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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thanks for that anon!
ok well thats fine....whats another week?!
But it is fixed. So now it is going to be in stores on July 1. To all of
our pre-order and special packaging buddies, you will not need to do
anything different
No, even pre ordered is coming out on the 1st. They just assure you that you don't have to do anything to still get it.
Me too! Sorry!
good morning mayo!
its saturday! thats the best.....and the sun is shining! hope you are good mayo? have a lovely day!
morning SS! keeping those fingers crossed! hope it works.
have a fantastic day SS!
hi there family!
goodbye to anyone off to bed, hello to anyone getting up and to the ones down under....enjoy your evening!!
i think i am correct with my time zones!!
found this news re frank iero.....
mayo,
it's strange, but i find myself having difficulty finding what to say to you tonight. it isn't fear or sadness blocking me, which i have to admit does happen occasionally, it's just...
all i can think of to tell you is random mundane bits from my day, a checklist of newsy events. and i don't want to tell you that stuff. i want to tell you magic. i want my words to you to be as beautiful as your words for us are.
so i've just been sitting here, eyes closed, pretending i was sitting with you. my old fall-back trick, you know.
and even in my imagination i only smiled silently at you, offered you a cup of coffee, and folded my hands in my lap.
but it's not really possible to share a companionable silence with someone on the opposite side of the screen, is it?
(though, if we truly were sitting together, i would just ask you a question on some topic that i knew you were rabid for, and let you talk at will. *grin*)
*tsk*
you're entirely too real for an imaginary pen pal, you know.
good night, mayo-sama, my invisible friend. here's coffee for you, and a good book.
enjoy the last day of magical may. :)
Last in line
Last to understand
Last ditch effort to make amends
Last one picked
First one replaced
It's all too late
Out of touch
Out of season
No, even pre ordered is coming out on the 1st. They just assure you that you don't have to do anything to still get it.
thanks for the info anon!
i fucked my link up!!
http://www.buzznet.com/tags/frank_iero/journals/2434821/> frank iero's latest project!
night TJ!
Where now?
FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!
last try!
*holds breath*
Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
While you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again
what the fuck is wrong?? i seriously cannot be that stupid!! gah!! and arghhhh!
just cos i am a picky fucker about some things, i will try again!! cos it'll bug the shit outa me otherwise!
right bollox to it!!
fuck!
ok the link is there though click the date or whatever!
i'm annoyed now!
oh it actually works on both dates and the *holds breath*!!
ok sorry about that!
how to waste time at blogger by FASC!!
gotta go guys!
happy saturdays to all!
thank you so much for posting that anon I loved it,!! majik fingerz, aamaaaazing vocals, awesome rhythm, cool bass and fabulous drumming! though the release is put back a little I can wait!
goodnight TJ sweet dreams
I'm off too
everyone is home and my roast pork , potato /sweet potato gratin and peas is calling, along with a glass of semillon blanc.
So have a great saturday everyone, see you tomorrow
xx
She's there anonymous
If you hear her you can find her
5:52 this is not field of dreams
For May 30, 2008 11:39 P.M.
An Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
Ah! longer, longer, we.
Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine,
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done,
Love, lay thine hand in mine.
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands.
O night! divorce our sun and sky apart
Never our lips, our hands.
They are crazy for you!
I'm sure I'll regret this shit later, or rather Instantly; but here goes.
I like reading the poem's by the lovelies, their thoughts, memories, how their days go; I like the random lyrics and I see no reason why the Lovey Dovey anon should take their words somewhere else.
Is this blog not Mayo's intent to have a place to share His thoughts, and then seeing the outcome of that, invite anyone else who has something to say a fucking place to say it? It's no real matter, but I just wanted to Lovey Dovey anon to know -I like you're words too. Go For It.
-nighty night ladies, loves.
lewis hi and thanks for saying so concisely I think so too
hi too fasc and Pp kass and all the soon to be here's
goodnight (again)
Lewis you always speak truth.
Let the love flow :D
for the lovelies:
Somewhere You Are Dancing
the night feels heavy,
the stars are few....
born with dusk, my Vigil,
now entreats the dew.
dark surrounds unyielding,
and shadows cloak my heart,
the seconds tick as eons each
dread hour we're apart.
my thoughts are unrelenting
as the moon departs the sky,
for you're dancing somewhere
in a dream my sleeplessness denies.
I concentrate to hear your voice
and wait for blessed sleep -
that once again I'll take you hand,
and given promise keep.
I close my eyes, the silence
roars... and mocks my loneliness;
accurst, I wakeful, covet cheeks
that know your breath's caress.
For somewhere you are dancing
beyond the downing moon..
in arms that surely should be mine;
that I could fly, is there still time?
to find you... none too soon.
Nay, love, I fear 'tis not to be,
for dawn is misting nigh...
the stars are gone,
the night has flown...
and the dew has found my eyes.
for the dovey
You are poetry
There is poetry in your eyes every time you look at me,
and in your lips, the poems of Neruda are materialized.
They are your eyes... two poems of celestial beauty...
with the infinite depth of the sea in their awakening.
There is poetry in your lips every time you kiss me,
and in your mouth, the soft breath of your soul is revealed.
Sweet lips are your's, impregnated with the honeys of love.
Moist and tender lips, a permanent invitation to kiss.!
There is poetry in your body every time you walk!
You are perfect harmony walking down the street.
With each step you give, your shade writes a poem.
A Goddess's body is yours...
work, perfect of God, in the still of the afternoon!
There is poetry in your mouth every time you smile at me.
And in your lips the smile is drawn of the, "I love you!"
While you exist; your smile, you will exist... woman!
And while you exist, "woman", will always be poetry!
For HER
SOULMATES
It is something of a dream,
"soulmates", you said,
the reason your touch's are like going home,
your kisses, like wine I have tasted.
It is something of a dream,
the way your hand finds the curve of my hip,
complacent and comfortable,
sliding over my body so easy... so easy
It is something of a dream,
touching you,
"soulmates", you said,
my heart, forever, in yours,
my thoughts, your thoughts
my touch, your touch
my ring, your ring
that bind us to each other,
"soulmates", you said
To IT
To an Absent Lover
That so much change should come when thou dost go,
Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite.
The very house seems dark as when the light
Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow
So altered, that I wander to and fro
Bewildered by the most familiar sight,
And feel like one who rouses in the night
From dream of ecstasy, and cannot know
At first if he be sleeping or awake.
My foolish heart so foolish for thy sake
Hath grown, dear one!
Teach me to be more wise.
I blush for all my foolishness doth lack;
I fear to seem a coward in thine eyes.
Teach me, dear one,—but first thou must come back!
For Cousin IT
No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade.
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line;
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is she for whom my soul once burned
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas!
For the unreturning days'
Sweet memory and for the poor credulous
Shade, I find no lament, no tears.
May 30, 2008 6...whatever
To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitute
But, then, I had the dew!
The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea.
Without this sterile perquisite
No Caspian could be.
For everyone who has been cheated on
Love is a Sickness
Love is a sickness full of woes,
All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using.
Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind,
A tempest everlasting;
And Jove hath made it of a kind
Not well, nor full nor fasting.
Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
Heigh ho!
For liars
It’s Such a Little Thing
It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!
For the "Wife"
I Love You
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
For the Love Boat, sorry, I mean "blog"
The Last Ride Together
I said--Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seem'd meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be--
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take back the hope you gave,--I claim
Only a memory of the same,
--And this beside, if you will not blame;
Your leave for one more last ride with me.
My mistress bent that brow of hers,
Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs
When pity would be softening through,
Fix'd me a breathing-while or two
With life or death in the balance: right!
The blood replenish'd me again;
My last thought was at least not vain:
I and my mistress, side by side
Shall be together, breathe and ride,
So, one day more am I deified.
Who knows but the world may end to-night?
Hush! if you saw some western cloud
All billowy-bosom'd, over-bow'd
By many benedictions--sun's
And moon's and evening-star's at once--
And so, you, looking and loving best,
Conscious grew, your passion drew
Cloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine too,
Down on you, near and yet more near,
Till flesh must fade for heaven was here!--
Thus leant she and linger'd--joy and fear!
Thus lay she a moment on my breast.
Then we began to ride. My soul
Smooth'd itself out, a long-cramp'd scroll
Freshening and fluttering in the wind.
Past hopes already lay behind.
What need to strive with a life awry?
Had I said that, had I done this,
So might I gain, so might I miss.
Might she have loved me? just as well
She might have hated, who can tell!
Where had I been now if the worst befell?
And here we are riding, she and I.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds?
Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
We rode; it seem'd my spirit flew,
Saw other regions, cities new,
As the world rush'd by on either side.
I thought,--All labour, yet no less
Bear up beneath their unsuccess.
Look at the end of work, contrast
The petty done, the undone vast,
This present of theirs with the hopeful past!
I hoped she would love me; here we ride.
What hand and brain went ever pair'd?
What heart alike conceived and dared?
What act proved all its thought had been?
What will but felt the fleshly screen?
We ride and I see her bosom heave.
There's many a crown for who can reach.
Ten lines, a statesman's life in each!
The flag stuck on a heap of bones,
A soldier's doing! what atones?
They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.
My riding is better, by their leave.
What does it all mean, poet? Well,
Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell
What we felt only; you express'd
You hold things beautiful the best,
And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.
'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then,
Have you yourself what's best for men?
Are you--poor, sick, old ere your time--
Nearer one whit your own sublime
Than we who never have turn'd a rhyme?
Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride.
And you, great sculptor--so, you gave
A score of years to Art, her slave,
And that's your Venus, whence we turn
To yonder girl that fords the burn!
You acquiesce, and shall I repine?
What, man of music, you grown gray
With notes and nothing else to say,
Is this your sole praise from a friend?--
'Greatly his opera's strains intend,
But in music we know how fashions end!'
I gave my youth: but we ride, in fine.
Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate
Proposed bliss here should sublimate
My being--had I sign'd the bond--
Still one must lead some life beyond,
Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried.
This foot once planted on the goal,
This glory-garland round my soul,
Could I descry such? Try and test!
I sink back shuddering from the quest.
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.
And yet--she has not spoke so long!
What if heaven be that, fair and strong
At life's best, with our eyes upturn'd
Whither life's flower is first discern'd,
We, fix'd so, ever should so abide?
What if we still ride on, we two
With life for ever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree,
The instant made eternity,--
And heaven just prove that I and she
Ride, ride together, for ever ride?
so angry and so sad? you are not alone in those feelings. thank you for sharing this.
goddammit, go to your wife and be the best you can be.
Hello Mayo,SS and Family.
Hey Mayo,sometimes I wonder how our mind works when we’re half asleep.
It’s incredibile.The image you’ve painted stimulated my memory last night.
I am 7,maybe 8,and I’m running in a field one summer morning. I can’t say exactly where I am,but it feels like home.I stop,contemplating the beauty of some flowers..Then I remember:I am at my grandparents’,this is their garden. I decide to pick some flowers and give them to my grandma: she’ll be happy then.
But when I lean down,I notice a bee is flying above a daisy.I hate bees.
I’m scared and I scream. “What’s wrong?” he asks me. I turn around,my eyes teary:”There’s a bee.I’m scared.”
He’s younger than me,but definitely braver. He kneels down and studies the insect.He’s scared as well,I can tell. But he grabs his cap and with a swift movement he knocks that bee off. Then he looks at me, his chubby face in front of mine,and smiles.
But I’m not in that garden anymore.
I’m walking down the street. I turn around:my parents are behind me. Then I look at my left, and there he is. He walks with difficulty, his head is bald because of the chemotherapy. I look in front of me. People watch him,a mix of sympathy and disgust upon their faces. They grab their children’s hand and hold them closer to their bodies,careful not to let their innocent eyes lay on his figure.
I hate them.I hate them all.They don’t understand.He’s just a child. I wanna punch all of them in the face and scream that that they’re assholes. But I can’t.I’m just a little girl.They would look at me with the same,sympathetic look. I don’t need their pity.
“Maybe...you should wear a cap” I say to him,my voice low. He looks at me. “Maybe,but I don’t want to. It’s summer and it’s hot.Besides, if they don’t want to look at me, it’s not my problem.I’m not ashamed”.Then he grabs my hand and smiles.
I woke up crying. But I have regained memories I thought were lost forever.
Thank you,Mayo.
Hey SS...I could cross my fingers as well.Maybe it’d help. ;)
Take care,and thanks.
Hola guys.
Have a great day!
I gotta run now,but I’ll see you later.
Love you all!
*HUGS & KISSES*
Did someone actually bring up faked emails and orange bees again?
Jesus Christ. WTF?
I'm just gonna leave it at that.
Have a great day, Mayo, SS and BlogBelieve!
OMG, I'm gonna go see Sex and the City today! EEEEEEK! Can't wait. Can't wait.
Mayo, you wanna go with me? I'll be Carrie and you'll be like Mr. Big? Just for today? My husband wants to go with me but I am not letting him. So, you wanna? ^_~
*hugs*
*smack*
*more hugs*
SS!!!
*pokes him in the arm*
You awake yet? Still asleep?
*fills his hand up with shaving cream*
*writes with a glittery pen "PRINCESS RULES* on his forehead*
*runs back out the door*
Gah! I'm in trouble now! Hee-hee. ^_^
Later taters!
*trips the Princess*
*high fives, a now awake, SS*
Oh my god, seriously Princess I know it. Well, good morning to you anyway. ^_^ And good morning Splash and Bella if you are still around. FASC, thanks for that link! I'm so glad for him. It's like he's unable to stop making music. :)
Oh, for anyone who has trouble, here's how you make a link:
{a href="the url goes here"}This is what you want your link to say.{/a} Change the {} to pointy brackets and bob's your uncle.
So I have that show today right, only now the weather is calling for severe strong storms and we're getting lightning advisories and warnings to stay indoors at all costs. The show is outdoors and according to the woman putting it on, it is still on because she has a tent. I'm thinking, Dude, by the time I get there, you might not have that tent. O_o
I'd hate to drive over sixty miles only to be sent home because the show is canceled because of the weather. >_<
Grrr.
SS you clever thing! Sometimes I can be so slow! Looks like those subtlety classes have really paid off. ^_~
Hope it all goes well for you!
Care to share with the rest of us Anon? I can't see anything different on his profile.
This wasn't on his profile.
I'm sorry I can't say any more than that. I'm not a mean anon, I just can't tell you out of respect for SS. If he had wanted it broadcast he would have put it on his profile and been more obvious about it.
He's one clever dude.
Well you were really helpful. Everyone in this place seems to think they know some big secret or other and then gloats about it or has secret discussions about it on aim. It's so childish and annoying.If you know something and don't want other people to know, how about you just keep it to yourself in future?
My Chem played some of their best gigs ever during Projekt Rev. You came across as arrogant and boisterous, yet you continued to put in the sweaty equity that earned you the very right to come off cocky in the first place
Exactly. We had to put in the sweaty equity like you said, because we came out nightly with the attitude of "this is who the fuck we are", and we had to show the crowds why. This is why we're at this festival, this is why we're here now. But we had to back it up; if we didn't we were dead. We weren't coming out with aggression per se, as much as trying to prove something to ourselves. We walked away from Projekt Rev very happy.
I could've stopped at the end of the tour, I should've really.
I was actually talking to SS in my comment. You were the one who started talking to me. Who said anything about it being a secret? I just said he was subtle. Not my fault you don't get it.
Mayo,
Guess what! Oh come on, be a sport and guess...Nope, that's not it. Forget it, I will just tell you. It's fucking hot down here! No, I'm not dead. (I don't think so anyways.) I didn't wake up in hell. (Or did I?) It's going to be like 95 degrees here today. (So this can't be hell, because hell would be much hotter, right?) Why am I asking you? (Have you been there?) I've been mighty close. (How do I know?) The bottoms of my shoes started to melt into the ground. (No, wait....that was just Tampa in August.)
Nevermind.
So, Mayo....
How's the weather? Got any predictions for the forcast?
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Possibility of severe evening thunderstorms.
I don't see it either, but blogger is licking an elephant's one again today and it won't load. Ah well! What canyado.
Severe storms. Still waiting on ours. O_o
4:54 you are with someone already...get real
I can't pretend anymore
Follow follow follow
the little messiah
imagine combing his crazy hair
eating sundaes with him on the beach
But oops
Uh oh
Turns out little messiah was a person
turns out little messiah was a man
baby's on the floor lost and alone
Respect and admiration go poof!
(don't ever admit to having more than one facet of a personality)
Hello Dumb Dumb
Tricky notion
that obsession thing
Flitting
while I run with the whitecoats
always four and a half steps behind
If I had known
what wretched fantasy you would eventually
rile up in me
I would have thrown my friend's computer out the window
I would have ripped the ethernet cable out of the wall
I would have taken a sledge hammer
to my car stereo
What is usually said about hindsight?
Ah, yes.
what the fuck are you so pissed about?
you have everything you ever wanted
Someday I suppose I'll kidnap you
usual scary fandom stalker deal
I'm gonna sit you down
we're going to smoke alot of cigarettes
and I'm going to explain to you that
music changes nothing.
Music soothes
Music makes erupt hidden emotions
Music engulfs you in a subculture
of your very unique own
But music cannot truly change what lies in a person's heart.
Erupts or distracts.
you have lost the fucking plot!!!
you have no claim to me
It's now understood
that obsession is a
glitch
in the amygdala
something not quite wired as it ought
to be
skipping the record
though you know you're going nowhere
you're doing the dishes
mopping the hardwood floors
and the tape is still stuck.
(I'm afraid if they open up my head they'll see a picture of a rockstar singed into the gray matter)
this is so fucked
Go away Eliza.
Gerard liiiiiiives for the drama. It's all he has.
Well you were really helpful. Everyone in this place seems to think they know some big secret or other and then gloats about it or has secret discussions about it on aim. It's so childish and annoying.If you know something and don't want other people to know, how about you just keep it to yourself in future?
Anon, the other anon was talking about SS having fingers crossed on his profile having to do with Frank doing that Cure dedication band.
He was trying to let us know about it before it got out.
I want to hate you, but I can't
this is so wrong, if only I knew
WHATEVER!
Ummm, the fingers crossed was to Kapunua about the baby bird.
She told everyone to keep their fingers crossed that the baby bird would make it.
^_^
But good luck to Frank as well! Only wish I could be there!
The Cure is pretty damn awesome.
The oddest part of all this
I do not imagine you perfect
I do not possess the desire to breed
I know you're horribly boring offstage
I know it's difficult for you to conceive a genuinely original idea
(when are you sending that check to Roger Waters?)
I know you when you lie
(and that you do so frequently)
But the damn tape
won't wear through.
I am stuck praying
I meet you
expecting nothing more than a disinterested nod
anything to end this looping
Barrel Ass
Thunder Thighs
Thanks Princess! My little dude keeps trying to flap his useless wings, it's so sad. But he's eating and bouncing around and being a pain in the ass (*knock on wood*) so I'm hopeful. He still doesn't have a name. But maybe I'll call him Reyes! Yeah!
Frankles man, that dude doesn't need luck but I wish it to him anyway. ^_^ I've never listened to The Cure so I wouldn't know any songs. BLASPHEME! O_o
Well, alrighty then. O_O
See everyone later!
Jackass
Dickweed
Hi Jules! ^_^
So is the show on or off?
Yeah, Frank is so awesome. I get the feeling that he just can't sit still. I don't know what gives me that idea?!?!? ^_^
The Cure is awesomeness.
Shitdick
Pizzaface
someone is seriously in need of professional help
Liverlips
Eddie Reeeeeeyeeeeeesssss! HURRAH!
Fartface
Bubblebutt
I don't know yet Princess. I should call the lady who sub-contracted me to perform but I think she said she was going to be away this morning doing OTHER shows.
I'm so bad at the practical side of this. I don't want to drive there, or have to think about the setup, the stage, the business or anything. I'm like Lilo. "I just wanna dance. I practiced!"
/whine
Adam Lazarra had some serious cosmetic surgery
Awwwww, Lilo! :)
*sigh*
Anons are boring.
I'd better go make sure my aviary is storm-proof.
Incidentally, no he didn't. I think he just had hist teeth straightened. WHo hasn't? Aside from me, I mean. ;)
Princess, I love Lilo, she is my favorite Disney girl. None of this fluffy princess crap. She was so damaged. ;D
some anons are just plain psychotic
None of this fluffy princess crap.
O_O
Bwahahaha!
I've always been a Barbie kind of girl. Although, I did like Cinderella because she lost all she had and then ended up with everything. :)
Off to clean my castle!
XOXO
WHATEVER LOSER!
I recently read an article by a Mr. Doug Hofstadter discussing what is the very nature of creativity (from the book 'Metamagical Themas') and rather than go off on some esoteric rollercoaster of abstractions, he instead turned to its corollary opposite, which for lack of a better term, he created the one 'rut-ishness'. {Holy run-on sentence, Batman!}
i.e. to get stuck in a rut. Sameness, not sensing differences in situations and hence changing strategy. Using a tiered set of examples, he went from an extreme example (insect behavior) down to those that sort of float in a netherworld between the two such as a composer consistently returning to a particular style.
Adam got fat, he is almost fat as Eddie
And, despite considering myself generally a total advocate of complete 'anti-rutishness', I had to bow to his opinion that, perhaps, getting stuck in some loops wasn't necessarily a negative mental/creative/evolutionary strategy.
Though I do not know any of you, I still wish you love and health for the day.
Adam is a druggie
hi guys!
for anyone who doesn't know the cure. i was never a big fan but i loved these two songs!! they were big in the UK in the 80's.
the cure - love cats
the cure - friday i'm in love!
P.S.
I still wonder what kind of evolutionary benefits can be derived from obsessing over a rockstar or, say, needing to announce to the world that said rockstar uses drugs recreationally, is fat, etc. when that is none of our business.
Any and all answers or help welcome, as always.
can't stop guys!
will not be around til tomorrow!
play nice!
love to you all!
I'm off to get my hair done. Have a fun day everyone :)
not quite left yet!!
hope it goes well RW! can't wait to see the pics!!
Hi Mayo, Anon(s), Princess, Jules, FASC!
Wassup?
I am glad to see you haven't been blown away, sdock10.
I made shiitake and portabella mushroom pasta the other night and I think I thought of you while making it.
Don't ask me to explain the connection. Maybe it's because both are so yummy!
Riiiiiight. Everything is about her. Of course. How dare I think the (blog)world doesn't revolve around her.
He had his nose fixed too Kapunua
But now I, the Hofstadter anon who needs to get to a psychiatrist, really must run off to bed.
Fare thee well, lovers.
Well, thank you, anonymous. I'm sure you're quite yummy yourself.
*wonders what anon tastes like*
I ♥ mushrooms like so much and yet some people think they taste like dirt.
then
now
Anyone who denies it is blind and a fangirl.
then
Now
She has talked about wishing Adam having a crush on her, I think you can say she might be a fangirl.
When the nice anon came by and said s/he liked me and I said I was going to pretend that s/he was Adam Lazzara or Joaquin Phoenix? Yeah, that's what's known in this universe as a joke.
Why are we picking on Lazzara now? Or on me? Or whatever?
However I don't deny being a fangirl. My main fanpoodling though, is reserved for my true boyfriends. They all come from a remote universe known to some as Squeeeeeenix.
This has on and off been my wallpaper for years.
yeah, so me and Cloud have been together for about eight years now. Umm, it gets rough sometimes, with his psychotic episodes and my my ongoing affair with his arch-nemesis Sephiroth, but we work through it.
Well, I'm off to the movies with Smoke. You guys try and behave.
Jules, if you end up going to that show, be careful and best of luck to you.
Later, BlogBelievers!
Damn, was I supposed to wish you best of luck or tell you to break a leg or what?
Anyhooo....like have fun and rock their socks or something like that.
Do you want Adam's tattooes on you too Kap? Should I get you a strap on
Although that's kind of a lie, because my real Squeenix husband has kind of always been Reeve. One of my icons in LiveJournal is the ShnRa logo with the words "ShinRa Slut." I'll be honest with you, a friend of mine called me that about eight years ago in old-timer FFVII fandom and it stuck.
12:54, that's disgusting. You are disgusting. Why are you anons so obsessed with buttsecks? Why not run along back to your slash stories and leave the grownups alone?*
Thank you, Solly! I'm still planning on going. Have fun at the movies! What are you going to see?
*I fully realize the irony in the use of the word "grownup" from someone who still fanpoodles over Final Fantasy.
Bella,
What you wrote this morning was beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us, and I'm so glad you didn't forget.
Anonymous said...
for May 29, 4.28 PM
"let me know the way"
all you have to do is ask me
i want you here, with me, so so much
I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there, you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lovers arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight
to you
May 30, 2008 11:39 PM
A beautiful sentiment, but I think you may have mistaken me for someone else.
Hey everyone! *waves*
Lucy!
Whatareyoudoing?
Me? Nuffin. Whatchoo doin?
I'm not doing anything either.
Just hanging out before I actually start to do stuff.
Hiya Lucy! Hey Bean.
Uggghhhh! The huge storm is starting. The weather channels are saying to stay indoors. I can't get in touch with the lady who hired me today. >_<
Other than that I'm peachy, this is the best weather. :D
If you're not supposed to be performing outdoors. >_<
But the plants need the rain. ^_^
It's all good, seriously.
And what I meant by that was Hi Bean, hi Splash.
Hi K! Surely they will just cancel it if the weather gets really bad.
Please, Please, Please (I'm so shameless) don't get electrocuted!
Hey!
Hey guys!
How is your baby bird doing?
Hey yourself!
Hola!
Whatchoo up to today anon?
Jules, Mustard, Lucy, Anon!
How is everybody today?
Not that you guys care, but that's honestly the only Spanish word I know.
Like, I don't even know how to say, "Where's the bathroom?" and I hear that's the most important thing. O_o
Hey Star! *high fives*
*high fives*
All around!
Hey, Star!
Cerveza por favor.
Mustard,
Nah, you don't even need to know that. Just look for the little stick figure people.
They're universal!
There's a tornado watch for several counties in NJ.
I think I'm supposed to get in the bathtub, right?
"Vamos a bailar!
Pones tus zapatos rojos y baila los azules".
That's the first line of David Bowie's "Let's Dance", which we translated in Spanish 2. I was very busy in that class!
Oh, he's hanging in there (*knocking on wood*) Grackles can just up and die, but I have guarded hope. Thank you for asking. :D
Hey there Star! How are you this fine stormy day? Are you getting any of this down where you are? Bean, I dunno about that; the lady insisted yesterday she wasn't going to cancel. But right now it looks really bad for outdoors.
"los azules"
Crap, isn't that a body part? I can't remember. Ears or eyes or hands or feet, something that has two.
It isn't eyes, 'cause if I remember correctly, eyes are "ojos," yes?
And I lied.
I remember that water is "agua."
I rule so hard.
It rained for about 5 minutes earlier, Jules. Now it's just hazy and humid.
What time do you have to be there?
I'm supposed to be there at 4:30. It's supposed to storm pretty badly all day here, till around 10 PM. It looks like a hurricane out there right now, dang.
Mustard, it's blue.
Let's dance.
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
Ojos is eyes, though!
Its raining here.
To answer your question Lucy, I have nothing planned for today, sometimes thats kinda nice.
Mustard, it's blue.
I have the slightest feeling this was said with a tone. ;)
And maybe I don't rule quite so hard.
Jules,
This woman's going to have to cancel, tent or no tent.
I love the days I don't have anything to do.
That is kinda nice, isn't it anon? Chillaxing, play some video games or read a book. That sounds like heaven! But I'm boring. ;D
Star, it sure seems that way.
Oh my God, no, never Mustard!
I would never use a tone with you!
Oh my God, no, never Mustard!
I would never use a tone with you!
I'm just kidding! Promise!
Unless you're being sarcastic, then it's a kick in the shins for you.
Muwhahah.
Such shocking violence, Splash!
Bah! I wouldn't harm a flea!
No, Mustard, I fail at sarcasm!
That's cool Anon. I haven't done much today at all except grocery shopping. My idea of heaven is lounging around on the sofa watching a good film with a packet of hobnobs. I still owe you some hobnobs I believe.
Well! Still no phone call. I guess I'd better get my gear ready and start getting my crap together. I'll be back and forth. ^_^
Lucy,
Milk chocolate Hobnobs RULE!
She'll prolly call you when you are half way there!
Hobnobs.
Gotta be honest with you.
I picture a chocolate covered door knob.
Yuh, I know.
Yeah Star! They are the bestest!
Anon, are you still around?
Hey, guys?
You know, it'd be great if I could get a little peace and quiet around here.
Mahu-ah-hu-ah.
I'm here. I was just reading through some of the comments.
Why is it so quiet here today? Not that I'm complaining!
Right, Mustard?
Ssssh!
Everybody quiet down!
Man, we are so corny.
I'm not complaining either about the quiet. It's nicer that way. ^_^
GAHHHH show is canceled. >_<
But I guess it's good in a way?
We are, Mustard, but it has it's charm!
What should we talk about?
Well, at least now you'll be safe and not possibly get blown away by Mother Nature!
You guys know what this really prolonged awkward silence feels like?
You know how you're walking at somebody and you wait for them to move so you know which way to side-step, but then they do the same thing and end up going the same direction, then you end up doing the Tango or some shit.
Yeah, that's about what this feels like.
:)
Blogger is loading slow for me!
BTW, Cable just called. They won't be able to make it today. No reason.
I have to call to schedule another appointment!
YAY! for spotty internet service!
You should tell them that they suck, Star.
That will put the pressure on them.
Actually, it probably wouldn't but it will let them know how you really feel. ;)
And, everybody kick Smoke when she gets back. She kicked me in the hip, so it's only fair she receive the same treatment as I.
Why is it so quiet here today? Not that I'm complaining!
People have been bullied off by your favorites. Of course you are not complaining or missing them.
Mustard,
The cable guy said, really fast, "Yeah, uh, we can't make it there today, so, you need to call and make another appointment." Then he hung up. Just like tha!
Bastards!
I would like to kick them in the hip!
Why did Smoke kick you in the hip?
You should'a called back and just screamed into the phone. Show them you mean business!
I dunno why she kicked me in the hip. Probably 'cause I tripped her this morning on her way out da door. Muahahah.
I think of it more as a comfortable silence between friends.
Oh, and I'm going to the left.
Oooo, got me. :)
I'll go right.
Shit.
That means I have to go left, too! Duh!
Dude, my spatial skillz suck really bad.
Good plan!
Lets people know exactly how it is when somone says "everyone" or "all".
Lets tango!
I know, right!? We're back in the same predicament!
Good times.
Anon,
The image of Gomez Addams throwing his arm up, ready to dance, popped into my head when you wrote "Lets Tango!"
Oh man, I thought I'd switched my webcam off!
Bah!
That's priceless.
Sonic commercials are funny.
Rahahaha!
Ohhh, that was funny!
i like oranges
I just bought some of the best toothpaste ever.
What kind, Mustard?!
Oh, let me just tell you!
I don't even know what the flavor is, but it's pink.
Follow me:
You know how when you eat chocolate, and because you don't want to look like your teeth are decaying, you go brush with mint toothpaste and it tastes like that mint chocolate Girl Scout Cookie blew up in your mouth?
Well, my new toothpaste is like I just chewed a piece of regular pink bubble gum, then brushed my teeth with mint toothpaste after.
It's, like, by far the greatest toothpaste ever.
Yeah, yeah, I totally know what you mean.
What is it called?
I dunno! I looked all over the box for the flavor, but I couldn't find it!
I was like, "Is this some super secret toothpaste flavor that the CIA can't even know about?"
I dunno what it is.
communication error
no they
only one
wanted to share
Hey guys, it's been great hanging with you. I really have to go now, I have a strange urge to brush my teeth.
Later, dude!
Thanks for hanging! And just so you know, my toothpaste is so much greater than your toothpaste.
Muwhahah! See ya!
Take care, Anon!
Good evening Mayo.
Good evening All.
What's new?
Not too much, GS.
How about you?
Hi BlogBelievers!
I'm back from da movies! Wassup this afternoon?
Hey, GS!
Nothing much here! How are you doing?
And, hello Sdock!
How was da movie? Was it totally awesome!?
Hi Star, Mustard, GS!
How goes it?
Oh da movie was so good! Of course it's a total chick flick.
Missing in action or gone
Bleeding Chaos
Paperheartxx
Anon616 - Wendy
CTV
Entropy
Carrie
Martha Jones
Jade
D G
Soul Connector
S I M
Siobhan
Pixie
Bikey
Masked Anon
Villanelle
Andrea
A rose for Emily
Fang B
Detroit Anon
Freddy Charles
Silence
Blackheart
Already Gone
Meese is also missing.
Chick flicks are good, though!
And I may have to leave, I dunno, so if I don't show back up, I'll talk to you guys later! :)
Frozen Lemonade from Burger King is just a little too much sweet.
Just saying...
Whoop! Whoop!
*waves to Fimble*
Anon - you missed Pants of Peace. Some are gone but I can assure you they are not forgotten.
Hi Mustard and Star - I'm doing absolutely nothing. I'm sorely tempted to open my bottle of Pimms.
Sdock - which film did you see?
Hey Solly!
I'm off to my parents for din din!
Catch you all later!
Have some for me Star!
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