my Humble Words could Inspire such a Noble Emotion as that.
Ergo! I could totally picture that! Good description.
goodnight amy sweet dreams!
anon if you like old horror you must seek it out, it was one of the first of it's kind, it's a bit cult so it must exist, I recorded it off tv once
12:53 anon you are wonderful!
Well off I go!
Take care everyone. :)
xoxo cupcake (the incredibly boring)
bye cupcake! have a good weekend
You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you
Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why
It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you
Oh so many many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you
Pray to your Christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break
Never---choke on a lie
Even though he's the one who did this to you
You never thought to question why
Not like you killed someone
It's Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ
As if he knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
Did it all for you
He did it all for you..
12.53, don't be so modest. I Hope you realize words are wonderful.
J
P.S. GOODNIGHT CUPCAKE!
1.04, oh my word. Time to go to church?
J
I'm pretty new to this blogging and I don't know what's going on for the most part, I feel like I'm missing a large part of the conversation. Is Kapunua the "weaver" because there is all this talk about weaving, looms. (I learned how to weave on a loom in school once on a class trip. I know they're not talking about that but it reminded me of it)? It is like a big riddle. Weaving. Looms. I feel left out like I just wanked into something private. Can soemone explain.
Fuck I meant walked not wanked. I feel like an idiot.
Never mind!!!
I just wanked into something private
freudian slip by any chance?
sorry what a STUPID mistake!! I feel like an idiot!
Okay, you said wanked and that's making me laugh. You should probably just read back to catch the threads (see, another weaving reference)
How do you make a blogger?
And don't beat yourself up, simple mistake. No idiocy.
There is soooo much to read, I was hoping somebody could fill me in. Neve rmind I already feel stupid! When I have more time I'll look more but thousands of comments???
1:12 don't be so uptight. You're not an idiot.
Ah, and now I must Accolades from You, Miss Ergoproxy, as well? It is too much. I am Ashame'd to have Drawn so much Attention: But, I must Respond with Agreement to Miss J's Premise that Words are a Wonderment. Indeed, they are Potent and a True Miracle, of which I Partake with Delight yet Practise with little Skill.
anon welcome to blogworld!
we make hideous typos often! so don't feel bad
to make a blog just go to blogger.com and follow the instructions
you know I was telling someone about elton johns concert and said "there was no fanfare he just wanked on stage and started playing!"
oh boy bad mental image!
Alright I just clicked on some of your names, I am right when I think Kapuna is the "weaver" and she is pretty good. You all seem cool, sorry for sounding uptight. I hope I didn't interrupt a private moment or wank on it lol.
knowing Elton John he did wank on stage!! Alright I don't feel SO bad anymore then. Thanks
1.15, you spelled "Practise" the British way. Are you a visitor from across the pond?
J
Kapuna is the weavergirl and they are in love. Sweet.
There is alot of love here.
Also a lot of hypocrisy, dissent, and lying. Just like the real world, welcome to it.
anon if you look at the top of a blog page it'll say Create Blog - click that
12:53 your words are charming regardless
In love? Awwww that is nice, no wanking from me I promise. My friend who is in college told me about this place and the Black Parade is dead thing so I decided to look. i already was told it is not Gerard's blog oh well. It's still nice.
Mayo, this is such a beautiful post. Thanks!
Thank you for your help!!! I have to pick a name. Where is the Black Parade one, that's the one I am interested in reading.
hold on, are you sayin' Mayo and weaver girl are in love?
Your Query Confounds me, Miss J., for I Confess I am near no Ponds, nor have I travell'd across Any?
And thus an Examplar of the Trickery of Words! Alas, that Communication is so easily Subverted.
I didn't say that I said, there is love here. I accidentally made a fool of myself saying wank instead of walked and then I asked about the black parade one. Can anybody show me that one?
That's how it looks to me.
My Heart is fill'd with Warmth, Miss Ergoproxy, and I Bow in Acquiesence.
Kapuna is the weavergirl and they are in love. Sweet.
Who is they?
Might have been deleted, for all I know. Mayo cleaned house awhile back and not sure what he shoved up on the shelf.
a while back anon, I can't even recall the title, look back at the posts near the mexico date, which I can't help you with either
Anon, if you are looking for the post where Mayonaise said something specific about the Black Parade, you won't find it. That is just a persistent rumor about this blog. And Kapunua and Mayo are just random friends from a random blog. Mayo is married, for over a year it seems like, and his poem is to his wife.
Anyone here?
Ergooooooo *echoing*
Anons?
Kapunua is the resident bitter hag.
that's why all the love poetry was posted, they're in love
Alright thank you for your help the one's who did help. I can't find it, but my friend told me about it. She said to be careful lol. I know he isn't Gerard Way, my friend made sure I knew that before I asked any questions, she said to mind my ps and qs.
didn't someone mention he divorced?
They are most definitely not in love. The poem is to his wife.
hi miranth
anon I think the love poetry is by completely different people
Someone did say he was divorced but that's doubtful. Mayo is married, like he said and the poem is to his wife. Pay attention, it's very clear.
Is that why 1.34
I think it has the word Mothball in it, and it's back near October maybe? I'm not sure.
And of course the "love anons" are not Kapunua! She has nothing to do with that.
1:37 and you know this how?
it didn't mention the black parade specifically, it was about mothballing. it was before the end of Nov as that was the start of the aussie tour
Anon - I agree with the other anon. I am pretty certain that the poem is to his wife.
Hi ergo! I didn't bother to catch up, as I was busy watching LOST and debriefing after watching it. I am happy that Mayo posted, as now we know he's ok! Any thing new go down?
J - Are you still here? Hello if you are!
OK OK they are not in love, friend are ool. I can't find anything in October though.
none of you know this for sure, you don't even know he really has a wife
found how to go back in the posts, thanks for helping.
Mayo said he has a wife and I believe him.
He said he was married at one point, I believe anon, hence the poem is for his wife.
lright alright, it is way confusing. Lol, I can't follow the mothball one. Is it about the Black parade being dead?
Anonymous said...
And of course the "love anons" are not Kapunua! She has nothing to do with that.
nope
true, 1:41, or that he is even a "he." The internet, it's an interesting place.
so, does that mean that he and his wife are posting love poetry to themselves?
I am so confused!
anon it wasn't specifically but it coincidentally was posted just prior to the last show where he announced it
We don't know if the "love poetry" or cyber sexing ones were Mayo and his wife or not.
1.28, I was wondering whether you were English. The spelling and all. No big deal. I'm enjoying your comments, though.
Anon asking about the love poems, we've had a couple of "Love Anon" couples here posting poems, lyrics, etc. It's very sweet. None of them are Mayo; he wouldn't post things like that to any of us. He's told us before that he's married, but no mention of divorcing.
J
I don't know who the love anons are. I could speculate, but I don't, because I don't want to know.
what about if he's cheating?
the love poetry isn't by anyone we know I think, it's just anons, I tend to ignore it as it's too hard to follow
"Cioncidentaly" lol, I can get what you're saying. Thank you for helping me. Is the "righteous hard" one suppose to be like Frank?
I do enjoy reading poetry and songs about love, however.
Hi J - anything new?
Of course he is not cheating. IF he was, he wouldn't put it on a public blog anyway.
From the corner.
Always, they gather around the table.
Their hands clasp coffee cups
of different colors, shapes, and sizes.
Scattered before them plates hold sweets.
They arrive, each with beautiful minds
bounding exuberance, and cautious measure.
Another day and the scene may be festive,
music, cocktails, streamers, and balloons.
And another, somber
with their wondrous hearts saving the day.
Always, they are lovely to behold
and they graciously offer
the culmination of extraordinary lives.
They saunter in and take their usual place,
then spirit out again to live, work, love, and play.
Always offering their host a taste
of what that experience could be.
I walk among them undisturbed,
sharing the endeavor
with their glorious insight discerning the way.
Mayo, do you remember when you felt like this? When we all did?
you don't know that. know one knows who he is. it's easily hidden
it depends on whether you want to think mayo is gerard, someone who knows him or just a lucky guesser.
you'll go nuts trying to figure it out!
it's easier to just go with the flow
gotta go for a while should be back later
take care all!
There is nothing in the whole world so painful as feeling that one is not liked. It always seems to me that people who hate me must be suffering from some kind of lunacy.
SOmeone who knows him..... Mikey??
Hi Miranth, nope, same ol' same ol'.
Anon, why would Mayo write anything about Frank?
J
What's Mikey got to do with this? It's not Gerard.
What does 'righteous hard' refer to?
Forgive my grammar :)
Someone who knows Gerard so I just thought..... Mikey Way. He would "coincidentally" know about the Black parade being dead. Where can ai Look up old tour dates?
If right side; of oblivioni s a song, how does it refer to Mayo?
“Who loves a lot, forgives a lot.”
amadeo-anon
That is too true. :) I know from experience.
That does not sound like the "real" Sei.
there are two loves on this blog. you can all deny it, but it must be one of you. it must be weaver girl.
I meant HEART! Fuck I keep saying the wrong things!!
Other anon, I think there's a few choice lines you can pick out of those song lyrics that fit this place perfectly.
Isn't real sei always in italics or something?
*pets Sparkle* who *baas complacently*
:)
I really doubt it is the Weaver Girl. She has said before that she's single and others have made a point of pointing it out to her again and again.
It must be a "hard" life for you 1:56 ^_^
Anonymous said...
Someone who knows Gerard so I just thought..... Mikey Way. He would "coincidentally" know about the Black parade being dead. Where can ai Look up old tour dates?
May 30, 2008 1:53 AM
Why all the questions about MCR on Mayo's blog?
J
people lie, do it all the time
gahd
It better not be weaver girl
How was L's birthday? Did you throw a party or do something special?
Well, because a lot of people thought this was Gerard's blog? Plus a lot of people here are MCR fans?
omg is he in love?
Well my friend said that MCR fans gathered here and there were hitns about MCR but that it wasn't Gerard. She just said it was wierd and I wanted to know. Its a very confusing place. You don't know who Mayo is? Then one of you said he was married for over a year, wasn't Mikey married for over a year?
OMG JJ!!
Does anyone here ride horses?
Well, M, we went to dinner at Amerigo, a new Italian place here. Then we went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and I bought her (and yes, this is what she wanted) a new set of sheets and new pillows. That was pretty much it. Saturday we're going up to her niece's for her big birthday party from her family; our friend S is going with us. We'll be back on Sunday.
J
do you think Mikey is this erudite?
I have ridden a horse before anon, but not recently.
Where is the link to the other blog? I can't spell his name.
omg, omg, omg!
I used to ride horses too, did you ever show?
Does anyone here collect anything unusual? Plates, dolls, things like that?
Mayo and weaver girl, makes sense.
It does not make sense, Mayo is married, the poem is to his wife. Get a grip, pay attention, you will see this.
yes
You're here for the wrong reasons, anon. Obviously for inside information on MCR and this isn't that kind of place. Please leave.
I collect driftwood. What do you all collect?
ANd How are you beautiful sexxxy women of the blogger tonight?
Just the local vampyre Larking about.
Or is that Lurking about? From what I have read so far it may be wanking about....
Hmmmmmmm
no I don't see it
I collect autographed baseballs!
That sounds like fun, J. Italian food is great anytime and I can appreciate L's love of new bedding :) The family party sounds like it will be fun, too, but mainly I think it must be wonderful to share in these experiences with your best friend. Like sisters :)
Mayo is not GW
Mayo is in love (maybe?)
Mayo could loves poetry
so...
Hey Triston, you've come in at Freaky Fishing-for-Info Anon Time! How's Life? ;)
J
I was n't being Freaky! Sorry! I came at a bad time I see!
Life is incredible...but someone did leave me a comment on my blog that they miss "the Fucking"....well you know what?...Darn if I aint missin it too.
And yes, no matter what they say, it is Frank.
Anon get as freaky as you want...they are messing with you....
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