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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Anon - play nice.
hey GS!!
are you the one with the higher voice or the lower voice though cos i can't remember which was which??
* sits down with a cuppa *
The higher one unfortunately. I sound about 12 :(
How was your night out by the way?
GS the higher voice one (erm YOU) sounded really sweet!! no thats all good! haha bless you!
my night out was good. met a load of teachers (mr bloke is a teacher) i hadn't met before. they talked shop a bit but i can cope! got drunk basically, pretty much what i always do, but not to embarrass myself, i was still in control. then started to talk about bands with an optician (who is married to a teacher), obviously eye sight prescriptions and stigmatisms (erm spelling) crept into the convo. then we did shots, smoked tabs on the front porch and i was still home by midnight!!
quite a success!
Mayonaise is going to disney world when he dies!
^_~
Farawaysocloses reading material
haha anon!
disneyland can be hell with a 2 yr old!! trust me!
Mayonaise is going to disney world when he dies!
Oh my grief, hell on Earth * shudders *
FASC - sounds a pretty civilised evening. Unfortunately teacher types do talk shop; it's the type of job where it doesn't get left at the factory door. Well done you for getting through it :)
So what music does the optician like?
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you [x4]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
Anon - I love that song. I'd never heard of Hoobastank before that song, and I've never heard of them since.
So what music does the optician like?
GS, unfortunately not the stuff i liked!! he was into the 90's dance era!! but he was alot of fun to chat to and appreciated the fact that i was into different music and even took the piss out of me!! so i think thats kinda fine!
hey and the host of the party's cousin is in kasabian!! not sure what role? drummer or bassist i think? not overly keen on kasabian myself but i didn't tell her that!!(didn't they biggy diss MCR?? - pretty sure they did and in that interview in asia somewhere GW gets all pissy about it and says "we are not talking about that!!" don't blame him either!!)
right i know i have hardly been here but mr bloke has just reminded me that we have alot of sky plus recorded telly to catch up on!! so i must away!
nice to be around the same time as you GS!! its been a while!
and i commented on my blog so its working now! blogger was obviously having a moment!!!
see ya lovelies!!
mayo and SS *hugs* to you both!
love to you all!
None of us are perfect, anonymous. We all say and do things we wish we hadn't. We all make mistakes. It's a part of being human. Another part of being human is forgiveness. Forgiveness is a big part of being human.
Who did Mayo hurt? That makes him want to be a better person?
FASC - my daughters boyfriend is into 80's music * shakes head in amazement *.
I like Kasabian but the lead singer is a bit full of himself.
Nice talking to you.
Abysinia. * GS watches too much Vicar of Dibley *
Moving on and getting over it when people want to break ties after you hurt them is a big part of being human too. As a friend of mine says: Just statin'.
Hi Kapunua. May I ask; did you ever study Wordsworth and Coleridge?
I did, GS, a long time ago. I wrote a few papers on Coleridge but I'll be damned if I can even remember the first few lines of Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Very sad.
I was trying to say hi to you and FASC and ask how you were doing, but Blogger is methodically and toothlessly sucking every pole in town, wtf?
Anyway, how are you? ^_^
Even worse, I can't even think of Wordsworth without thinking of Monty Python. "A host of golden worker ants!" "I wandered lowly as a crab."
ahh, my childhood.
Blogger is methodically and toothlessly sucking every pole in town,
Tell me about it. When everyone was merrily trotting off to see Mayo's new post yesterday I had nothing. Took me a good 5 minutes to find it.
I asked about W and C as my daughter is on study leave and was having a major bitch today. I said in passing that she should have a chat with you and she was all " Really?! Would she mind? Do you think she would? "
As to my health, I've had a stinker of a headache all day but that is due to withdrawal symptoms. I'm slowly reducing my tea intake ... not a pretty sight.
How are you? Any word from the lady from the outreach centres?
Haha, "hurt".
Any word from the lady from the outreach centres?
Following on from this; have you ever thought about doing any VSO work? I know you have the animals to consider but you can do it short term, doesn't have to be for a major length of time.
Wordsworth and Coleridge:
Emotion, Imagination and Complexity
The 19th century was heralded by a major shift in the conception and emphasis of literary art and, specifically, poetry. During the 18th century the catchphrase of literature and art was reason. Logic and rationality took precedence in any form of written expression. Ideas of validity and aesthetic beauty were centered around concepts such as the collective "we" and the eradication of passion in human behavior. In 1798 all of those ideas about literature were challenged by the publication of Lyrical Ballads, which featured the poetry of William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Wordsworth and Coleridge both had strong, and sometimes conflicting, opinions about what constituted well-written poetry. Their ideas were centered around the origins of poetry in the poet and the role of poetry in the world, and these theoretical concepts led to the creation of poetry that is sufficiently complex to support a wide variety of critical readings in a modern context.
Wordsworth wrote a preface to Lyrical Ballads in which he puts forth his ideas about poetry. His conception of poetry hinges on three major premises. Wordsworth asserts that poetry is the language of the common man:
To this knowledge which all men carry about with them, and to these sympathies in which without any other discipline than that of our daily life we are fitted to take delight, the poet principally directs his attention. (149)
Poetry should be understandable to anybody living in the world. Wordsworth eschews the use of lofty, poetic diction, which in his mind is not related to the language of real life. He sees poetry as acting like Nature, which touches all living things and inspires and delights them. Wordsworth calls for poetry to be written in the language of the "common man," and the subjects of the poems should also be accessible to all individuals regardless of class or position. Wordsworth also makes the points that "poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility" (151). These two points form the basis for Wordsworth's explanation of the process of writing poetry. First, some experience triggers a transcendent moment, an instance of the sublime. The senses are overwhelmed by this experience; the "spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings" leaves an individual incapable of articulating the true nature and beauty of the event. It is only when this emotion is "recollected in tranquility" that the poet can assemble words to do the instance justice. It is necessary for the poet to have a certain personal distance from the event or experience being described that he can compose a poem that conveys to the reader the same experience of sublimity. With this distance the poet can reconstruct the "spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings" the experience caused within himself.
Wordsworth's critical ideas are manifested in his writing. He uses the language and subjects of the common man to convey his ideas. As he writes in "The Tables Turned," "One impulse from a vernal wood / May teach you more of man, / Of moral evil and of good, / than all the sages can" (136). These lines show that Wordsworth places little stock in the benefit of education or institutionalized wisdom. He implies that any person with exposure to Nature can learn the secrets of the world, regardless of social or economic considerations. In "I wandered lonely as a cloud," Wordsworth uses the sonnet form to express his ideas about poetry being the spontaneous overflow of emotion recollected in tranquility:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. (187)
This stanza comes after Wordsworth has described experiencing in the natural world the wonderment that the night creates. In the poem he meditates on the stars and the light bouncing off waves on the water. He is unable to truly comprehend the beauty and importance of the experience until he is resting afterward, and he is able to reconstruct the event in his mind. This remembrance brings him a wave of emotion, and it is out of this second flood of feeling that the poem is born. In Wordsworth's poetry, these ebbs of emotion are spurred on by his interaction with Nature. In "Tintern Abbey" he writes that "Nature never did betray / the heart that loved her" (139). Indeed, Wordsworth is continually inspired and led into transcendent moments by his experiences in Nature. These experiences bring to his mind a wide variety of contemplations and considerations that can only be expressed, as he writes in "Expostulation and Reply," in "a wise passiveness" (135).
While Wordsworth's critical ideas obviously worked for his poetry, Coleridge differed in his take on the art. Coleridge did not agree that poetry is the language of the common man. He thought that lowering diction and content simply made it so that the poet had a smaller vocabulary of both words and concepts to draw from. Coleridge focused mainly on imagination as the key to poetry. He divided imagination into two main components: primary and secondary imagination. In Biographia Literaria, one of his significant theoretical works, he writes:
The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite of the eternal act of creation of the infinite I AM. The secondary I consider as an echo of the former, coexisting with the conscious will, yet still identical with the primary in the kind of its agency, and differing only in degree, and in the mode of its operation. (387)
It is the imagination involved in the poetry that produces a higher quality verse. The primary imagination is a spontaneous creation of new ideas, and they are expressed perfectly. The secondary imagination is mitigated by the conscious act of imagination; therefore, it is hindered by not only imperfect creation, but also by imperfect expression. To further subdivide the act of imagination, Coleridge introduces his concept of fancy. Fancy is the lowest form of imagination because it "has no other counters to play with but fixities and definites" (387). With fancy there is no creation involved; it is simply a reconfiguration of existing ideas. Rather than composing a completely original concept or description, the fanciful poet simply reorders concepts, putting them in a new and, possibly, fresh relationship to each other. Coleridge also writes that poetry "reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities" (391). Through juxtaposition ideas, concepts, and descriptions are made clear. The more imaginative the juxtaposition is, the more exciting the poem becomes.
As with Wordsworth, Coleridge also combines his theoretical ideas in his poetry. He abandons Wordsworth's notion of poetry for the common man, and uses lofty language, poetic diction, and subject matter that is specialized. While he still holds a reverence for Nature inherent to romantic literature, his poems are not exclusively based around the natural. He makes use of primary imagination in his work, because it is the kind of imagination he values most, and avoids secondary imagination or fancy as much as possible. "Kubla Kahn" illustrates his use of primary imagination:
In Xanadu did Kubla Kahn
A stately pleasure dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. (347)
The poem is the manifestation of a drug-induced vision. The lines have come to Coleridge unbidden, and represents the creation of a previously nonexistent setting. He creates these instances throughout the poem. Especially notable is the vision he describes in the last stanza, "A damsel with a dulcimer / In a vision I once saw: / It was an Abyssinian maid, / And on her dulcimer she played" (348). Both of these segments create entirely new scenes in the reader's mind. Coleridge also uses highly imaginative images to create juxtaposition in the poem. He writes, "A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!" (348), and uses this image twice in the poem. The "reconciliation of opposites" manifests itself in lines such as these. The adjective "sunny" implies warmth, while "ice" is cold. Together they hint at a darker side to the surfacially idyllic pleasure dome. The simple fact that it is Kubla Kahn's pleasure dome is a juxtaposition as well. The leader of the Mongols is not colloquially thought of as a kind or benevolent man. This discordance, too, hints at the underlying darkness of the poem, thereby exposing a truth that all is not perfect in neither the pleasure dome nor Coleridge's hallucination.
Coleridge and Wordsworth valued artful poetry. Although they had some different theoretical opinions, both of them succeeded at making poetry that is complex and dense enough to withstand two centuries of analysis, and modern critical practice has not yet fully distilled the potential meaning to be found in their work. It is easy to see how their work places them firmly in the realm of the Romantics, but it is quite difficult to come up with a single form of modern criticism that can fully deal with these two poets. Mimetic forms of criticism, including contemporary Platonists and Aristotelians, could offer observations about how the poetry of Wordsworth seeks to imitate Nature and the effects of Nature on the individual. He works to reconstruct an experience for the reader. Likewise, these same critics could say that Coleridge's imitation of human beings in poems like "Christabel" and "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" teaches us something about human nature and behavior. Unfortunately, purely mimetic criticism would miss much of the rhetorical devices and aesthetic qualities embedded in the work. Pragmatic forms of criticism, which focus on the rhetorical purpose of the author, could offer insight as to how the poetry of Coleridge and Wordsworth seek to instruct the reader, and could also elucidate the rhetorical structure of their works. Both of the poets seek to reinforce the individual, the glory and value of Nature, and induce revelations in their readers. Also, as with all of the Romantics, Coleridge and Wordsworth are constantly seeking the sublime. This period follows the rediscovery of Longinus' ideas about the sublime, which describe how rhetorical structure is used to gain the same feeling of transcendence as Nature promotes. The work of Coleridge and Wordsworth is also rhetorically constructed to express their critical theories, which a pragmatic reading of the text would pick up. The expressive forms of criticism could offer valuable insights into the poems of Coleridge and Wordsworth by focusing on the texts as products of the poets. Certainly forms of psychoanalytical criticism would have much to say about Wordsworth's constant overflow of emotion and Coleridge's chemically altered imagination. Objective critics like the New Critics and formalists could shed light on the synergy created by the interaction of the various parts of Coleridge and Wordsworth's poems. In Biographia Literaria, Coleridge wrote that a poem must be a cohesive unit, with every part working together to build into a whole (390). Both poets pay close attention to form and diction in their work, and create poems that are independent units of thought. Especially the work of Wordsworth seems to precipitate Marxist criticism, which could provide insight about the elements of class in his poems, and could also discuss the connection between form and content in the poetry. Postmodern critics would especially enjoy looking at the fierce individuality of Coleridge and Wordsworth, who each create their own micronarrative of the world while rejecting the metanarratives of their time.
The complexity of Wordsworth and Coleridge's theoretical ideas leads to the complexity of their poetry. It is impossible to name one form of criticism that could sum them up entirely, because ultimately they are working with a large number of weighty concepts. This is why their poetry is still read and analyzed. Since Aristotle claimed in his Poetics that the complexity of a work is directly proportional to the greatness of the work, we have sought out literature that withstands multiple intense readings. Because we can look at the poems of Coleridge and Wordsworth in a large variety of ways, we are constantly finding new meaning, which gives the poetry a re-readability not found in lesser work. Re-readability is the hallmark of good literature and of the sublime. Coleridge and Wordsworth knew this, and they wrote toward that goal.
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Totally, I'm always up for chatting about literature and poetry and such! Though I really can't remember too much about them though. Which really blows.
I did hear back from a few of the outreach places. One of them said she felt I lived too far away (she mentioned the gas prices and summer traffic--out here on the Island, that's no joke; it's epic,) but she suggested a few places closer to where I live. Not exactly what I was looking for but I will look into them though.
What's VSO?
*STREAKS THROUGH THROUGH THE WHOLE CASTLE IN MAH BODYSUIT, AND DAMN IT, IT IS A MEFFIN' BODYSUIT!*
What in the world are you fine people up to? No good, probably. ;)
*high fives SS*
You're one cool dude, dude.
Poor thing, Jules. It seriously makes me so sad to see hurt animals. They're so helpless.
I saw a turtle yesterday and, of course, I immediately thought of BlogBelieve, but he was just sitting in the middle of the lane, and I said to myself, "There will be some jackass to come along and intentionally hit him." Made me mad, but I couldn't get out to get him, so...
Anyhooz, I'll be back in uno momento!
Hi everybody. How are you all?
Hi mayo.
Hi SS.
MAYO
My thought for the day is:
Compassion comes from within, but can only be seen when given to another.
When I was in high school I played in a crappy band. It was me, my cousin, and my friends Dave, Jimmy and Jeremy. (Actually Dave was just this guy who hung around and we didn't like each other; my only real friends at the time were Jimmy and jeremy.) Anyway, we always seemed to be short a drummer. Well one day we decided to audition a drummer, this huge dude named Tom. He seemed like a really nice guy, although it was very hard for me to get to know people.
Well, he came to my house one morning when my parents were away. It was just my cousin, Jeremy and I staying at my house back then. He played the drums for a bit and he was pretty good. (He was better than any of us, because we didn't actually play really well; we tried very hard to make music and sometimes we succeeded, but it was never what we wanted it to be.)
Making an effort to get to know him better, I asked him what he liked to do when he wasn't playing drums.
He told me, "Turtle baseball."
I told him, "I think we're pretty much done here."
Oh my god, people are so sick.
By the way, when I say "crappy band," I mean it. We really sucked. However, we were still better, musically and lyrically, than MSI. I used to play the guitar.
Thank you so much Anon, that was really kind of you.:) I'm sure she can squeeze that piece dry.
Her bug bear at the moment is that it has been suggested that her paper may be focussing on W and C's commentary on social deprivation at the time and that their approaches need to be dissected.
She's finding it a slog, bless her.
Thank you again.
Kapunua - thanks, she will appreciate the thought :) Shame about the outreach centres; still, something may come of it.
VSO - Voluntary Services Abroad.
Hi Mustard.
Hi Miss T.
VSO - Voluntary Services OVERSEAS.
* must engage brain *
Hiya GS sweetie, how are you?
Hiya mustard sweetie, how are you?
Hiya K sweetie, how are you?
Hiya anon sweetie, how are you?
OK, is that everyone accounted for?
How are you all doing tonight?
Then shouldn't it be VSA? O_o Actually you know, that's very cool, I am on their web page now. The only thing is that it says you have to have: "residency in the European Union and Iceland, Norway and Liechtenstein" and "extensive relevant technical or professional experience in at least one specific field." And yeah, all of my technical skill is in the veterinary field.
However that is pretty interesting, and it sounds really exciting!
Oh, hey MissT, hey Splash!
LOL, gotcha.
I'm good tonight MissT, just had a half a bar of chocolate. ^_^ Going to go out for a bit now so I will catch you all later.
GS, thank you for that info! And I"m sorry I couldn't be of more help with Coleridge and Wordsworth.
See you later K, have fun.
Then shouldn't it be VSA?
* blows raspberry * :D
Is it only European? That's a bummer. Maybe America has an equivalent.
See you Kapunua, thanks for all your help :)
So, what's everyone up to tonight?
Wotcha up to Miss T?
By the way I replied to your e-mail. Sorry about the delay, I don't always check them :\
Mayo,
I ♥ this post so effin' hard.
Like, if I had a top three, this would be at the number two position I think.
I am currently listening to a compilation album and waiting to see who Wossy has on.
I got your email GS sweetie.
I shall let you know what happens as soon as I know anything.
So, I'm here doing nothing as I did have plans that have changed.
Mustard Lurves this blog.
Who is on wossy then? Who's the band this week?
I did have plans that have changed.
Never mind.
I shall be Russ on your behalf.
" You look lovely tonight; did you do something new with your hair? I thought we could grab a quick bite to eat and then a few quiet drinks in that new wine bar. Is that okay with you? "
Hey, GS! Hey, MissT!
I'm not up to much. Just settling in.
Hi Everyone!
How are you guys?
Mustard,
I ♥ this post too! Definitely up there in the top 5. Right up there with Conscience Convened Calamity, that's also one on my faves, but then again, I'm a sucker for poetry.
Oooooooo GS(Russ), you old charmer you.
Hiya solly, how are you sweetie?
I'm not up to much. Just settling in.
Make yourself comfortable.
what do you think it means?
Miss T - Mark Wahlberg :x
Kirstie Young :\
Andrew LLoyd Webber :x
John Barrowman :D YAY!!
Music Black Kids?
Hey, Sdock!
GS, who the hell are the black kids? Have you heard of them?
Welcome back Mustard.
Hiya Solly.
Anon - I presume you are referring to Sdock?
Miss T - wait 'til you see my etchings * waggles eyebrows *
Ooooooo GS, you are making me blush. And me a good girl and all.
I didn't realize I had so many favorite Mayo posts. O_O
*goes back to reading*
mustard do you know?
GS, who the hell are the black kids? Have you heard of them?
Nope. ( copyright to Mayo )
How do you do the copyright thingy?
OMG we get it
what do you get anon?
Do I know what, Anonymous?
And me a good girl and all.
Why do you suddenly sound like Nancy out of Oliver Twist?
Ah well ...
* puts on lewd expression *
We shall have to remedy that then my dear. * twists moustache *
what is he saying? do you get it mustard?
That people love this blog
*opens eyes wide and looks shocked at GS*
Yeah, Mustard. Do you know?
Hi MissT, Hi GS!
Hi Anon(s)!
MissT, when is the date?
Well, honestly Anonymous, I'm not sure there's really anything to "get." I think it's pretty straightfoward, at least it is to me. I just really like it for the images it creates in my head. Other than that, I'm not sure I can answer your question.
OP's who keeps on posting the porn on your blog? Is it Triston?
She begs me for more,
more anything, more everything
and I oblige
I'm ignorant, can you explain this to me please?
*opens eyes wide and looks shocked at GS*
Stop looking so shocked. Got to get you some action somehow! Even of if is spurning the advances of ...The Hooded Claw! Mwahahaha!
*looks petrified at GS*
Now I'm scared.
Solly, it was supposed to be tonight but he's gone home yesterday cos his mum was rushed to hospital with a stroke.
We still plan to meet up soon though.
Oh my goodness, MissT. That's bad news. Do they think it was a severe stroke?
She begs me for more,
more anything, more everything
and I oblige
I'm ignorant, can you explain this to me please?
Anon - it's all relative; to be interpreted however you want to see it. She is whoever you want her to be.
Do you imagine it to be about one of us? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Until Mayo turns around and names names none of us are any the wiser.
A Love Song
by William Carlos Williams
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?
it's about weaver girl, isn't it?
MissT, that's horrible! What are they saying about it? Will she recover from it?
*looks petrified at GS*
Sorry about that, I came over all peculiar. All peculiar wasn't too pleased about it I can tell you!!
Anon,
Ask Mayo. We don't know who it's about.
But isn't that what makes it fun?
I don't see anyone one begging here
I haven't heard anything else yet.
He texted me at dinner time to say that's what the doctors think it is and that he will phone when he gets the chance.
It's probably about someone he knows in his real life.
See me!
* must not quote Buffy *
Sorry Anon, I was being flippant. Who do you want to see you?
feel me!
GS, I love Buffy.
How was that Sci-fi convention you went to a couple of weekends ago?
Weaver girl is alway sup Mayo's ass with her questions
O_o anon. Isn't there laws about that kind if thing.
I suppose if you have given your consent, it's OK.
*fumbles around in general anon vicinity*
This feels so wrong.
...and that's why he obliges her. It's a meeting of the minds.
Strap on
hold me
Do you think Sdock is jealous of Mayo's wife?
touch me!
He obliges her because he feels like he has to.
Maybe he likes it up the ass.
Blimey anon, this is getting kinky.
and why would sdock be jealous? sheesh!
Anon - touch me.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
never let go
Heal me
hear me!
i
want
pizza
Miss T - good but exhausting. Too many people in too small a place. Got to meet John Barrowman after a 5 hr wait!!
Anon,
I have no reason to be jealous.
Well, MissT, I hope you hear some good news. I hope that she'll be okay.
Because Mayo loves his wife and Sdock is in a loveless relationship. She loves Mayo so she might be jealous.
*orders the Anon (and MissT for good measure) some pizza*
Oh yeah, okay, Anon. Jealous of someone who has a loving relationship. I understand what you're saying. I do hope that one day I have that, but I don't think jealous is the right word.
Why do you people have to try to ruin something nice? Why can't people just have friends, or just talk to others, or share some poetry? i wrote something that he liked, big whoop. He writes stuff that I like too, why is that such a problem for people? Why is it a problem for you of Solly and Mayo get along fine, for that matter? The poem is for his wife; everyone here knows that I don't do that romantic poetry stuff myself anyway. Bitter hag, remember?
interesting theory anon. if Mayo loves his wife so much he should be deliriously happy
somehow he doesn't come across that way
Thanks mustard sweetie, for the kind words and the pizza.
If someone can give you both those things, they are a true friend.
5 hour wait GS. Was it worth it?
Solly has plenty of love from her friends so she has no need to be jealous of someone elses love.
love
you
too
GS
Will there ever come a day when Sdock and Kapu are fighting over Mayo?
never
Solly, I sent you an email asking you a question. ^_^
No, 6:28, don't be foolish. There may, however, come a day when Mayo and I fight over Sdock. Heh.
And by the way, I'll win, because I'm pretty sure I could take him. ^_~
Kapunua, you can have him
If by "him" you mean like, Joaquin Phoenix, then ta very much. I'd pay to watch him make a sandwich.
Yes and I will fight Mayo for Jules. And I will when because, I will take his legs out from under him and knock him to the ground and then I will tie his ass up and leave him there and Jules and I will run away together.
O_0
for Mayo and "the wife"
My thoughts may stray
My eyes may roam
The neighbor's grass may seem much greener
Than the grass right here at home
If pretty girls excite me
Well, that's life
But just in case, you didn't know
I love my wife
My mind at times
May dwell on sex
If someone's rating dreams
Then most of mine I guess are double X
So dimpled knees delight me
Well, that's life
But just in case, you hadn't heard
I love my wife
Like bait that wriggles
And it makes catfish bite
A lady jiggles
And my eyes gotta light
Upon so sweet a sight
And if I shake
Break out in spots
Don't fret, it's not swine fever dear
Your swine has merely got the hots
If rosy lips invite me
Well, that's life
But just in case, you couldn't guess
I love my wife
My mind at times
May dwell on sex
If someone's rating dreams
Then most of mine I guess are double X
If rosy lips invite me
Well, that's life
But just in case, you couldn't guess
Or hadn't heard
Or didn't know
I love my wife
I love my wife
I love my wife
mmm
I love my wife
^_^
I'ma go write some shit. Be right back.
What's going on in here? What you people up to? ^_^
Then later Solly and I will come back for Mayo. We re going ot maybe fight for his hand, but of course I remembered that Solly already has it. I'm pretty sure she keeps it in a ziplock bag. I decided I want his heart, straight out of his chest and still beating. I mentioned the other day that I was craving raw meat. Am I still a vegetarian if I take up cannibalism?
Anon - you love me? To whom shall I extend my thanks?
Miss T - totally worth it. He is a darling.
Princess, Solly and I are taking bits of Mayo. Remember this morning I mentioned about the chainsaw? Then we are running away with each other. Do you want to come along?
Smoke,
Jules and I are fighting Mayo for each other!
???
I think....
O_o
Hiya smoke, how are you sweetie?
Solly and K, it's no good if you tell us the plan first. You're bound to get rumbled.
GS, everyone loves you ^_^
You two wish you could eat Mayo.
Failed attempt. :(
Hey, Smoke!
Can I have Mayo's brain? What? Just askin'.
Miss T - totally worth it. He is a darling.
What did he say to you?
Well MissT, I mean there would be bits left over. Like if you wanted his liver or something. I hate liver. So I'm sure we could all eventually come to an agreement and share.
Oh Splash, I don't mind! What are your plans for it? On a shelf in a jar labeled "Abby...someone?"
K, can we BBQ him?
Anonymous said...
You two wish you could eat Mayo.
No, that's not one of my wishes. Nuh uh...let me check once more to be sure. Nope, not on my wish list.
But if it were a survival thing and he was like for all intents and purposes dead and his body would keep me alive, well then....you gotta do what you gotta do.
I'd expect him to do the same.
6:37 I think they actually prefer mustard, so you're wrong there too
Hey everyone! I'm good, how about you guys? O_O
Ummm, if you take him apart bit by bit well, who's gonna volunteer to hold my mirror?
He's been quite the little helper since I kicked his ass for cracking the last one. I ♥ you, Mayo.
I'm not much of a meat eater
so...can I have all his matches and pralines, then?
Sure, MissT! But only if we use that fabulous BBQ sauce I ate yesterday. YUM.
Mayo, I hope you don't smoke because that would make you less tasty.
Solly, come on, get with the program. We are eating Mayo. Like in that Tom Petty video.
My plans?
Um, well...I dunno.
I hadn't really thought about it.
Maybe I will keep it forever and ever and make it my pet.
I prefer ketchup.
can I watch him make a sandwich too, Kapunua?
GS, everyone loves you ^_^
Really?!
I'm not much of a meat eater
so...can I have all his matches and pralines, then?
Is that like a euphemism or something?
I love GS, too. I'll have to fight the other anons. She is at least somone worth fighting for.
Anonymous said...
can I watch him make a sandwich too, Kapunua?
Who, Joaquin? Well, only for a little while. Like maybe thirty seconds. Then you have to stop looking.
Maybe I will keep it forever and ever and make it my pet.
So then maybe you could keep the entire head, like in that movie that was on MST3K, "The Head That Wouldn't Die." Perhaps?
yeah, at least GS doesn't have a wife
I ♥ GS! I do! ^_^
Well, to be honest, I don't really like ketchup but I looooove MAYO and MUSTARD together.
I really do.
Isn't mayo and ketchup French dressing?
GS, I love you more.
Don't let the anons tempt you away from our plan to buy a love nest on the cliffs at the coast.
Remember the library?
Who will I share it with if you leave me?
Kapunua, I need at least 60 seconds of looking time!
You want to "eat" him. You all have a crush on him.
So then maybe you could keep the entire head, like in that movie that was on MST3K, "The Head That Wouldn't Die." Perhaps?
No, no, definitely not.
I do not want Mayo's head.
Mayo and Mustard together. You know what happens? Do you?
Magic! Fireworks!
...or was that fake dressing, Kapunua?
I love GS too and I love YOU
Anonymous said...
Kapunua, I need at least 60 seconds of looking time!
Tch, then take a damn picture!
Oh, wait. That's about all I have, too.
Actually my brother met Joaquin. (He also, incidentally, met MCR and everyone else who has been on the talk show where he works.) He said that Joaquin was the nicest guy ever, but very nervous and taller than he thought.
he also told me that Christopher Walken is the weirdest person in the world. ♥
Mayo and Mustard together. You know what happens? Do you?
Magic! Fireworks!
Or a really good Disco!!!
Don't take that and run, please. >.<
6:46 looks like you "discovered" everyones secret here
nervous and tall sounds good. I like them flawed ^_^
Sdock obviously has a crush and Kapu even said she did. It is pathetic. And the way he encourages the ass kissing is the worst.
OMG, all this talk of eating Mayo has made me hungry. :)
Skipped lunch, stomach growling, must placate.
I ♥ a certain mystical creature.
and why wouldn't he?...he loves ass kissing (and probably licking too!)
*throws arms wide*
I love everyone.
*group hug*
I just can't help myself.
*sobs, overcome with emotion*
OK, got that out of my system now.
He likes it in the ass with a strap on
*sighs*
Can I please get a new fucking adjective? Something besides "pathetic"?
Uh ungg give it to me harder!!!
I ♥ you guys the mostest, MissT!
*squeezes MissT until she passes out*
I'm going to get pizza, want some?
Awesome?
I like awesome.
*dodges Smoke's Boobie/y/ey trap*
Thank you.
What did he say to you?
Not a lot to be honest, mainly ' How are you - thank you for coming - sorry that you had to wait so long ' that kind of thing. He was really genuine though.
And ... crikey o' Riley, I've never been fought over!
There's enough of me to go 'round. I have a lot of love to share.
Anon - how do you know I haven't got a wife? I could be telling porky pies on my profile for all you know!
She is at least somone worth fighting for.
* mwah * I'll give you the cash later, yeah?
You want to "eat" him. You all have a crush on him.
Erm, I don't fink I do?!
Bwah! That confoozed me this morning, Mustard!
Okay, I'll be back in a little bit. ^_^
not in public, hun
Smoke, you said the magic word - pizza.
Yes please.
What do you look like Sdock? Are you skinny or fat
Cum on my face!!
Discretion said...
Thank you.
who are you thanking?
Average size I guess. I'm short and I wouldn't call myself pretty.
What else would you like to know?
Sdock has the prettiest cheeks that you just wanna pinch.
I think discretion was thanking the anon who said "I love you"
Sdock has the prettiest cheeks that you just wanna pinch.
Punchline someone. Don't make me do it!
forever
Go for it GS.
and ever
Go for it GS.
I think the copyright to that one belongs to Kapunua ;)
:-)
She is fat.
Pathetic fits you so well. 'Die alone' is too long.
'Die alone' is too long.
And is on Kapunua's name tag.
Fat and alone!!!
Fat and alone!!!
Fat and alone!!!
Nope, I'm not fat. Not at all.
Pathetic, welll that's your call.
Die alone, we all do.
Pathetic fits you so well. 'Die alone' is too long.
Same amount of letters actually.
7:10 with the pea brain. Since when is there a correlation between being fat and being loved? (which she is not)
Skinny individuals can be just as disgusting and pathetic as everyone else. Personality has nothing to do with body size.
Same amount of letters actually.
7:10 with the pea brain.
Anon - why can't I put things as elegantly as you?
...and you can be alone, even though you have a "wife". Connection has nothing to do with attachment.
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