One that requires a little back history, current insight, and whatnot...
I was so overwhelmed that the thought of walking off into oblivion sounded rather reasonable. It was then, with seven days worth of living layered on my body that I found those words. I can speculate that if I had stumbled upon them at any other time I would have completely missed the punchline. (Oh, the drama.) And, here they are again. Their missive as apparent now as it was then...only I have been there, done that.
And I am now, as I was then, required to debate myself long into the night the commitment of my endeavors. Yet, I am unable to get past the immediate burden of now. The constant demands of my time, my mind, are as good a place as any to wait it out. Work. One might assume that it is my fear of failure that has me stalled. That may have been the case then, but not this time. This time it is fear of becoming stale, stuck, tired and ridiculous…and my own overactive scrutiny as evidenced by the aforementioned fears. I can think shit to death, but right now I am not in the mood.
Perhaps, I am lazy. So what? Maybe I need a reprieve from self-deconstruction. Nope. I will just put it off for a little while and take a break. Tomorrow, next week, next month aren't going anywhere and all weigh heavy on my mind. I will give them due course, in time. But this, this moment that is happening right now…I have to deal with that first (even if it is nothing). And I know when I am ready and after proper deliberation, I will be comfortable, not resigned, with my decision.
Then, I am sure to hear the brilliant, overcooked opinions of those looking out for their interests in the guise of caring suggestion. They'll think me an idiot who blundered upon reason. Fuck ‘em if they don’t get it.
All of that back there and the way the author selected his words to sound like what they tell.
“lifts and lets fall. lifts and lets fall.”
“which spurts fragments of anguished glass.”
I see it, the crane in the scrapyard plowing through the wreckage and pulling up piece after piece without inspection. It sounds just like that, the pick and pull, the overflow spilling over the sides, the popping of the windows. That is an amazing talent; to be able to choose words in such a way as to make the reader see what they hear. Or is it, hear what they see?
And it is dark and fateful. It asks me to consider what will tear me apart. How easy it is to devour prey. Hunger, either voracious or timid, is base. And there is always a suitable meal. There it is so beautiful, enticing that we can’t resist the need, the desire, to grasp it tightly holding it steady so that we can get our fill of it. Our free hand may then break it down to its pieces parts. What is consumed will either be used for sustenance or pulled apart and re-pieced for an altogether different machine. One built from recycled guts. Delivered to a showroom near you, or shit on the heads of unsuspecting park patrons. Either way...we are what we eat.
And the contrary always appeals to me, reminds me that I can be full of shit.
Natural versus manufactured destruction...involuntary dismay and the crow and the crane and we are preening. Is it less evident because it is instinctual or because it is easier to sleep at night?
p.s. I will undoubtedly revise as it has re-established its hold of my time and my grooming.
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-A
Ok, it's official. You're not the real TJ, you're an alien imposter. So why aren't you writing any porn for the SP blog?
all my good stuff is packed away back in seattle?
You could write about the time you co-ordinated FuckFest with a beehive.
*is lost and making a good joke of it*
o_o
that sounds like it would hurt, amyranth.
Well, for the first few minutes.
-A
home for bees or hairdo?
because a hairdo would be
*snap
*snap
*snap
fabulous!
O_O
lol!
*slides to the floor*
*heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee*
Aw are you guys still teasing TJ? ^_^
I think we've all had too much sugar.
Me especially.
-A
you guys....
the laughing hurts...
*heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee*
A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, "Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!". The woman says, "Me too, you've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!"
A depressed young blonde was so desperate that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the ocean. When she went down to the docks, a handsome young sailor noticed her tears, took pity on her, and said, "Look, you've got a lot to live for. I'm off to Europe in the morning, and if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take good care of you and bring you food every day." Moving closer, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and added, "I'll keep you happy, and you'll keep me happy."
The girl nodded yes, after all, what did she have to lose? That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. From then on, every night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made passionate love until dawn.
Three weeks later, during a routine search, she was discovered by the captain. 'What are you doing here?' the captain asked. She got up off the ground and explained, "I have an arrangement with one of the sailors. He's taking me to Europe, and he's screwing me."
The captain looked at her, "He sure is lady, this is the Staten Island Ferry.'
ok, when i first read that joke, and saw the whole "dark forest" bit, i was expecting a joke using a fairy tale theme.
*shakes head at own brain*
sometimes, i don't even understand myself.
Silas and Sally are making love in a field, It had recently rained and the field was quite muddy.
After a few moments, Silas stops and asks "Honey? Is my penis in you or in the mud?".
She gropes around for a moment and exclaims "It's in the mud!".
So he says "Well, put it back in!"
So she does and they continue on for a little bit longer when Silas says "Honey? Where's my penis?"
And she sighs and says "In me honey!"
He's quiet for a moment.
"Well, would you mind putting it back in the mud?"
-A
A woman goes into Bass Pro Shop to buy a rod and reel for her grandson's
birthday. She doesn't know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes
over to the counter.
A Bass Pro Shop associate is standing there wearing dark shades. She says,
Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?"
He says, "Ma'am, I'm completely blind; but if you'll drop it on the counter,
I can tell you everything from the sound it makes." She doesn't believe him
but drops it on the counter anyway.
He says, "That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel
and 10-LB. Test line. It's a good all around combination; and it's on sale
this week for only $20.00."
She says, "It 's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it
dropping on the counter. I'll take it!" As she opens her purse, her credit
card drops on the floor.
Oh, that sounds like a Master Card," he says.
She bends down to pick it up and accidentally breaks wind. At first she is
really embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could
tell it was she who tooted. Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the
only person around.
The man rings up the sale and says, "That'll be $34.50 please."
The woman is totally confused by this and asks, "Didn't you tell me the rod
and reel were on sale for $20 .00? How did you get $34.50?"
H e replies," Yes, Ma'am. The rod and reel is $20.00, but the Duck Call is
$11.00 and the Catfish Bait is $3.50."
Oh, nice ones Ergo! Staten Island ferry, indeed. heeheehee
In other words, that girl got...
SCROOOOOOOOOD!
Little LOTMS reference there. Carry on.
Nice one Ergo!
Hahaha Ergo, Amy
last one
A man decided to have a face lift for his birthday. He spends $5, 000 and feels really good about the result. On his way home he stops at a newsstand and buys a paper.
Before leaving he says to the sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"About 35, " was the reply.
"I'm actually 47, " the man says happily.
A little while later he goes to McDonald's for lunch and asks the order taker the same question, to which the reply is, "I'd guess that you're 29?"
"Nope, I am actually 47." He's starting to feel really good about himself.
While standing at the bus stop he asks an old woman the same question.
She replies, "I am 85 years old and my eyesight is going. But when I was young there was a sure way of telling a man's age. If I put my hand down your pants and play with your penis for ten minutes I will be able to tell your exact age."
As there was no one else around the man thought what the hell and let her slip her hand down his pants.
Ten minutes later the old lady says, "OK, it's done. You are 47, "
Stunned the man says, "That was brilliant! How did you do that?"
The old lady replies, "I was behind you in McDonald's".
*grins*
Anyway, bedtime for me girls. Another shitty day at work is ahead.
Yay.
Goodnight Lovelies, Mayo and SS!
-A
I found this site, gee some are so funny!
Goodnight Amy, sleep well despite the 4000 lbs of sugar you've ingested! See you later.
good night amyranth. (remember to wash your face)
sweet dreams! :)
Lol
goodnight amy sweet dreams
I've been doing some backreading, and keep coming across this French Anonymous. Anybody know anything about them? It's very sweet, I think, and French is a beautiful language, but I'm curious about them.
Nighty night amy
nope nothing at all J
some people have said it was wendy but it wasn't.
She told me she has never done it and said she doesn't speak french
she posts nice stuff as an anon sometimes but that one is not her
it could be someone with a translator site, they are easy to find
oh and how is L doing?
Je ne parle francais.
Je parle le francais un peu, mais je l'ai lu mieux
L is doing better, Ergo. Ever since she started using the vitamins and supplements, she's had more energy and less pain. She's always in a certain amount of pain, but it's been manageable as of late. She's also been weaning herself off the gabapenten, and that's helped alleviate some of the pain too.
She had three really good days this past week; she worked around the apt, went out to do errands, actually LAUGHED at things! It was really wonderful to see her more like her old self. She's been fatigued the past couple of days, and hurting a little more, but nothing like she was a couple weeks ago. Thank the Lord above.
It's just nice to see more love around Mayo's, instead of more ugliness. I like the French Anon. I liked the Love Anons too. Made me smile. :)
think I left a pas out of that.
that is so good J , give her my love I am so glad the suggestions we all made have helped.
It's going to be a long haul but having improvement so soon is encouraging, hope it continues
Um, yep, you did! That's ok.
I took French in junior high (yes, that long ago) and high school, Latin in high school, and Italian in college. Can I speak the two? Of course not. But I can read and understand most things, b/c of the Latin. :D
Romance languages are fun.
yeah anon you did, but what's a pas between friends?
Where'd everybody go? Amy went to bed, I know. TJ? BC? Helloooooo?
We didn't wander into the Haunted Mansion by mistake, did we?
Thanks for letting me slide, my high school French teacher Ma DAMN Smith, wouldn't have let it go.
I'm just tending my lil green patch on facebook
Well, unlike MaDAMN Smith, we here in BlogBelieve accept you, mistakes and all. There are days I myself can barely speak ENGLISH, let alone anything else. :)
I did 5 years of French in hight school, only because a) I liked it least out of subjects I could choose to fill the spot and
b) Bastille day with choc croissants and rum baba's
sorry that makes no sense
I liked it most out of the subjects I liked least
5 years? I had like 2. Found out I like French onion soup, at least, at the French club dinner.
oh hi, still here (sorta). :)
wandering around the interwebz.
i had two years french in high school. the best part was reading bboks in french, like les joux sont fait by sartre, about what happens when you die.
interesting! and i learned how to make choclate eclairs. :)
books.
i know how to spell books.
Our French teacher in high school taught us how to swear in French. The only one I remember is "merde", which is "shit". Oh wait, "fleche tu" means "fuck you". Also a goodie. Don't know how to swear in Italian, but I'd love to learn.
my father in law swears in italian, it's the only words my husband knows well
I did 1 year of german and our teacher was Polish and constantly wished a war on us to teach us a lesson. I think looking back she was a little affeted by it
Still here J, just checking my mail
Ergo, how weird. Wishing a war on Australia? Or just your class? If the latter, then you guys must've been quite the group of little shits!! heeheehee
Just kidding.
just our class J
and looking back and as I've been a teacher, we were shits.
but she was def not quite right
One of my college professors was either Polish or Czech, I don't remember which. He was demented, but fun-demented, you know? His wife was also a professor at the same university. They were quite the pair.
One day for class he showed us slides from a trip they'd made, snow-skiing. That was cool. Mind you, he taught a subject in the speech and hearing dept, so skiing wasn't EVEN related to what we studied normally! But it was a great class that day. :)
I'm off for the night. Good night everyone
Mayo
Really nothing to say. I know it’s totally silly but I just want you to know I’m sending all happy thoughts your way. Maybe you can find a use for them. If not, if you don’t need them just pass them along to someone who does. Or just ignore. Whatever works for ya.
Night Mayo
Elena
oh hey elena, are you gone then for the night?
and good night bc. sweet dreams. :)
Goodnight BC, hope you sleep well. I think I'm heading off too, it's late and I'm sleepy. I shall hopefully see you all tomorrow.
Rest well, all.
love, faith, hope
oh! good night j. good seeing you.
everybody's going to bed. :(
P.S. Elena, I'm going to call you in the morning, ok? You sound down, honey. *hugs and kisses* Hope you get some rest tonight.
oh fooey. i guess just because i can stay up doesn't mean i ought to.
so, good night lurkers. :)
Lewis,
I hate that you feel you have to leave. Please take some time and think about it, ok? Even though we don't manage to "meet up" here due to time zones and such, I would miss you very much if you left.
I left you a message at your blog, too.
Please take care, and let me know how you're doing. Lots of love to you.
sorry we have guests see you all tomorrow
sweet dreams all
Hello Mayo,
You know, I half-expected to see a new post from you tonight. Since it's Sunday and all, and you at least used to post on Sundays. That's ok, though. Take your time. There's a lot of stuff to sort through on this one, and you probably want to read it all.
Keep your head up, focus on the positive, and let go of all negativity. (So, I felt kind of Zen-like. Sorry.)
Take care of yourself, my friend. Love to you.
mayo,
i found myself reading my journal from my road trip this afternoon. i was just re-arranging some things, and pulled it out to get it out of the way, but ended up sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, grinning in remembrance.
it was such a great time.
it was wonderful.
i loved the travelling, i loved seeing show after show, i loved meeting people and loved trying to figure out the stories of the people i had brief encounters with.
like, there was this woman from china i shared a seat with on the way to philadelphia. she was so talkative -- i had to finally put in my headphones as a defense! but she was sweet, and kept taking pictures of the scenery from the bus window. she had a son in china but she was living here...
then there was a woman i met in line at the philly shows. we hit it off right away. we would walk around the neighborhood the venue was in, just circling the place, talking. her husband owns a comic book shop near boston, but she's still struggling to find her own passion. we encourage each other in occasional text messages. she's the one who gave me the madison sq. garden ticket. she would've made a good lovely, i think, if fate had guided her here.
reading the journal, i had to stop every once in awhile. i had to pause and allow the truth of it to sink in. i did that. i went out there, and i found out that people are kind and generous everywhere. i found out that it's beautiful everywhere.
the trip was music and and seeing that band over and over, of course it was, but it also gave me the whole country.
it was fun to read about it all over again, to follow along again with my rambling thoughts as i scribbled on buses crossing the country, all interspersed with happy bright descriptions of the shows i attended.
but what amazes me the most is that it really did change me. i think back to who i was even just a month before the trip, and there are things i cannot fathom anymore. they seem like the actions and thoughts of a stranger.
it's like i started my life over the day i headed down to california. i didn't realize it at the time.
it actually gives me hope.
sometimes, when i'm feeling discouraged, i just feel so old. i feel like my life is more than half-over, shortened by cancer and the treatment of it, and wasted by a useless marriage. i feel like my life, whatever is left of it, is just going to be a dry hardscrabble path, with no accomplishments, and no more loves, and only little fleeting happinesses.
but i am living a completely unimagined life. and if this much can change in just one season, then there's no telling what course my life will take, is there?
i read my journal today, and the concert antics i recorded made me smile, but the journal itself reminded me that we never know what will happen, not tomorrow, not next month. life surprises us. always.
so, i'm ready to be surprised. *grin*
good night to you, mayo. i hope you had a restful day, and i hope your tomorrow will give you happy little surprises. like, free coffee, and stuff like that. *grin*
sweet dreams, my friend. be well.
Hi Precious,
Just a quick note tonight, Love.
I Hope you're doing alright. It's a good sign that "rock: hard place" is off your profile. Maybe you've come up with a solution? Maybe the situation has rectified itself? Maybe you've gone insane trying to work it out? (Well, I really hope NOT, on that last one, but hey. So many Unknown elements to Life. Insane may be a good thing sometimes.)
;)
You know you've always got someone to talk to, right here.
Goodnight baby. I love you.
My heart to yours, always.
Morning Mayo!
Goodnight OPJ, TJ & Ergo.
Happy Monday, one and all,
I just counted that I now have 5 difference types of ground coffee, 14 types of tea and 4 types of chocolate in my drawer at work. You never know, should I eventually come down from the ceiling and stop shaking I might just get something constructive done today!
Yours jitteringly,
Kass xx
Rebonjour, mon cher. J’te adore. Je ne sais pas un autre chemin de’rassurer vous. Pas ici.
C'est pas evident. Tu es, être dans mon coeur. Si seulement je pouvais faire plus a’calme vous peur. Je suis ici pour vous arrêter. J’rester vrai de vous. Continuer croire’en un merveille de nous. Croire à mon amour, désirer vous. Je faire. De jour en jour. Début a fin. ♥
Who are you talking to, anonymous? Man or woman?
Je parlez à celui.
Je dire ni plus.
Good luck then. Let us know if they answer you.
Oh, and FYI with regards yesterday's discussion: The Black Parade Is Dead debuted at 34 on the UK Album Chart, ie. pretty lame.
morning mayo!
it's monday again....incase you didn't know?!
that weekend went soooo fast!
have a good day whatever you are up to!
hello SS!
hope you are good and well and happy and bizzy!
morning family!
hi kass and anyone else around!
The Black Parade Is Dead debuted at 34 on the UK Album Chart, ie. pretty lame.
hmmmmmmm. not great!
entropy....glad to hear mr entropy is mending well!
hi PJ!
Hi FASC,
I hear you had some problems with the DVD after all that wait! I had similar with LOTMS - it'll only play on my bro's brand-spanking new TV, otherwise on my old PAL set it comes up in black and white in 4 separate stripes - curse this US import malarkey!
So... what do we think of Brangelina's sprogs' names - Knox & Vivienne? He'll be "Hard" all his life and she's named after the World's most famous celluloid hooker!
Could be worse, could be "Audio Science", "Godd'Iss Love" or "Pilot Inspektor"...
Kass xx
anon you aren't a french speaker?
some of your words don't quite seem to make sense
I hope the one you speak to knows what you mean
Hi kass & fasc
I actually think they mistimed the release a little, a bit late to ride the tide so to speak.
Then again a lot of stuff doesn't even debut in the top 100
Lewis could you reconsider leaving for good? I'd miss seeing you around
the names are a better choice than many
Vivienne is pretty but Knox? hard/fort? the poor kid
I don't think the French anon actually speaks French.
I do recognize some French and understand the masculine and feminine tenses.
I think it is text translation as it does not appear as fluent as native tongue, and also seems to be addressed to a male.
hi kass!
i didn't even know their new babies' names.....i swear i haven't read a paper or watched the news all weekend!! just one of those bizzy family weekends where i have been chasing my tail.
(i don't have a tail!)
so yeh i could definitely think of worse names! a little strange though!
the dvd now works, needed some hack?? totally don't understand but its fixed!!
watched the maxwells gig last night and i think i am suffering from post gig depression!! hard to explain...well its not really...its a case of post gig depression nearly 9 months too late!
aaah such is life!
you are caffeined up to the hilt then i see!
hi ergo!!
my french isn't good enough to have spotted that!
well for example "a " is has
so the last line says " the beginning has end"
where they should have "comme à la fin"
which would be "the beginning as at the end"
which would make more sense, a fair few things like that
which would make more sense, a fair few things like that
hmmmmmm
*scratches chin*
ergo when is PP back? do you know?
My type of French :)
no I don't actually, should be soon shouldn't it?
ok
it basically says
rebonjour? not a word as far as I know but I don't know all french or re bonjour?
re hello
I love you, I don't know how else to reassure you. Not here, It's not evident. You are to be in my heart.If only I could make more has calm you fright. I am here to stop you, I am true to you, Continue believe in one marvel of us, Believe in my love, want you.
I to make, Day to day, at the beginning has at the end
thank you to my memory, my french english dictionary and a nice translation site for the bits I couldn't get
not being picky french anon just wondering
as far as I'm concerned you can post to whomever you like
try again
If I was trying to reassure someone, I would try to contact them directly instead of a hit and miss affair like this.
Mayo,
'Morning. Hope you had a great weekend and here's to hoping you have a great Monday.
Yeah, I'm an idiot who would rather go to work than sit home with myself. Maybe I'll try that tomorrow...
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Vacation? What does that word even mean?
Myao hope your Sunday was enjoyable I can tell you monday was ok, but small niggles will make you feel vaguely pissed off by night. Sometimes people just don't make an effort to understand when something might just be important to you, just because it isn't something they have to deal with.That someone , who shall remain nameless, but is lying up the hall, just doesn't get it sometimes. Men!, can't live with em, can't smack them about the earholes with a large blunt object.
anyhoo wishing you understanding, patience, love and joy
much love EP xx
SS hope you're well too, have a good week, can you believe the year is more than half over! Christmas ads soon!!
Sending you appreciation, empathy and grace
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve see you in my morning
♥xx♥
i think the french anon is speaking to mayo
anon you carry on, don't mind us.
ergo have a good evening.
hello solly!
seeya kass!
hello to anyone else arriving!
7:23 oh yes!!
7:26 me too, but to each their own
hi sdock have a good monday
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line
You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line
Because the blog and the world could always use more Johnny Cash.
they may be but apparently i am talking to Myao!
Mayo of course :/
HiYa, ByeYa,
BlogBelieve, Ergo, FASC, Kass, French Anon(s), Anon(s), and anyone else I missed.
Have a good one!
mayo is chinese ^_~
that will now read goodnight ergo!
the male species are put on this earth to annoy!
but they can be quite sweet too and you can't beat a good all enveloping manly hug! especially when they are all clean and smell lovely and you can breath them in deep....hold.....and then exhale!
haha fuck sorry guys got all romantic there for a moment!
right i am gone!
Random Courtney Love blogging.
Just querying the bit that says his bandmate's honeymoon will coincide with August 18th!
mayo is chinese ^_~
great anon!
ergo we will add myao to the blogbelieve typo dictionary!
seriously i am leaving!
Sorry. 'Gerard Way's bandmate's honeymoon'. She also doesn't realise that what age you are just before you turn 16!!
old chinese proverb
他佩带新鲜的内衣有好爱
he who wears fresh undergarments, has good love ;)
Honey!!!
I'm hoOOoome!
*air-kisses Mayo’s cheeks*
*the ones ABOVE the waist* ;)
Morning everyone!
*gives a wave to 616 who is sounding A LOT better! =)*
FASC,
I’m baaaa-yaack!
Yay, for your DVD finally arriving! But regional playing issues? That’s a huge mess up knowing the discs were also going out to international orders O_O
K-Wreck,
Vrilliant satire!
L’Emerald,
LOL, there will be no trip journal from me, sorry. I am a lazy arsed blogger of the highest order ;)
But in brief, or boxers,*14yo - a late developer ;)* so pleased to be home! I'll fill you in on the gory details later =)
Lewis,
Don't ever apologise for, or regret in retrospect, words that you have spoken from your heart or from your fear.
It is your truth and don't ever be ashamed of it.
Stay.
Socky,
*hugs*
Did I read right about your Dude? Are you alright, sweetie?
Kass,
I saw this and I thought of you. ;)
and super news about Mr Entropy being back up and about again. =)
Hi PJ!
Hey SS,
Good to read back and see signs of life from you, although it appears you were a little squished at the time =)
While I was away I found you some hairy hobbit feet, and knives and Sting,
but really, you're probably more interested in this little beauty. It isn't LOTR stuff, but was made by one of the guys who worked on the movies.
*cue 1950's intergalactic space music*
All the coolest stuff was in a 'no photography' area.
Spoil sports >_<
Keep yourself safe =)
And before Mayo yells enough, already! ,
How do you like your pizza?
'Night all! =)
Hi PP!
Looks like my friend's baby daughter. I'm evil, I know, but never have I been more thankful for the words, "Awwww, she looks just like her mother" so I didn't have to actually lie! You do have to give V-delivery babies a while to sort themselves out, though...
Courtney's spelling and grammar has given me hives.
Kass xx
I love you PP :)
Hmmm....You are a tricky one. I wonder if you'll check in later. Anyway, have a super duper day.
*chases after Anon, catches, and hugs*
Love you too! =)
*gently deposits Anon back on ground so as to toss a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment to Kass*
Hi Kass! =)
Just clarifying the pic is in reference to your Black Sheep movie comment ages ago!
But I bet you knew that!
Very Late Disclaimer: The ugly sheep mask photo is not based on, nor resembles in any way, any living persons, bloggers, and no matter how similar to a certain baby girl, her either ;)
But as for the sheep out back...
I was going to make a joke about Antipodean human-ovine hybrids, but seeing as I'm half Welsh...
Nighty-night PP!
Mon cher, vous ne me connaissez? Si vous le faites, alors que me donnera un peu de sécurité.
Quand je sais que vous, quand mon coeur vous connaît, alors ma joie est sans limites. Mais quand je suis confus, je ne sais pas vous, et je n'ai rien mais le désespoir.
Je ferai de mon mieux pour s'accrocher à conviction. Pardonnez-moi mon caduque, s’il vous plaît, mon cher étranger?
You are my joy
You are my sorrow
You are my drowning
And you are my shore.
♥♥
Kass,
Stop being so tricky ^_^
French for Americans
Old French saying
si recherchant l'amour, employez le beurre d'ail économiquement
This is so cool. Like finding a hidden treasure. The pics. LOL!!!
MCR archive
From the archive. I hope that's not real.
OMG RAY
Didn't one of them cut their head on Frank's guitar when one of his tuning pegs fell off?
Sorry pku, I have no idea.
Not Mayo, Not SS
But maybe
For one or the other
Or both
Or no one at all
Wonder how you sleep
I wonder what you think of me
If I could go back
Would you have ever been with me
I want you to be unused
I want you to remember
I want you to believe in me
I want you on my side
Come on and lay it down
I've always been with you
Here and now
Give all that's within you
Be my savior
And I'll be your downfall
Here we go again
Ashamed of being broken in
We're getting off track
I wanna get you back again
I want you to trouble me
I wanted you turning down
I want you to agree with me
I want so much so bad
Come on and lay it down
I've always been with you
Here and now
Give all that's within you
Be my savior
And I'll be your downfall
Yeah, be my savior
(Only love can save us now)
(Don't lay me down)
(Only love can save us now)
I'll be your downfall (I'll be your downfall)
(Ah, love can save us now)
(Don't save me now)
Lay it down
I've always been with you
Hear me now
With all that's within you
Be my savior
And I'll be your downfall
Now I'm back on my own
Hear my feet, they're made of stone
Man, I make you go where I go
Well hell, you, can I take you home
Well, I'm coming home on my back
Kissing me, your lips painted black
Saying
Let me be your downfall
Let me be your downfall, baby
It's "going home time", Way-Hey!!!
Anon, I do have a vague memory of an interview (white hair-period) where they talked about how Frank was somehow involved in all their injuries that mentioned the tuning peg, but a cursory glance at YouTube yields nowt. Sorry.
And she's off - have a great night!
Kass xx
LynZ and COurntey Love probably get along really well, after all the both have the same agenda.
Courtney Love has actual musical talent. If Lyn-Z has a talent, it's not visible on stage.
does anybody know what Gerard was talking about on KROQ this morning?
i missed it.
I don't know but I can guess!
WTF? WTF? WTMFF?
Wasn't it Frank who was supposed to go on his honeymoon? Didn't he mention in an interview once that his honeymoon was going to wait till the break over the summer?
And he got put on the spot for this useless, talentless, worthless POS hosebeast?
I feel for Frances Bean, I mean, for many, many reasons and I'm sure she's a nice kid and all. But her "mother," and that's in quotes for a reason, is acting like a spoiled piece of crap, demanding rock stars for her kid's sweet sixteen. A little perspective here, you stroppy cow: what other mom gets to whine to rock stars for their kid's sweet sixteen? Get over yourself!
And if Gerard really put his band-members on the spot by begging them to kowtow to this well-known bully, then shame on him.
Of course, maybe he didn't though. She could be lying, which would be no surprise to me.
Jesus Christ she pisses me off! I feel bad for the other guys in MCR if they have to do this!
You forget that only Gerard and his holiness count so if he says they do it, they do it Kapunuamililanihoalohaoke'ola!
I totally agree, Jules. I mean, come on.
WTF?
Is she for real going to be 16? Cuz, wow, I don't think Courtney is really sure. Bwah!
Actually, it makes me feel very old to think that little girl is now 16. O_O
Anyhoo....
I'm on my way to work finally. BOOOOOOO!!!!
See you guys in a bit!
Wow, 12:05, I hope you copies and pasted all that. ;D
(Hmmm, Pasted. I miss Pasted anon.)
Speaking of MCR and family members and obligations that Gerard is "begging" them to neglect, I wonder if that thing with Ray being a Papa is really true? Because that would be cool! Ray is to be congratulated if so.
Hey Princess. God, doesn't it just get you mad? I'm pretty sure I heard an interview with Frank saying that this summer would be his honeymoon time, and OMG, the idea of Gerard making them all kowtow to this psycho instead of living their lives--which he clearly does not know how to do--makes me ill.
Yep, Frances is 16. It's crazy because she was born two months after Jo-chan and I remember thinking at the time that Kurt Cobain's kid (I never thought of her as Courtney Hole's* kid,) and Jo-chan were going to grow up with the same generational issues. So odd.
*Crow T Robot called her Courtney Hole in an episode of MST3K one time and it stuck forever, at least for me.
Of course, Courtney Hole could be lying. I hope like hell that she is, because just when you think that Gerard can't get any meaner...
He's moved to La-la Land now, so Courtney's probably his neighbour and he doesn't think about how far the other guys would have to travel. I wouldn't really believe a word she said though!
I hope not, anon. Imagine putting your friend on the spot like that, and for her, the queen of soul-suck.
She's probably lying. I hope.
Anyways, I have to go with my cousin to take Boychild to the Dr. today (she doesn't drive yet,) but I really want to write about my mad, scary, 3-part dream involving a demon-baby (mine,) Gerard Way, Rodney Dangerfield, extras from a Jackie Chan movie, FF7's post-apocalyptic Midgar, Seattle's Queen Anne Hill, Meatloaf, and a puppet.
I'm going to try to write about it before I have to go but there's no way I'm going to finish it before the appointment so I will probably tell it to you all later. It's completely mad.
"Bauer" is Ray's dog. there's a video up on INO where he says it.
*yawns and stretches*
*is late again*
Good morning/afternoon/evening Mayo, SS, Kass, FASC, Possum, Ergo, various anons, lurkers and watchers; everyone I missed last night/this morning and everyone in general!
How are you on this manic (but hopefully marvelous) Monday? Well and happy, I hope!
Possum: Welcome back!!!!! It's so good to see/read you again. I missed you very much! I'm so glad to hear you had fun! Thanks for sharing your pictures with us. Ohhh....I especially like the hairy hobbit's feet and the doomsday weaponry of old!
Psst: You are correct. I am feeling much, much better! Thanks so much for all the well wishes!
Lewis: NO! You can not leave. I shall drag you back, kicking and screaming, if necessary. Think I can not? I'm stronger than I appear to be! Sort of like the (optical illusion of) objects that appear in your rear view mirror. ;) Please don't leave, Lewis!
TJ: If I don't get talk to you later, please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers. Wishing you the best for you, tomorrow and always!
L and J: I miss you ladies! Thank you so much for the beautiful card! Give Sparkle a big kiss for me today.
Triston: I think you might have scared Smoke and Sdock. Behave! ;)
To ponder/inspire/ignore today:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't think about how weak you are — think of how strong you're going to be."
Michelle (Berry) Dougherty
and
"We could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world."
Helen Keller
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Have a great Monday/Tuesday everyone!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
OH MY GOD. Check this out, it's so cool.
Today I got all my info and stuff or the Adopt A Native Elder program. They send you pictures and info of the elder to whom you're sending care packages and stuff which is awesome. She's so pretty, but guess what it is that she does?
She's a weaver. ^_^
Oh cool, thanks, anon. That's cool he thanked his dog. ^_^
we must believe
i believe in you
i love you
do not despair
faith will see us through
i hear you
i know you
your heart knows the answer
follow your heart
i will be waiting at the end of the road
my arms wide to hold you
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love
Kapunua, you mentioned once that you are part Cherokee and part (Creek? Crow?)
What side of your family is that from? And how far back?
Hiya Mayo.
Just stopping by to see how it's goin.
I took a break from the electronic world, got in touch with my inner-child and had some fun.
I hope you go have some fun too.
See ya later.
Anonymous said...
If Frank can forgave him, why can't everyone else? It's in the past, so please, let's drop this.
Why? Why drop something that changed a lot of people's views on the band that we once loved and were very loyal to?
How do you know Frank forgave him? Because he plastered on some fake smile after it?
July 13, 2008 3:01 PM
Anonymous said...
I think they were trying to encinuate they knew him, Anon. Or more than just know him, is him. Trying and failing.
July 13, 2008 3:06 PM
I actually thought it sounded more like it was Mayo asking us to drop it.
i believe.
suddenly, i can't breathe,
but i believe.
♥♥
inhale
exhale
MAYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHATCHA DOIN'???????
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHATCHOO DOIN'???????
BLOGBELIEVEEEEEE!!!!!!
WASSSSSSSSUPPPPPP????????
Okay, back to work for me. >_<
Hey guys! Just got back from the Dr. / picking up prescription for Boychild. He's got tonsilitis. :( He was totally not himself at all and he cried the whole time. It made me think of what I wreck I would be as a Mom. I have some serious deep thoughts to ponder. :)
Hope you are all having a great day, and I want to finish writing up this huge, ridiculously long dream I had.
Anon, I am part Cherokee/Choctaw/Something on my Dad's side. The reason it is hard to pinpoint is because the name of my great great grandparents was the most common native name there is. So when you look for their names on any of the rolls, you find them on all different ones. It's hard to reference "how far back" it goes too, because two generations before my Dad they opted out of the reservation--my Great-grandma married a German guy and their children were "white."
It's funny, you don't get these kinds of issues with other races, you know? So odd.
Hello, nice to see you dropped by.
You could stick around to talk if you need to.
WTF?, anon
Okay, I'm going to write out my stupid dream in three parts, because it is long, and because it happened in three parts.
Part One: The Demon Baby.
So I'm at my parents' house and for some reason I'm really tired. By and by I remember that I'm tired because I had a baby recently and it's been keeping my up nights; only now I can't remember where I put the damn thing. So I go to my house and I'm searching for it, and I find it crawling around in my wicker chair. I pick it up and all of a sudden I remember that it's a boy, and he's just a few days old. This gives me such joy, that I have a son, and I take him to my parents' house to visit. All the while I'm thinking, "This is my child so he's going to be really intelligent. I should start teaching him how to speak, even though he's only a few days old."
I get to my parents' house and there's no one there but my cousin Celia, and she's around 16 years old and she's running around the living room, which has my parents' old living room set that they had when I was in college. So I sit down on the old sofa with the baby boy and I start talking to him to teach him words. Celia says, "You can't expect him to learn so quickly, he's only a few days old!"
I reply by holding taking the baby out of his blankets, holding him up and saying, "Oh yeah? Watch this? Baby, where's Grampa? Tell me!"
The baby has these freakishly, cartoonishly huge eyes, and already has a mouthful of teeth. It struggles for words for a few seconds and then clearly says, "Dead. They're all dead."
I'm like, "...Umm, excuse me?"
"The rest of your family is dead, hahahaa!" And its mouth is moving like when they animate talking babies in commercials and stuff like that.
So I say to Celia, "Obviously this is a really stupid dream, and I demand that I wake up."
Celia says, "Yeah, it has to be a dream that we're both having. Let's try to wake each other up."
So we make a lot of noise, and we pinch ourselves, and we throw things at each other, but neither one of us wakes up. Finally I have a great idea.
"I need to pee really badly," I tell her, "and I can never pee in a dream. So I'm going to go to the bathroom and try to pee, and when I do, then I'll wake up."
She agrees it's a good idea so off I go. But as soon as I sit down, she bangs on the door. I'm like, "I'M IN HERE!" And she's all, "Are you going yet? How come we're not waking up?" and I tell her, "Because you won't let me start!' (Which is the opposite of dream-logic: usually this is when I do wake up from "I Have To Pee" dreams.)
Anyway, our plan didn't work and the baby is crawling down the hall towards the bathroom. Now I'm thoroughly repulsed and disturbed, thinking that I've given birth to this demonic child and I don't know what to do with it! So instead of taking responsibility, I leave it to its own devices (Celia goes back to running around in circles,) and I go Out Into The World.
Part Two: Gerard Way in Midgar
Outside my parents' house, the world is post-apocalyptic Final Fantasy VII and I'm living in the slums of Midgar. I'm thinking, "If I could find Reeve, this would be great."
But instead of Reeve, I find Gerard Way, slumming it in an alley with a bunch of stolen goods in his coat. I can't blame him for stealing, because it's the post-apocalyptic slums and we all have to. So I go up to him and I'm like, "Hey man, you all right?" Only he doesn't answer, he just gets all shruggy and eye-rolly, so I decide to move on.
Then Rodney Dangerfield comes running into the alley, and I somehow know that he's a cop even though he's not in uniform. He goes, "There you are, you nasty little punk!" and he starts chasing Gerard.
Now I'm thinking--as I always do in dreams when someone is in trouble--that it's time for me to take over for a while. Okay, Gerard's too delicate for this kind of stuff, and he doesn't know Midgar like I do. I'd better take over or he'll get himself killed. So I do. And then I'm the one running through the slums of Midgar being chased by Rodney Dangerfield.
Eventually I/we outrun him and we end up on the outskirts of the town. It doesn't look like Midgar here. Instead it looks like the same exact place that all of my "crime/chase" dreams take place, which is this claustrophobic, dark, hilly place with lots of metal. You can hide here, and you can just as easily get trapped somewhere. I'm fairly in control here because again, I know the place. But all of a sudden eye-rolly, defensive Gerard pops back in, taking me out of the scene. I'm like, "You can't do that; I'm trying to help you hide."
"I don't wanna hide," he says. "People should be watching me."
"You're going to get your stupid ass killed," I tell him. "Look around, look at where you are!"
We both look around, and we're in a hangar type thing at the end of what's supposed to be Midgar, but isn't. There's light coming from outside of Midgar, but instead of making things look bright, it just makes the big metal structures cast shadows everywhere. And between the light and shadows, all these criminals are lurking around. One of them has a staff that he twirls for a second before jumping into a doorway, a few of them have tommyguns, and in the distance, standing on a podium, is the crime boss.
"Oh my god," I say to Gerard, "This isn't the Triad crime ring. It's the Triple Triad crime ring. That's three times the crime." (Note: The Triads usually make an appearance in Jackie Chan movies and they are a real Chinese crime ring. Triple Triad, however, is a card game from Final Fantasy 8.)
Gerard gets all shruggy and eye-rolly and says, "Whatever," and keeps walking.
I see the crime boss looking at him, so I stuff him into a corner behind a bunch of metal boxes. He purposely sticks his leg out for attention and I'm very exasperated with him.
Rodney Dangerfield comes running back in saying, "There you are, you nasty little punk! Now it's time for you to go to jail!" And he grabs Gerard by the back of his coat and pulls him out.
But then the crime lord dude comes up to all of us (he's still on his podium; it moves around with him,) and he asks Gerard if he's a girl or a boy.
"A boy," Gerard says. (He keeps biting his nails and shrugging through this whole thing.)
"Well I'm not into boys," the crime lord says, "But I might have a job for you. And if you don't do it, I'm going to cut off your head really slowly."
So I get this sinking feeling, because it seems like this guy wants to cut heads off no matter what, and this can't end well.
"Whatever," Gerard says. "I'll do it."
I finally figure out what this guy is setting up and I turn to Rodney Dangerfield and I say, "Run, Rodney Dangerfield! They are going to make Gerard shoot you between the eyes, run out of Midgar and don't come back!"
Rodney Dangerfield goes running toward the light at the outside of the town, and the Triple Triad boss makes Gerard chase him.
Part three: Porn buildings on Queen Anne Hill
I follow them both out of town to broad daylight and suddenly I'm standing on Queen Anne Hill with a friend of mine from LJ, Kris, who is looking for an apartment there. All of a sudden I'm not concerned any long with Gerard, Rodney, or the Triple Triad crime ring. We're standing on a hill looking at a high-rise building (of which there are none in QAH) and I ask her what type of place that is.
"That's a movie building," she says. "They're filming a different movie on each floor, and you can look into the windows for a sneak preview. On the third floor you can see Brenden Frasier making a porno."
Immediately I'm like "OMG, what? Can we watch?"
"They don't let you see much," she tells me. We look anyway, and Brenden Frasier comes to the window and he waves with this huge grin on his face. "I'm looking for something less porny," Kris tells me.
Then we walk to another apartment building which has a bus stop outside of it, and a fountain in the middle of a garden. It seems really nice and she decides to live there for a while. There is a rock garden too, and I pick up one of the rocks and find that there are two keys attached to the bottom of it, with a name and a number written on it. I figure that they must belong to someone who used to live at an apartment here and that they had tried to hide the keys, and I decide to return them to the front desk.
So I go in there, and working at the desk is Meatloaf. I hand him the keys and he asks if I'm here for an interview. I'm like, "Uhh, no. My friend is looking for an apartment."
"You'd better think of a way to inspire people," Meatloaf says. "Like the way they do in the building across the way."
I'm like, "Dude, they were making porn. That's not my idea of inspiration. Even if the guy in it was hot."
He goes, "Well, not necessarily like that. But maybe like this."
And he picks up this brown rug and puts it on his hand. All of a sudden he makes a really life-like puppet out of it, one that looks like a brown bear, with a really expressive face. Then he starts making it sing to me.
I don't remember the words, but in the dream I knew that it was from the soundtrack of a movie, along the lines of "My Heart Will Go On" or something huge and overblown like that, only it's about inspiration instead of, well, whatever that song was about. And at first I am blase about it like, Oh please, seriously? A soundtrack? And then all of the other apartment/hotel workers have hand puppets and they are all singing to me. I look at the bear puppet and it looks really, really cute, so I pet it.
Then the song stops and Meatloaf says, "And that's what you have to do, otherwise that demon baby of yours is never going to get its mind right."
"Wow," I say, "and to think this all nearly ended in Midgar. Dude, I really have to pee."
And that was it, I woke up.
*laughing hysterically*
Seriously, Jules. WTF do you do before you go to bed? ^_~
Solly and I were reading that while we were on the phone and she's all like, "STOP IT! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!"
She was laughing that damn hard.
Bwah!
I'm glad you guys got a laugh! I've been giggling about the porn part all day, and "Triple Triad." OMG, I am such a product of my environment.
I ♥ the demon baby. :)
“You are the language in which I yearn to be fluent
You are the unbidden song I sing”
Trop de coeurs ici aujourd'hui, mon amour. Désordre sembler de règne . Nous semble créer des problèmes, excitation,un autre. A moins que vous êtes parler à elles.
Je’te excusez-vous presque tout.
Je ne compends pas. J’ai sentir
non désespoir quand je penser à vous. Allez-vous même en ce moment? Il est, je suis, jamais désespérer.
Faites ce que vous pouvez. Sourire radieux et se porter bien, mon coeur. ♥♥
The demon baby was so freaky. Its name was the same name I would actually name a boy, too: Gabriel. That was the part that scared me the most during the dream.
I really liked Meatloaf's bear puppet though. O_o It was so cute.
That is freaky!
Ha! And I actually saw Meatloaf on tv yesterday. I was watching Tenacious D. :)
Hee-hee.
K your dream could be about the blogs. Porn next door?
No way! The only time I saw Meatloaf recently was last month in that commercial with his son. Weird!
For real! And I only saw him for just a split second, too.
*swearing like a sailor*
blogger is a fat greedy one!!
so my long ass comment was eaten!
right brief version!
hi K, princess!
lovely to see you back PP!
K fucking vrilliant dream again!! the demon baby...how scary! so funny that you are teaching your child to speak at 2 days old! you pushy mother!!
Gerard shrugging, nail biting, eye rolling Way!! why can i imagine that so easily?
and he asks Gerard if he's a girl or a boy.
haha also very funny!
and meatloaf, singing hand puppets and of course PORN!! and getting up to pee! class!
oh and i wanted to say re the honeymoon of a MCR bandmate coinciding with Frances Bean's 16th.......well her bd is on 18th Aug and Leathermouth start their tour on 20th Aug, so I doubt Frank would have had his honeymoon so close to touring? or maybe i am wrong?? just a thought.
right i cannot stop tonight. have a good evening everyone.
love to you all!
mayo and SS you too!
You were inside my head! A little dark and damp in there, right?
Oh shoots, my cousin is on her way, we are having Barbecue: The Sequel. ^_^
Back later guys! Thanks for reading my dream. :D
LOL, thanks, FASC! :D Glad I could make you laugh.
Good point about the Leathermouth tour, and good thing, too. I feel a little better thinking that Gerard wouldn't do that.
So Courtney Hole is a huge useless liar, no surprise there. :)
Bwahaha! Have fun, K!
Hi and bye, FASC! I was thinking the same thing about Frank and the tour thingy.
Wait, did someone say Leathermouth?!?!?!
EEEEEEEK!
I made my husband listen to some Leathermouth today. He just kind of looked at me funny. He also listened to MCR, The Used and Ludo. He was actually into The Used. Surprised me a bit. Then he asked me about 30STM.
I iz slowly but surely bringing him to the dark side.
Bwah!
frenchie is thisby
that is some pretty messed up stuff,hmmf
Hello.
who is thisby?
Anyone here?
Hiya LL sweetie.
*hands over toffee crisp*
You are still into them, right?
*snatches toffe crisp and devours hungrily*
That would be a yes, Miss T! :D
I have a splitting headache tonight, how are you hun?
Could they get cuter?
Could they be more in love?
Hello, anybody around?
LOL Bean.
*checks to see if hand is still connected to wrist*
So, if you are now a toffee crisp fiend, that means the chunky kitkats are all mine.
ALL MINE, I TELLS YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*crazy laugh*
OK, I'm done now.
Oh no Bean, sorry to hear that. Have you taken anything?
Hiya fimbles, how are you today my mancy babe?
thisbe
haha you make me giggle MissT!
I actually had a bag of Maltesers at work today just to ring the changes. I'm a bit of a chocoholic.
Did you ever try the limited edition chunky kit kats? *drools*
I'm good thanks bean.
The bad dreams have gone, thank god.
I meant to say the limited edition orange chunky kitkats!
anon, is that recent?
I actually thought it sounded more like it was Mayo asking us to drop it.
Why would he care again?
i could eat a big dime bar.
Or i could eat a big terry chocolate orange.
Oh yeah I did LL and you are right to use the word drool.
Chunky kitkats of any flavour are to die for.
I currently have some roses that need finishing off. I am gonna have a chocolatey supper later.
Are they your faves fim?
thisbe who?
******NEWSFLASH*****
MissT likes to suck 'em and Fimble prays for the really cheesy ones.
Bwahahahaha!
brush up on your roman mythology anon
Cocksuckingmotherfuckingsonofabitch...!!!!
This motherfucker just told me that I he wants the house and I need to leave.
WTF? WTMFF?
breaking news, you get frost bite from living in a freezer. now go and sit on your frozen pea's
Oh no!
Breaking news is spilling all my secrets. *looks all shifty*
Hiya foul mouthed solly, how are you tonight?
and you rushed to your computer to tell your only friends!!!!
Solly, that's awful. We are on AIM if you can get on.
I love Solly!
6.06, she is actually on the phone to me, if you had a friend you would be on the phone or socialising now, wouldnt you?
go and eat a ornage carrot, my lovely
and i totally meant to mispell that one, yay for me and my worst speller trophy.
:)
LOL for fim and her speller trophy.
Ornage is totally a colour Fim, and a fruit. *flips through the BlogBelieve Lexicon* yup, there it is under 'O'...just before 'P' and porcine and prick up and smile.
I'm so sorry to hear that solly. That sucks. Don't give him what he wants.
But how are you tonight?
I know it is easier said than done but try not to get too stressed right now.
There hopeless romanticism should be on every page.
That's a lovely pic anon, thanks for sharing sweetie.
How are you?
he doesn't look quite as blissfully happy as she does.
Maybe he's tired anon cos he'd been having his pic took most of the day.
Sdock,
I'm so sorry that you are going through such a terrible time.
He looks really tired.
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