It was written from another’s perspective. A recollection of a conversation turned first person. Expensive, anti-climactic words ringing in my ears with an unrelenting need to, once again, find voice. In reverse, they became a bit of guilt unfurled to reveal how my selfish needs superseded best interest. Recall that I held on too long, to that room, to that moment.
“Just say it, say it already”
“I don’t.”
As painful as it may have been to hear it rephrased in that manner, I never meant to be cruel. And now, when the melody of the moment presents itself, I am reminded to never again make that mistake. Although ironically, it was only after repeated cost that it became my lesson. I hope it has become yours, as well.
p.s. volumes like breadcrumbs lead back.
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«Oldest ‹Older 5201 – 5400 of 5657 Newer› Newest»you are all scaring me tonight. is it a full moon? wtf?
I think Bert wrote it about Gerard.
GOnna have to agree with J on this too. That wasn't SS at the afternoon time. But it was him in the morning. Trying to show some people how to be courteous.
*snorks awake*
I.. huh? Wha?
Hair?
*squints at it*
Lovely verse darling, but my hair isn't red. It's brown. Ish.
It's something.
Disobedient maybe.
Alright. I gotta go. Vacation was nice, but I gotta work in the morning. Goodnight Lovelies and SS!
-A
did they listen to him this morning? nope. how can they wait on word from him and when he conveys an important msg. they ignore it. they have no regard for what he really thinks or says.
BC is the Easter Bunny.
She has a baby Easter Bunny at home, if you need further proof.
Bob Bryar was here around 6-6.
The children (BLOGGERS) often spent long summer days on this lagoon, (THIS BLOG) swimming or floating most of the time, (TALKING ON THIS BLOG) playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth. You must not think from this that the mermaids (THE PEOPLE ON HERE DURING THE DAY) were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary, it was among Wendy's lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. (THE DAY CREW) When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score, especially on Marooners' Rock, where they loved to bask, combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her; or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, to within a yard of them, but then they saw her and dived, probably splashing her with their tails, not by accident, but intentionally. (THE DAY CREW PURPOSELY IGNORES AND IS NASTY TO OTHERS)
They treated all the boys in the same way, except of course Peter, (MAYO) who chatted with them on Marooners' Rock by the hour, and sat on their tails when they got cheeky. (MAYO AND SS WHEN THEY TELL THE DAY CREW TO BE MORE COURTEOUS) He gave Wendy one of their combs.
Why is Bert brought into this shit?
*yawns and stretches, shuffling slowly away from the couch*
Ah! I finally get to sleep in my own bed! *wink*
Oh, and Goodnight Mayo!
no it's not the full moon. it's the last quarter. our crazy is 100% natural. *heh*
elena, if you're lurking, ergo said thank you for posting the pic, she hoped you would! and she said to stay tuned for more adventures! lol
"Red Hot" Anon, WOW! Can I post that on SP? And if so, would you tell me a "pen name" I can post it under?
TJ, GET OUT! Really? The Hundred Acre Wood? Oh fantabulous! I officially envy you that trip. Have you read, well I'm sure you have, Milne's poetry collection that's sort of a companion to the Pooh books? That's where L and I came up with Pinkle's name, BTW.
That's okay J. I'm okay, just a tad headachy. The remodeling is finally completed :)
How is L? Hahaha, I will definitely help.
I've had enough
Of this parade
I'm thinking of
The words to say
We open up
Unfinished parts
Broken up
It's so mellow
And when I see you then i know it will be next to me
And when I need you then I know you will be there with me
I'll never leave you
Just need to get closer, closer
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Closer, closer
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Keep waking up (waking up)
Without you here (without you here)
Another day (another day)
Another year (another year)
I seek the truth (seek the truth)
We set apart (we set apart)
Second base
A second chance (a second chance)
And when I see you then i know it will be next to me
And when I need you then I know you will be there with me
I'll never leave you
Just need to get closer, closer
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Closer, closer
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
And when I see you then i know it will be next to me
And when I need you then I know you will be there with me
I'll never leave you
Just need to get closer, closer
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Closer, closer
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Lean on me now
Closer, closer
K was the Hook anons but probably not posting the section from Peter Pan since that is a severe telling of how her friends are not courteous OR respectful to the others. K was trying to get Mayo's attention but instead she got told off by a different anon. ^_____^
But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!--
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.--
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!--
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.--
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.--
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
How funny and ironic would it be if that peter pan post was actually Mayo telling her to get her friends to stop being so nasty to the others?That would be a beautiful irony.
^___*
^______^
just incase you were wondering, yes i was robbed on sunday.
ummmm yea so i was at the studio on sunday night and while i was there about 3 grand worth of my hair cutting stuff was stolen from a locked car with an alarm. ug. i am not to bummed its just stuff but i feel bad because i have had a lot of that stuff for a very long time. at least i have an excuse to get new things now. yay! shiny scissors! xo me
ummmm totally.
But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!-- (THE LADIES HERE TONIGHT)
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, (THE DAY CREW)
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: (JEALOUSY)
Be not her maid, since she is envious; (DON'T LET THE DAY CREW BOTHER YOU)
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-- (IGNORE THEIR DISRESPECT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE)
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!--
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? (THEIR CHILDISH WAY OF TALKING. THE WAY THEY BABBLE. THE STUPID NET SPEAK. THEY TALK BUT SAY NOTHING)
I think Clay Aiken is also asecret alien.
With an ugly baby like that.
ok, i had to go make popcorn.
yes, j. i really did walk in the hundred acre wood! i was planning on going to the bridge where they play pooh sticks, but i had to cut the day short. it was an adventure. :)
and i love the poetry, too, natch.
and yay! my man will, but omg how dare you muck with his words. the gods of elizabethan drama will strike. you. down.
but the lyrics before that were lovely. :)
Pooh sticks rocks, we used to play that all the time in our old town, which was much smaller and more countrified than this one.
Goodnight Amy sweet dreams
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!
When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
pooh sticks is truly a delightful way to spend an afternoon, carrie. :)
did amyranth go to bed?
*yells up the stairs*
good night amyranth!!!!
You get extra credit by breaking that one down for me.
Kapunua, go to bed and stop posting literature shit that you copied and pasted. No one wants it. You've been asked so nicely. Be courteous. Stop spamming and go to bed.
omg poe. thank you. wonderful.
How do you guy feel when your a GAY? some people dont seem to understand why God greated them and made them in a possible way that he wants them to be! but anyway maybe turning urselfs into some kind of stupid tactics is too complicated and i hope people wont peak on you or i hope it last!
Goodnight Amy, I'll catch up with you by email tomorrow, okee? Sleep well.
TJ, oh I love the story with Pooh Sticks. I love all the stories, who am I kidding? :D My family nicknamed me Pooh b/c of my, uh, insistence on hearing the stories every night. I'm guessing also you prefer the Shepard illustrations over the Disney ones?
BC, L's doing pretty well, she's had some fatigue-y days this weekend but is up to close her normal speed again. :) She sends her love, BTW, to you and everyone else here tonight.
Shakespeare too? My my. It's a cornucopia of words tonight. Some romantic, some...erotic. Carry on, if you will. :)
I think someone is trying to impress you toujours
...
0_o
that made no sense, 12:30.
none, whatsoever.
could you repeat the question
wah-hah, really 12:33? coooool. :)
of course i prefer the original illos j.! they are so sweet and i remember looking at them as much as i read the words.
your family nckname is really pooh? that's totally awesome. :D
one of the first books my ex gave me as a gift back when we were "courting" was the tao of pooh, i loved it.
I was right with the other meanings about the Day Crew anon? That one is a little harder. Give me a hint.
Well at least we know 12 30 isn't posting any literature....you can go to bed now...you are innocent.
That's good to hear J. *sends love and kisses to L*
12:30,
What? That comment doesn't make sense.
maybe they want you to read it backwards, like the beatles record.
So the "day crew" is now the "mermaids"??
Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
Believe, believe in me, believe
That life can change, that you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
And you know you're never sure
But your sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake
The place where you were born
Believe, believe in me, believe
In the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there's not a chance tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight
words are NOT like darts, You cant just throw a bunch of them together and hope you hit a bulls eye.
TJ, I have The Tao of Pooh and The Tao of Piglet too! I think I still have The Pooh Dictionary. Used to have a Pooh cookbook and piano-music book a long time ago. The illustrations are very sweet, soft-looking. (I also have a big pillow with Poohs on it.)
12.30, do you need some help? I personally can't help you, but I can try to find someone who can.
do you remember that cher movie, wasn't it called "mermaids"?
*gasp*
maybe the anon posted that to suggest that kapunua is really cher????
and sdock is winona ryder????
omg omg omg.
it all makes sense now.
"Tonight, so bright
Tonight
We'll crucify the insincere tonight"
SO TRUE
all the innocents should be in bed by now.
^_~
don't forget, they call Mustard Splash! lol but seriously. I see what the anons are getting at with the day crew being disrespectful. Its amazing. SS came by in the morning and told them this. They ignore it. That wasn't him in the afternoon. It was probably K herself being nice to herSELF. That's actually sad. I feel sorry for her
j., i checked the pooh cookbook out of the library once. i still have the recipe for blustery day nog in my recipe box. it's gooood. :)
12:46, that was beautiful. it truly was. thank you for sharing it.
My kids have "farm" nicknames, for when they go stay with their Aunt. One of them is Roo, the other Piglet. Not sure why, I'm sure it's farm logic.
I got you babe
Smashing Pumpkins. Anon are you Mayo, crucifying the "INSINCERE" at night? Its about time.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
don't forget, they call Mustard Splash!
lol i love it when a theory comes together!
but seriously, i think the literature quotes tonight have just been just because, you know? sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar.
smashing pumpkin lyrics..listen to it. It's a lovely song. Btw he totally looks like gerard in that video!
Don't let them say your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
its been fun playing with you all tonight....goodnight.
awww Brewster, there no such thing as ......
12:53 I just don't see it.
Besides one's bald, the other's red.
No i'm not mayo, i just really like that song.
I liked the Smashing Pumpkins song.
I really liked the Red Hot poem.
Anon, you never said if I could post that on SP. Is it original or did you c and p?
sonny. :D
i'm giggling over here.!
:D
good night 12:54.
Besides one's bald, the other's red. LOL,true but the video reminds me kinda of tbp. Imagine gw with his short blond hair.
I HATE THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT THE "DAY CREW".
I am just a nice anon and this shit makes me feel sick to my stomach.
" The boat drew nearer. It was the pirate dinghy, with three figures in her, Smee and Starkey, and the third a captive, no other than Tiger Lily. Her hands and ankles were tied, and she knew what was to be her fate. She was to be left on the rock to perish, an end to one of her race more terrible than death by fire or torture, for is it not written in the book of the tribe that there is no path through water to the happy hunting-ground? Yet her face was impassive; she was the daughter of a chief, she must die as a chief's daughter, it is enough.
They had caught her boarding the pirate ship with a knife in her mouth. No watch was kept on the ship, it being Hook's boast that the wind of his name guarded the ship for a mile around. Now her fate would help to guard it also. One more wail would go the round in that wind by night.
In the gloom that they brought with them the two pirates did not see the rock till they crashed into it.
"Luff, you lubber," cried an Irish voice that was Smee's; "here's the rock. Now, then, what we have to do is to hoist the redskin on to it and leave her here to drown."
It was the work of one brutal moment to land the beautiful girl on the rock; she was too proud to offer a vain resistance."
yeah, but giggling is dangerous, cuz i've got a toothpick in my mouth.
Night, guys, gotta ferry the kid to school in the morning. Thanks for the chat.
sonny and cher say
HIM: Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb
HIM: Babe
BOTH: I got you babe
I got you babe
HIM: I got you to hold my hand
HER: I got you to understand
HIM: I got you to walk with me
HER: I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
BOTH: I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
12:58 tbp is the last thing I like to think about.
good night carrie, sweet dreams. :)
Oh noes, I said Ferry, which could be another name for "boat." Am I the anon? See, this is how stuff like that gets started. :)
Damn Irish....The Bastards.
and night, Tj, and J, and BC!
12:58 tbp is the last thing I like to think about.
sorry
Hmm...I thought sonny and cher were divorced.
For reply Peter rose and kicked John out of bed, blankets and all; one kick. This seemed to Wendy rather forward for a first meeting, and she told him with spirit that he was not captain in her house. However, John continued to sleep so placidly on the floor that she allowed him to remain there. "And I know you meant to be kind," she said, relenting, "so you may give me a kiss."
For the moment she had forgotten his ignorance about kisses. "I thought you would want it back," he said a little bitterly, and offered to return her the thimble.
"Oh dear," said the nice Wendy, "I don't mean a kiss, I mean a thimble."
"What's that?"
"It's like this." She kissed him.
"Funny!" said Peter gravely. "Now shall I give you a thimble?"
"If you wish to," said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time.
Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched. "What is it, Wendy?"
"It was exactly as if someone were pulling my hair."
"That must have been Tink. I never knew her so naughty before."
And indeed Tink was darting about again, using offensive language.
"She says she will do that to you, Wendy, every time I give you a thimble."
"But why?"
"Why, Tink?"
Again Tink replied, "You silly ass." Peter could not understand why, but Wendy understood, and she was just slightly disappointed when he admitted that he came to the nursery window not to see her but to listen to stories.
Goodnight carrie, 12:54, sweet dreams.
No need for apologizes 1:04, I'm just not a fan.
Sonny is dead 1.05
Cher spoke at his funeral. Said he was the love of her life.
:(
Shit, first it was alice in wonderland ,now peter pan? What's next? Humpity Dumpity???
1:09, I believe at the time of his death he was married to someone else.
I want puss in boots!
How about the three pig? I'll huff and i'll puff..
I always thought peter pan was an asshole. He broke tinkerbells heart.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Touch the ground.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Turn around.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Show your shoe.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
That will do.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Run upstairs.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Say your prayers.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Say goodnight.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
I'll blow you out!
What about little red riding hood?
What about little red riding hood?
She should have never been in the forest without an adult!
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything naughty and nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
He was remarried 1.12
It was his wife who asked Cher to speak at the service. There was a bond there that could never be broken. Mary Bono respected and honored that bond.
They sent poor little red riding hood alone, to give her granny some food...
What are boys made of, snails and nails and puppy dog tails.
1:16,
Peter Pan kinda sounds like an asshole in the story posted at 1:06.
I remember Teddy Bear.
Goodnight Carrie, pleasant dreams.
I was watching the video for "Closer". It's a really pretty song. Thanks to the anon for the lyrics; they're sweet, and with the music behind them, tender and touching.
And as for literature quotes, I'm partial to The Little Prince (like we had once before), Dracula, Frankenstein, P.G. Wodehouse, Mervyn Peake...the list grows! But not so much with Shakespeare. I've always found him difficult to wade through.
I like big teddy bears.
Peter is an asshole bc, he is a typical man! They don't ever want to grow up!
j., oh j. say it isn't so. not my man will.
just teasin :)
And everything naughty and nice,
Is this the modern version? :D
I prefer a smallish teddy bear myself. :D
TJ, I'm so sorry, but yes, it's true! Poor Will, underappreciated throughout the centuries.
Eh, think of it as more for you. ;D
Dante...now THERE was a writer.
The bigger, the more cuddly!
1:20,
Or at least a bat.
1.31, that depends on whether you mean height or girth!
well, i just didn't want to be accused of hogging the bard, j. but if you insist...
;D
hogging the bard.
that sounds naughty.
That DOES sound naughty, TJ.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm, uh, hogging the bard."
*stunned silence*
"Is that what they call it nowadays?*
OR
"That looks painful."
1:28,
True. Peter needs to grow a set.
Now comes the evening of the mind.
Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;
Here is the shadow moving down the page
Where you sit reading by the garden wall.
Now the dwarf peach trees, nailed to their trellises,
Shudder and droop. Your know their voices now,
Faintly the martyred peaches crying out
Your name, the name nobody knows but you.
It is the aura and the coming on.
It is the thing descending, circling, here.
And now it puts a claw out and you take it.
Thankfully in your lap you take it, so.
You said you would not go away again,
You did not want to go away - and yet,
It is as if you stood out on the dock
Watching a little boat drift out
Beyond the sawgrass shallows, the dead fish ...
And you were in it, skimming past old snags,
Beyond, beyond, under a brazen sky
As soundless as a gong before it's struck --
Suspended how? -- and now they strike it, now
The ether dream of five-years-old repeats, repeats,
And you must wake again to your own blood
And empty spaces in the throat.
The Evening Of The Mind
by Donald Justice
g'nite, you find the most beautiful poems. thank you, and sweet dreams to you.
Lovely poem, GB, as always. I like the "peach" theme. Peaches are good. :)
Thank you for sharing your vast collection of poetry with us. It's a pleasure to come upon in the evenings. We would miss that if you left us.
Goodnight, GB. Rest well.
Goodnight g'nite
*stunned silence*
"Is that what they call it nowadays?*
*snicker*
;D
BRB, kids.
okey doke, j.
don't hog the bard.
Okie dokie J
I'm back now! No hogging the bard for me! I'm innocent, I swear.
O_o
Hi again J :)
Hi again, BC. :)
It's gone quiet rather quickly, hasn't it?
Yes it has J. How was your day?
My day was good. I washed some dishes, ran a load of laundry, had a nap, read, wrote, and talked to Elena on the phone for a little. What did you do today?
How is L going J?
Is she still having health problems?
Mayo
Well here I sit once again wondering about so many things. I wonder why mostly. Yeah, I really do. Of course there are far too many “whys” to list but I have a shit pot full of them. Yeah, your name is mentioned in more than a few of them. Oh well, to be honest I know most of the answers. Don’t like em’, not sir I don’t, but that’s just how it is.
I spent the day surrounded by books. Silly but it does give me a sense of peace. You pick up a book and the end is already written. No worrying about if you can change it. The story is there, the end too. Lord, I’m bordering on some deep thoughts and I just don’t want to go there. Maintain - that’s the only answer for me right now.
So I was wondering, did you get a Happy Meal for a boy or a girl? Not sure what’s in the boy meals right now but the girl’s meals have Madame Alexander dolls. I used to collect Madame Alexander dolls. Shit, I still have probably close to a hundred of them. I don’t even want to think about how much money went into that particular collection. Now they sit in cases and are never viewed. I can’t even remember why I liked them. I know I did but not anymore. The woman who loved those dolls is gone. They are just another reminder of the past and for the life of me I don’t know why but just thinking about that bothers me. Shit, the damn dolls bother me. Crap, bordering on those thoughts again. So I move on.
Earlier tonight Fred and I watched “Purple Rain.” I’d never seen it before. Holy crap, watching that movie brought back some weird memories of the 80’s. The look, the music, the feeling. So here’s an easy one for tomorrow. I think you should watch “Purple Rain.” Yep, there are several reasons and I’m not gonna say why. Maybe you’ll figure it out and maybe not.
Well, I’m gonna go watch some mindless show now. Nothing that makes me think. Just something that will pass the time. I don’t do that often and maybe I should. It will keep me from thinking about those damn ‘whys’.
I hope you’re well. I hope things in your life are good. I hope a lot of things for you, Mayo. You may wonder why. That is one ‘why’ I can answer without a second thought.
Night Mayo
Elena (you did get fries, right?)
Anon, yeah, L has chronic problems that won't go away. She just has good days, better days, or bad days. She has both fibromyalgia and chronic myofascial pain disease (FM/CMP). The diseases themselves won't improve, but they won't worsen either. She has what they call "flares", when she's in more pain than usual. But she's taking good meds that are working well for her. She tries to keep a good attitude as well, enjoying the good days and dealing with the bad.
Thanks for the concern, I'll certainly pass along your good wishes. :)
Hi there anon.
J, well I spent some time doing boxing, downloaded some tunes, chased after my rabbit for about 30 minutes, then laid down for a bit due to a headache. Nothing spatacular.
I'm sure I didn't spell that right. Oh well.
Goodnight Elena sweet dreams.
Goodnight Elena, I hope you can get some rest. I know what you mean about books. They're a constant, they're always there and they're always the same. Just the thought of being around mounds of unread books makes me feel cozy. :)
Talk to you tomorrow, I hope.
Ray the Brave
I'm pleased to read that J.
Please send her my best wishes :)
It would be nice to read her if she decided to visit.
Goodnight guys..
Sorry I thought I had the pic turned but hey it's pretty damn good anyway. Ergo said Ray's having a wonderful holiday.
Take care
Hahaha, it looks like Ray's gonna be eaten by a crocodile.
I will most certainly tell her in the morning. From whom shall I say the wishes came?
Goodnight again, Elena. *hugs and kisses* I love the Ray photos. Tell Ergo he has to climb some rocks at some point. :D
I think I'm gonna call it a night. Goodnight everyone. Goodnight TJ and J, sweet dreams guys.
Goodnight BC, have a good night. See you tomorrow! *hugs and kisses* And kiss the bun for me!
too
much
noise
not enough songs
sorry...i wandered off.
good night elena, good night bc.
sweet dreams.
bedtime for all good little girls...
and me. ;)
good night j.! it was wonderful talking winnie-the-pooh with you!
good night, ear anon. thank you for the smiles tonight. i actually needed them -- are you psychic?
good night anons and lurkers.
sweet dreams everyone.
Well, it's time to hit the hay. Goodnight TJ, Anon, and whoever else is out there.
See y'all tomorrow!
love, faith, hope, courtesy, civility
mayo,
i wandered outside. the night air has that lovely sweet scent that comes with autumn moisture. i drink that up.
and it was dark and quiet. crickets made a soft background to the owl, and that was all. i watched the waning crescent moon rise, like a boat in the sky.
like i always do outside under the stars, i start to think about what i'm going to say to you in my good night. yesterday i told you about something i had thought about, but today was a different sort of day altogether.
it was fun at first. lunch at ihop, an excursion to a big box bookstore, a green tea frappé...
but on the way back i just got full. i didn't want to hear anyone talking, anymore. back at the house, i made the excuse that i needed to crash (my folks are always teasing me about my late hours), and closed the door to the guest room. i hid. i needed to be free of observation and conversation. it was almost physical, this need.
so no interesting thoughts to share, because the rest of the day was spent half-in and half-out of a doze, half-in and half-out of a book.
when i got online, i read about miss t's friend, and her frightening and sad news, and then read the announcement of the memorial for my friend's mom this weekend. her mother's death was a ripple spreading through my lj friends' pages, as everyone reacted to the suddenness and the finality.
by the time i got back here for the night, i just felt low. i just needed comfort.
and i found it. friends, and silliness, and poetry, right here.
we shine despite ourselves.
good night, mayo. once again, and always: thank you.
Mayo,
The end of another day, and it finds me--yet again--at the computer, talking to invisible faces attached to solid names.
The "blues", the "blacks", and the "anons" all have one thing in common: they're all people. Living, breathing, laughing, crying, talking, listening, diverse, similar, on and on, but they're all human. Maybe we should all try to remember that. None of us are above reproach.
I really appreciated the anon who asked about L tonight. Just those few words, extended by "one of the nameless" people who's probably been here before, will make her feel appreciated, and missed.
Goodnight, Mayo. Have a wonderful day tomorrow. I hope it's sunny where you are. But even if it rains, that can be beautiful too.
Dear SS,
Back again, as promised.
Nothing profound or really deep in this one. Only a heartfelt 'thank you' for all the things--everything--that you do. You make me smile, truly, and for that I'll always be grateful.
Tonight, I think we should use these two phrases, definitely:
Pactum Serva. Its all about the love.
Goodnight, baby. I love you.
My heart to yours, always.
Good *insert time of day here* Mayo, SS, Ergo (who is vacationing and will probably be the death of Ray), J (and L via J), Elena, TJ, Sweetcheeks, Amy; the possibly soon to arrive FASC, Possum ,Miranth or Sdock; various anons, watchers and lurkers; all children’s story and fairy tale characters in the land o’blogbelieve!
How are you all this morning? Happy, well and whatever else (and where) you want to be!
Ergo: Thank you so much for the pictures!!!! You should entitle the series “Ray Goes Down (Under)”. Or, perhaps “Ray Does Australia”! I’m glad to see/hear you’re all having such a great vacation. Thank you for thinking of us!!!! *smooooooooches*
BC: Today might be the perfect day to pull that pony tail! What do you think? *nudge wink nudge*
J: Yes, you did see me!!! *waves red lace hankie and blows kisses* Be sure to share those kisses with L and Sparkle!
For your reading pleasure and pondering consideration today:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Story To Live By
Ann Wells
(Los Angeles Times)
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands
lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hmmm....Excuse me, I have some winter travel plans to start working on ~ TODAY! I'm not waiting until next year to take that trip.
I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi Pixie, Siobhan, Mya, PJ, SIM, BI, Star, GS , SilenceDoGood and IamAnonymous!
Ya live your life like it's a coma
So won't you tell me why we'd wanna
With all the reasons you give it's
It's kinda hard to believe
But who am I to tell you that I've
Seen any reason why you should stay
Maybe we'd be better off
Without you anyway
You got a one way ticket
On your last chance ride
Gotta one way ticket
To your suicide
Gotta one way ticket
And there's no way out alive
And all this crass communication
That has left you in the cold
Isn't much for consolation
When you feel so weak and old
But if home is where the heart is
Then there's stories to be told
No you don't need a doctor
No one else can heal your soul
Got your mind in submission
Got your life on the line
But nobody pulled the trigger
They just stepped aside
They'll be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They'll be callin' in the morning
They'll be hangin' on the phone
They'll be waiting for an answer
When you know nobody's home
And when the bells stopped ringing
It was nobody's fault but your own
There were always ample warnings
There were always subtle signs
And you would have seen it comin'
But we gave you too much time
And when you said
That no one's listening
Why'd your best friend drop a dime
Sometimes we get so tired of waiting
For a way to spend our time
And "It's so easy" to be social
"It's so easy" to be cool
Yeah it's easy to be hungry
When you ain't got shit to lose
And I wish that I could help you
With what you hope to find
But I'm still out here waiting
Watching reruns of my life
When you reach the point of breaking
Know it's gonna take some time
To heal the broken memories
That another man would need
Just to survive
Mayo,
Letting Axl speak only for myself this morning.
Enjoy Your Wednesday.
Love to YOU Always,
S
Hello. I'm back with some info for TJ (and anyone else) concerned about yesterday's tragedy in Kauhajoki.
You can light a candle to the victims who were killed in the Kauhajoki tragedy on 23rd September in Kauhajoki, Finland at:
Sytytä kynttilä Kauhajoen kouluammuskelun uhreille
The page is in finnish but the fields you need to fill in order to light the candle are the following:
Etunimesi --> Your firstname
Paikkakunta --> Your city
Special thanks and credit to
Metal From Finland myspace blog
Thanks, everyone.
How the hell is it that you people 'know' when SS is here when he doesn't change his profile or anything?
Are you psychic?
Exactly 7:47. I have been mistaken for SS a few times.
I have as well, 8:51.
SS should stop being a little bitch and post signed in.
good morning
♥♥
Mayo where you be at you muffin ass bastard.
I thought SS stopped being subtle.
♥good morning♥
(tickly)
:)
For Elena
Lets wake this place up in style
Love the sax part.
Wah-wah
Youve given me a wah-wah
And Im thinking of you
And all the things that we used to do
Wah-wah, wah-wah
Wah-wah
You made me such a big star
Being there at the right time
Cheaper than a dime
Wah-wah, youve given me your wah-wah, wah-wah
Oh, you dont see me crying
Oh, you dont hear me sighing
Wah-wah
I dont need no wah-wah
And I know how sweet life can be
If I keep myself free from the wah-wah
I dont need no wah-wah
Oh, you dont see me crying
Hey baby, you dont hear me sighing
Oh, no no-no no
Wah-wah
Now I dont need no wah-wahs
And I know how sweet life can be
If I keep myself free - of wah-wah
I dont need no wah-wah
Wah-wah (repeat and fade)
To the anon who posted the Tiger Lily excerpt of Peter Pan last night: thank you. :) The only thing I posted was Hook's question and yeah, it was to Mayo.
Here's another question to Mayo brought on by reading this article. Mayo, what do you believe happens after we die? Do you believe in continued consciousness after death? Why or why not?
Gotta take care of birdies and then get some worms. Later all!
Thank you so very much anon. I did listen to George yesterday while at work. It fit my mood. I think today will be another George day. Will it be one for you as well?
good morning.
in order to distract ourselves, my lj friends and i are passing around one of those letter memes, and today i got my letter: "l"
i have to come up with ten things that i love that start with the letter l! this has been difficult! i have fudged by using some phrases to describe things, but man.
the silly thing is that the things you think would be obvious didn't occur to me until later, like "libraries". when that one popped up in my head i had to *facepalm* at not thinking of it earlier.
i want to put something coffee related on my list, but all i can think of is lattes, but i don't really drink lattes.
*sigh*
life is sooooooo hard.
/completely irrelevant comment
I owe George much...everyday is a George....John, Paul and Ringo day!!
For 10:37 ANON
One of my favorites I wanted to share...
ANY ROAD
But I've been traveling on a boat and a plane
In a car on a bike with a bus and a train
Traveling there, traveling here
Everywhere in every gear
But oh Lord we pay the price
With the spin of the wheel with the roll of the dice
Ah yeah you pay your fare
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
And I've been traveling through the dirt and the grime
From the past to the future through the space and the time
Traveling deep beneath the waves
In watery grottoes and mountainous caves
But oh Lord we've got to fight
With the thoughts in the head with the dark and the light
No use to stop and stare
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
You may not know where you came from
May not know who you are
May not have even wondered
How you got this far
I've been traveling on a wing and a prayer
By the skin of my teeth, by the breadth of a hair
Traveling where the four winds blow
With the sun on my face, in the ice and the snow
But oooeeee it's a game
Sometimes you're cool, sometimes you're lame
Ah yeah it's somewhere
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
But oh Lord we pay the price
With the spin of the wheel with the roll of the dice
Ah yeah you pay your fare
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
I keep traveling around the bend
There was no beginning, there is no end
It wasn't born and never dies
There are no edges, there is no sides
Oh yeah you just don't win
It's so far out, the way out is in
Bow to God and call him Sir
But if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
If you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there
Here is the YouTube link
Sorry I can't get it to clicky..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5mPHNx9xyU&feature=related
Hey, Mayo!
Writer's block? Sucks, don't it? Hell yeah, it does.
Elena This would be one of my favs
and it couldn't be more true.
I too love those lyrics, anon.
George was a wise man, I wish he was still with us. However, his music lives on...and his message.
where you be at mayo?
If you've got an ass, I'll kick it!
Mayo you is one lazy motherfucker
Mayo doesn't like us anymore. :(
Spirit that haunts this dark lagoon to-night. Dost hear me?
I'd like to say a few words that I have shared with others tonight. With a few added parts.
Thanks to all the blue names and all the anons who gave their thoughts and condolences.
LAURA DIED.
There, I said it. makes it all real now I guess.
It is so sad, Laura was the one who battled bravely, always had a smile on her face, always believed she would beat it. Even thought it was hilarious when she had chemo and had to have a wig.
She talked me and mum through what mum had to face and always gave us strength. She was an amazing person. Mum is totally gutted too.
We have all done some crying and lots of cuddling.
We know that mum only had a few cells that hadn't spread anywhere and her doctor told her she would have a total cure. She didn't need chemo so we know mum was a total different case to Laura.
I went to the shops today and the first thing I saw when I walked through the door was the tickled pink range. that is a range of t-shirts and trackies sold to raise money for breast cancer. Made my head hurt, I had to get out of there.
My sis came home early from work today so I could cry on her shoulder.
We'll be OK, it's just that Laura was such a big part of our cancer story too and we wanted a happy outcome for everyone.
Sadly, not to be.
MissT, I'm so sorry for your loss, and her family's loss. That happened really quickly. Cancer is a huge bitch. I'm so sorry.
Sorry to hear the sad news, Miss T.
Thanks guys.
It is a lot to take in. Just being told yesterday the end was iminent when not even knowing she was ill. Then the next day it is over and she is gone.
Hard to get your head round it.
For Laura
Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has placed the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far now,
Who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has placed the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far now,
Who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
Not Mayo or SS, just someone who loves you, Miss Tottenham.
Thank you so very much anon.
You have made me cry again but in a nice way.
It's so nice to know that so many thoughts are going out to Laura and her family right now.
Thank you.
You are welcome, Miss Tottenham. I am very sorry for your loss. I know you will miss her terribly.
youshouldvknown
2008-09-18 12:33 am UTC (link)
zomg may be elitist, but I'm fairly positive that the majority of the members don't know this.
I was trying to let you all make up your own stories as to why the rumor would be true. Since I don't know Donna, I can't say that it's true or not. But from what I do know, she's got a valid reason to feel that way about Alicia. And the OP's usage of 'what she's done to him' is what connects the two together for me.
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youshouldvknown
2008-09-18 12:33 am UTC (link)
zomg may be elitist, but I'm fairly positive that the majority of the members don't know this.
I was trying to let you all make up your own stories as to why the rumor would be true. Since I don't know Donna, I can't say that it's true or not. But from what I do know, she's got a valid reason to feel that way about Alicia. And the OP's usage of 'what she's done to him' is what connects the two together for me.
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My sis heard an old woman say this on the bus. She told me today to try to cheer me up so I will share it with you.
One old lady to another;
"I don't know what all the fuss is about this gerbal warming. So what if they are hot, they have fur for chrissakes".
Hope that makes you all smile. You shouldn't all be sad cos of my news.
I will miss her more than I can say anon.
Thanks again sweetie.
For Miss T..I'm so sorry
Miss T, I am so very sorry. You and her family are in my thoughts.
It is good to see you here. Of course not with sad news. Take care sweetie.
Thank you so much anon.
It really is touching to think that people are going out of their way to find things relating to Laura.
What a lovely song. She would be laughing right now. She would think this was crazy.
Thank you so much beloved Imortal sweetie.
Yeah, couldn't think of anywhere better to be at this time of night than chatting with friends here.
Being around people that care does help. Talking about it can be cathartic as well. I have to go now. (not cooking tonight, ordered food to go!) Hugs Miss T.
Thanks again BI, you take care sweetie.
Anonymous said...
youshouldvknown
2008-09-18 12:33 am UTC (link)
zomg may be elitist, but I'm fairly positive that the majority of the members don't know this.
I was trying to let you all make up your own stories as to why the rumor would be true. Since I don't know Donna, I can't say that it's true or not. But from what I do know, she's got a valid reason to feel that way about Alicia. And the OP's usage of 'what she's done to him' is what connects the two together for me.
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September 24, 2008 5:49 PM
Sorry, but in this case the OP'S referrence was to the Original Poster, not the Punks. If you look back in the thread, where this is mentioned, you will see the mention of the phrase.
Please bear in mind that OP in internet speak is widely used for original poster, so don't jump to conclusions.
Goodnight everyone.
Thank you so much for your thoughts and condolences. It was nice to be able to come and share my thoughts about Laura here with friends.
Thanks again.
Hullo?
Hello Mayo, SS, MissT, RW, BI....everyone.
MissT: I'm so sorry for your loss. Laura sounds like a very special person ~ a wonderful friend and a true inspiration...
*huge hug*
RW and BI: I hope you are both well! Any new posters for the walls, RW? Do you have any chocolate whipped cream (for me), BI? I'll share my fresh strawberries with both of you!
J and L: I'm sending you ladies a special suit of armor. Guaranteed to deflect all those stones.
I hope everyone else is well too!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi, Wendy :)
No new posters up just yet, but I just ordered a Might Boosh one on eBay.
How's things?
I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.
Don't cast the first stone and you don't have to worry about armor.
The OPS, meaning the Punks, have cast a shitload of stones.
The OPS? No! Surely you jest.
*coughsarcasmcough*
They should have plenty of ammo, Anon. They've done a pretty good job tearing apart Mayo's castle brick by brick.
Quick, duck!
Always with the finger pointing. This person did that to me. That person hacked us. That person made up a lie. This person framed us. We never wrote that post. They always have one finger pointed at someone. They don't realize the other four pointing back at them.
For the slow babies in da house.
Sorry, but in this case the OP'S referrence was to the Original Poster, not the Punks. If you look back in the thread, where this is mentioned, you will see the mention of the phrase.
September 24, 2008 6:56 PM
Please bear in mind that OP in internet speak is widely used for original poster, so don't jump to conclusions.
September 24, 2008 7:00 PM
Mayo is not coming back because the OP's gave away his identity.
8:56
we know. no one is talking about that.
Hey to anyone here.
You are all a bunch of idiots.
If mayo is Gerard Way than Bleeding Chaos was the first to give his identity away.
The only finger point I see are a bunch of asshole who can't read.
Please bear in mind that OP in Internet speak is widely used for original poster, so don't jump to conclusions.
September 24, 2008 7:00 PM
Sorry, but in this case the OP'S reference was to the Original Poster, not the Punks. If you look back in the thread, where this is mentioned, you will see the mention of the phrase.
September 24, 2008 6:56 PM
Anonymous said...
8:56
we know. no one is talking about that.
September 24, 2008 8:59 PM
Why do you bring up the OPs than?
Let the horse die. You are not the people the Ops were talking to or about. So get over it.
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