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Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Art by: Toujours
No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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yay! thank you mayo! it's so good to see you! :)
i just got back from dinner and just now got online. cool, huh?
how are you?
and hello bc. :)
Hey Mayo
Nice to see you and your... rocks?
hello Mayo!!
So nice to see you
I like the photo, the contrasts are really lovely
Hey BC and TJ
Nice to see you both
hi guys. :)
ergo, your birthday wishes really did make my stepdad happy. i made him read the text himself, and you could tell he was touched. :)
Cool rocks, dude. I used to be something else too. Lots of heat and pressure will do that to you. I suppose it's like the old cliche, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Did that happen to you too, Mayo?
Metamorphic, changed from one form to another
that's really the story of everyone's life isn't it. Change will always come
hi BC hi TJ
thanks for letting us know too BC
TJ I am so glad he liked it :D , did he have a nice dinner?
yeah, it was a neat old place, it had a very downhome atmosphere, had been there dince the mid-40;s and has even been in films (like "the coal miner's daughter"). the people were very friendly, my stepdad was chatting up a storm with everyone.
Okay have to say it....
MAYO ROCKS
typos. :/
:)
Hi
oh sounds lovely
oh dear elena, but it had to be said!
I just keep thinking, mayo got his rocks off
Get your rocks off, honey
Shake it now now
Get'em off downtown
i was thinking about you tonight, mayo. the rib place we went to had mayo slaw on the menu.
the thing is, i was chortling to myself, and my whole family knew why. i have infected them with blog jokes. *heh*
i'm really happy to see a new post from you. :)
ooops
missed a line
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, honey
Shake it now now
Get'em off downtown
that is now stuck in my head!!
LOL Ergo
I was so NOT going to say that.
Hi anon
hi anon. :)
for some reason, those lyrics have put "route 66" in my head instead...
Nice Pebbles!
Hey one of the rocks looks like an alien. You know, one of the Greys. At least it does when you make the pic bigger.
elena said...
MAYO ROCKS
Yes he does. :)
Anon great minds think alike.
ok, i'm caught up on the last post.
which one looks like a grey?
wait. maybe you shouldn't tell me. i don't think i want to know. alien stuff gives me the heebie-jeebies in a baaaad way.
I like all the shadows
TJ down at the bottom. It looks like a grey's face.
Oh no, what if this means Mayo has been on a chain gang breaking up rocks? Making big ones into little ones.
noooo!
i looked.
if i have nightmares tonight, elena, i'm gonna text you until dawn.
That's okay TJ I don't mind.
I won't let the scary aliens get you.
They look more like potatoes to me.
Hey kids.
oh! it does too elena
the long one on edge to the right looks like a face with it's eye closed
hello J
how are you?
hey J
Metamorphic rock is the result of the transformation of an existing rock type
Interesting!
Eh, I'm fair. How are you guys doing?
Mayo
How is it you can make a bunch of people think so hard about a bunch of rocks?
Okay for me I think it's cause I have rocks in my head.
hi j.!
i like the fact that they are rocks. that's all i'm gonna see them as.
I won't let the scary aliens get you.
elena, you don't know how close that is to what really scares me. the first year i lived in seattle, i had a run of nightmares where aliens abducted me. they were extremely vivid dreams, some of the most realistic i've ever had. it was always just a shadow figure in our apartment, coming in through a door that shouldn't be open, and it could see me. i was exposed, the safety and security of our new apartment was gone, and i knew it was comig to get me and there was nothing i could do to stop it.
i had that dream every night for months, and when i got a job and had to leave in the dark every morning (it was an opening shift at the mcdonald's down the hill from us), i only walked the route once. i couldn't do it again, and my ex had to drive me down.
ugh.
no aliens please!
but the stuff like "roswell" and so forth doesn't bother me, just the really realistic stuff. for seeing "the fourth kind" for me.
Just fair J? How's L?
I'm okay thanks
i meant to say "no seeing 'the fourth kind' for me".
TJ I am guessing you never read Whitley Strieber's "Communion"?
I will always read the title as metaphoric. Thank you.
I'm good thanks J, it's actually raining here, which is nice, it's a pretty cool day
they are scary dreams TJ
10:49, knowing Mayo I'd say it's a metamorphic metaphor
L's good, she's eating an apple and watching some sort of show on Food Network--Chef Vs. City or something like that.
gods, no, elena. my ex did...he was very much into the alien stuff. he kept it away from me as much as possible, and i kept ghost stuff away from him (his particular heebie-jeebie maker).
they were, ergo. i mean, look how many yaers later it is, and i can still recall them perfectly, and that feeling of utter vulnerability.
*shudder*
hubby has alien dreams sometimes, they wake him up and he hates them
Good thing you didn't read it TJ
If you had you'd be sure you really had been visited by the Greys.
i read once that alien abduction stuff is our modern equivilant to medieval changeling stories and fairy disappearances. it's almost like we need a scary unknown.
i heard a lot about it, elena. there was some controversy that he was passing fiction off as fact.
you know what got me later on? that one episode from st:tng where troi was helping riker and crew uncover suppressed memories of being abducted. that whole scene on the holodeck freaked. me. out.
Too bad the world really is scary enough already.
"it's almost like we need a scary unknown."
...I could elaborate on this, but I'd probably only get in trouble. O_o
No need to elaborate J. Understood.
Time to get Mr Elena up and off to work. Be back later.
Take care everyone.
I like how you put that, scary unknown TJ
see you then elena
see ya elena. good to talk with you. :)
j., it's probably easier to be afraid of something going bump in the dark than it is to stay aware of the things actually happening in the world.
thanks, ergo. :)
hey, i meant to text you from the rib place: i had baked catfish and breaded squash. the squash was good, but when the waitress brought me my plate i realized i didn't have a single green thing on it. lol
Later, Elena.
TJ, it seems to be much less stressful that way.
"L's good, she's eating an apple and watching some sort of show on Food Network--Chef Vs. City or something like that."
Real women DO have curves and enjoy food.
Apples are good. Also good with cheese.
probably, j.
anyway, it's good to see you! :)
how's that cutie rain? his last twitter was really adorable. i told my folks and they were: "aawww!"
green food is totally overrated TJ , breaded, fried, pastry wrapped...now they are the good stuff, lol
did you see my sushi pic from last night?
Hey guys.
I have to say, in the picture that rock in the middle kinda resembles Thor's Hammer.
Real women DO have curves and enjoy food.
I would think real women do enjoy food too. Otherwise they would be real dead women.
Real women have brainwaves and heartbeats. Those are necessary. Curves are not. Some women have them. Some don't. Those with curves or no more or less real than those without curves.
Real women come in all shapes and sizes.
i did, ergo -- i looked in on the blog this morning from my computer at the shop. i drooled. they were soooo pretty. :)
They look like beach rocks to me, like something you'd see on a hot summer's day, with sand peeking out behind it, and the remains of hermit crabs cracked across the tops.
Sometimes, I miss the maritimes.
Goooooood eeevening.
I saw your sushi too Ergo, and it put me off cooking. I swear we'll make it to your house for dinner some night. :P
But in the middle of all that fried stuff, Ergo, a nice salad can be just what you want. Of course it should be a chef's salad, but there's still lettuce in there. ;)
TJ, Rain is doing alright. He has a little lesion on his left leg, just a recurrence of this skin condition he's had for about 8 years. Dumplin's going Thursday for his annual, so maybe I'll take Rain to get a steroid shot; that's what cures the lesions when they occur.
Hey BC, how are you?
The women here are all real regardless of their size. Why is that being brought up again?
another boring post to add to a boring blog...
Hey Amy, how you doing?
Hey J! Decent enough, considering the circumstances. How about you and L?
Teej? Ergo? Anyone else, or is it just us bumpin around here?
hi amyranth!
j., oh, poor kitty! i'm glad you know how to get him all fixed up (oh, maybe that was a poor choice of words?)
The women here are all real regardless of their size. Why is that being brought up again?
Agree!!!
hi Amy!
we have an 8 place setting dinner set so there is room for you!
and TJ who I'm sure will tag along
lol
and we can get extra plates for anyone else
J good point, I actually do prefer salad to cooked vegetables, it's easier to make
Amy, just read what you wrote and you've got your answer. :/
TJ, that's not a 'sensitive' subject anymore around here...nobody has their parts, and Dumplin has fewer than the other guys! Poor baby.
J I have meant to say so many times, and keep forgetting, so it's a bit late now, sorry, but thank you and L for the Halloween card you sent
I hate it when Mister asks for salad with supper. Mostly because I feel inept when it comes to cutting up the lettuce.
Mister's mom is like a salad gourmand too, she makes salad and the lettuce is all perfectly sized, and her cucumbers are so sweet, and she can get away with putting things in it like strawberry and sunflower kernels and nobody complains.
I made Roasted Chicken with Cubed Potatoes, Cherry Tomatoes and Mushrooms once, and my Dad complained because he's a "Meat and Potatoes guy, none of this frou-frou stuff, eh?"
*shakes her head*
and TJ who I'm sure will tag along
lol
who, me?
*grins unrepentantly*
Teej won't be tagging along, we're going to pick her up now.
Hard to stowaway when you've got a plane ticket. XD
Oh, you're welcome, Ergo, glad you liked it. :) That's kind of what Dumplin looks like, that cat on the front.
Amy, we buy Dole Salad In a Bag (which is not its real name, but that's what we call it). But one of our grocery stores has a great salad bar, and we go there about once or twice a month. That way you can make your own.
well poo on him Amy, that sounds delicious!
my salads don't often contain lettuce, I like baby spinach, (I'd use arugula but hubby hates it) or I make it with red onion, cucumber, cherry tomatoes and then whatever herb leaves I get out of the garden, oregano, basil, mint, parsley
and I just dress it with salt, pepper, olive oil and red wine vinegar
maybe chuck in olives, or shaved parmesan
aaww, way to scuttle my adventure, amyranth. :(
i was practicing ninja skills, too. i was going to be ready to hide anywhere.
Hey there J, how's it going by you? I'm doing pretty good, finally got some good news so I'm happy.
Hallo Amy, anons
ooh can you share the good news? but even if you can't it's great that you got good news!
TJ I won't set you a place and we can wonder out loud where the sushi seems to be going and whether we can feel anything lurking under the table and behind the verandah posts (we shall eat outside of course)
wouldn't want your ninja skillz to go to waste
Oooh, good news BC? Share!
Teej, I'm sure you're dying to practice your luggage ninja learnings, but shouldn't you do that on a shorter flight? 26 hours to Australia is a LOOOOOONG time to be in one position.
I like curves a lot better than bones. I hate bony women.
how thoughtful of you ergo! you're too knd. :)
amyranth, part of my training includs top secret yogic muscle techniques.
*shhhh*
i mustn't say more.
bc, good news? :)
C'mon, BC, spill. And I still want to see a pic of the new hair.
I'm sort of bleh tonight, but not too bad. Thanks for asking, honey.
J, I'll send you the hair picture ASAP!
Is it kinda lame that one gets excited when she gets a job interview?
nope, not lame at all BC! I hope it goes well
and BC can I haz pic too?
That's very cool, BC, what position is the interview for?
Frank likes curvy women too, anon.
not lame at all, bc! best of luck to you, too!
I know my last interview wasn't too long ago, but with the economic troubles, I get all nerd-like and excited about it, but anyways thanks for the good wishes guys.
J, you got an email on your way. Position is for cashier, I believe. Or sales associate, I don't remember lol.
Ergo, no problem I'll go send the pic right away :)
Thanks tj. Ergo, email is on the way
Either way, sounds like 'employee discount' to me, BC! Good luck to you, let us know what they say. And thanks for the email.
nice BC, that style suits you
aaww, i want to see, too. can you send it to me, too, bc? pretty please? :)
Email received and returned, BC.
No problem J, and thanks. You too ergo.
Tj, lol I'll send it right away
tj, email has been sent ^_^
that's a really nice style, bc! (and i like your glasses, too *grin*) thanks for sending it. :)
we just had a lovely big shower of rain
:]
Thanks tj, and you're welcome :)
Congrats on the interview BC, I hope everything works well for you. I know I'm trying to find a part-time job just for over the holidays, and you'd swear I was asking to be paid in diamonds or something.
(Sorry for taking off, I had to go harvest in Farmville.)
Thanks Amy, and for the reasons you just said, that's the reason why I'm excited about the damn thing.
It feels like you have to bust your ass just to get one measly interview. I'm persistent though, it only fuels my determination.
*catches sight of the time*
urk.
gotta go! work tomorrow, fooey.
see you guys later, and good night! :)
goodnight TJ sweet dreams
Goodnight Teej! Have a good day tomorrow.
BC, tell me about it. I've been stuck at the same job now for a year because the market has been so shitty. It'll be nice to have part-time income someday so I've got extra money for bills and such.
Ladies, it's bedtime for me. Nice to see you all. Goodnight to each of you, hope to talk with you again soon.
Mayo, I like your rocks. Now I've thought of Pop Rocks; remember those? Of course you do. Eat those, drink a Coke, and blow up your brain. Ah, the '80s. Anyway, I'm sure there's a deeper meaning behind your photograph, but right now is not the time for me to get into that. Too tired. IOU one (1) philosophical discussion about your rocks.
Aaaaaand, doesn't that sound lovely.
Goodnight, Mayo. Sleep well.
xo jen
Dear SS,
How sad, the highlight of my day is learning how to italicize and bold. Better late than never, I suppose. Oh, and I found a cool comic book, an "Ultimate Origins" (I think that's the name) of Wolverine. For $1. Dude, the dollar boxes at the comic store rock. They also have quarter boxes with hundreds of comic books in them. Nerd Heaven.
I even saw a large hardback issue of "Metal Men"--not in the dollar boxes--which would be so awesome to have, but. It's $50. Holy fuck, no way. Maybe next year.
So anyhoo, I think I'm gonna write a new blogpost myself, and head to bed. Hope you had a good day and are doing well.
Goodnight, Precious. I love you.
My heart to yours, always.
xo jen
Goodnight J.
I'm going to take off too. Mister's in a cuddle position on the couch, methinks.
Either that, or he has gas. Hard to tell with men sometimes. :/
Have a good night everyone.
pop rocks are great! we called them moon rocks
goodnight J, sweet dreams
at least the world economy is starting to pick back up, slowly but at least it's better than down
take care Amy, I hope it's cuddle, otherwise approach with caution, make sure you have an exit strategy to fresh air
sweet dreams
Good luck on the job search Amy. Goodnight to you. Goodnight J and tj, sweet dreams.
Mayo
It was really, really, really (3 reallys is my limit) good to see a new post from you. I like the pic very much. Not as much as the Combustible Cock pic (pauses to giggle cause I just can’t say that without a giggle) but still very nice. And I’m still seeing the alien. Oh and a prehistoric fish. Oh man, that reminds me of an old cartoon I saw once. There was this evil prehistoric fish that kept eating everyone. Now I’m trying to remember the whole cartoon but I can’t, damn it. But I remember the sound he made. LOL See Mayo, a simple pic of a pile of rocks can evoke so many thoughts. You tricky man.
Well glad I don’t have to be worried about you still being a member of the land of the living. Thanks again and try to stop in and chat a moment sometime. That would be super nice. (Did I seriously just say super nice?) WTF?
Take care
Night Mayo
Elena (you DO rock)
P.S. Glass houses
sweet dreams elena
BC I'm off to do my usual late afternoon stuff, dinner ready etc
see you tomorrow
Things have been rocky.....but change is coming
mayo,
the first thing i thought when i saw your new post tonight was "transformation".
(well, actually, the first thing i thought was mayyoooo!! :D...)
and then i thought: "oh, that's what sort of rock they are...mayo's become a geologist?"
but i kept coming back to the idea of transformation, because, well, that's been my pet word for quite awhile now. the idea of it keeps drawing me forward, and the lack of it is what distresses me so.
the first anon comment got me to thinking a little deeper (thank you, anon!), made me start to consider that maybe i'm a rock too, that maybe this slough i'm in is still part of my transformation, maybe this pit i feel trapped in is just transformation i'm unable to see.
i hope so.
but i tell you, it's not the fun kind. it's not exciting like packing up all my belongings and hitting the road, it isn't anything daring like stepping off the cliff into the unknown. if there's a leap of faith here at all, it's in hanging on.
today was an okay day. i was able to mostly avoid the grey thoughts, and of course, it's ended very well. *grin*
and maybe that's what i need to remember. illegitimi non carborundum, right? transformation rather than dust and dissolution. except "the bastards" in this instance are sometimes just my own thoughts, and sometimes my inclination toward despondency. i don't have to let them win.
so that's where your picture post led me. i wish i could say these realizations have given me the courage to never again give in to the grey thoughts, but that's too simplistic. i have been carrying my poison with me for far too long.
but the picture does remind me that not all transformations are magic lassos and flashes of light, that sometimes they are quiet and slow and geologic.
so, thank you for that reminder, mayo. and thank you, too, for being here still (i apologize for doubting it).
take care, my friend, and good night.
Goodnight elena. Ok, see you tomorrow ergo. Take care.
Hey MJ.
hey bc and goodnight
Linda Bierds
Flight
Osseous, aqueous, cardiac, hepatic—
back from bone the echoes stroke, back
from the halved heart, the lungs
three years of weightlessness have cinched to gills.
From a leather chaise, the astronaut's withered legs
dangle, as back they come, sounds
a beaked percussion hammer startles into shape.
The physician cocks his head and taps—exactly
as a splitter halves his slate, the metamorphic rock
chisel-shocked, then shocked again, halved
and halved, until a roof appears, black as space.
I'm gaining ground, he says, the astronaut,
who knows, from space, earth is just a blue-green glow,
a pilot light he circled once, lifted, swiftly flown
above the rafters and atmospheres, half himself
and half again some metamorphic click,
extinct as memory. I'm gaining ground,
he says, and back it comes, his glint
of cloud-crossed world: a pilot light
or swaddled leaf, green in the season's infancy
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Meta/phor
I've heard the word
Metamorphosis
bandied about when McBrides talk;
butterflies, cocoons, and the like.
Having spent some time with rocks
I'd say metamorphism, not metamorphosis
is the better story.
To make a metamorphic rock
(well, there are a few paths, but here is one),
take a rock (a shale perhaps, a mudstone)
and leave it where continents collide.
Bury it. Heat it. Fold. Flatten.
Apply pressure and stresses
(compressional, tensional, deviatoric).
And the rock changes.
It has to.
Too much stress too fast, it'll break
(cataclasis).
Too much heat--it melts.
But when conditions are ripe, just short of destruction,
The mud becomes mica; garnets emerge, blue-bladed kyanite:
The shale becomes schist.
No silken cocooning, no quiet emergence,
no mere cosmetic change, no, but a shift down to its very chemistry.
Atom by atom, the rock responds, its history rewritten
in its crystal lattice.
And after a few tens of millions of years
(an eon, an epoch)
our rock reemerges,
with the geological equivalent of a little wisdom and a few gray hairs.
(And these are the rocks dozing under the campus;
these are the walls of Taylor and Thomas,
the slow giant hearts of the Appalachians.)
And when you hold it in your hand,
and if you know how to read a rock,
then what you'll see is this: What it was. Where it's been. What fires it's seen.
So what I have to say is this:
if you're looking for a metaphor, and the topic is McBrides,
forget butterflies.
Think rocks.
Andrea Friedman, 01
April, 2002
*gives 5:16 their teddy bear & and covers them with a blankie*
I can't sleep
Dolores: Germany's Hairless Spectacled Bear
hey MJ
poor bear!!
Hope you get some sleep, I'm about to hop into bed myself
Mayo
Three women: one engaged, one married, and one a mistress, were chatting about their relationships and decided to amaze their men.... that night. All three will wear a leather bodice S&M style, stilettos and mask over their eyes . After a few days they meet again.....
The engaged girlfriend said: 'The other night, when my boyfriend came back home, he found me in the leather bodice, 4' stilettos and mask. He said, 'You are the woman of my life, I love you, then we made love all night long.'
The mistress stated: 'Oh Yes! The other night we met in the office. I was wearing the leather bodice, mega stilettos, mask over my eyes and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat, he didn' say a word. We just had wild sex all night.'
The married one then said: 'The other night I sent the kids to stay at my mothers for the night, I got myself ready, leather bodice, super stilettos and mask over my eyes. My husband came in from work, grabbed the TV controller and a beer, and said, 'Hey Batman, what's for dinner ?'
much love EP xx
SS
A man walks into a bank, gets in line, and when it's his turn he pulls out a gun and robs the bank!
Just to make sure he leaves no witnesses, he turns around and asks the next customer in line, "Did you see me rob this bank?"
The customer replies "Yes, I did!"
The bank robber raises his gun, points it to his head and BANG!!!!!... kills him.
He quickly moves to the next customer in line and says loudly to this man, "DID YOU SEE ME ROB THIS BANK?"
The man calmly responds..."No, I didn't, but my wife did!"
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve, see you in my morning
♥xx♥
good to see you Mayo, take care mate
:)
Gone are the days of cryptic, intriguing and thought provoking blog posts. I actually believed Mayo was bearing his soul back then. Now, not so much. I think he's bored of this place and probably only posting out of a sense of obligation. He may as well have posted a blog entitled 'Here you go, a new post, now shut the fuck up and leave me alone!' You people would still lap it up. Sad, really.
Not everyone here is as dumb as a box of rocks, Mayo.
:)
But with you kid
boy I got a reason to go on
& I'm going to stay alive
& I will watch you make good
& I'm never leaving you
FTW!
2:51 rocks. ^______^
or 2:51 is a thought provoking, soul baring exploding cock. ^___^
I really wish I had said something here about it instead off saying it in an email. How predictiable you anons are. You can't link the to being something bad about the people here so you try to make it that the post is mayo just throwing the people here a stone.
You need to grow up anon and stop being so bitter. This isn't the first time mayo used a photo as a blog post. Just because you don't want to share in the fun doesn't make the post any less important then any other post.
Please stop this you are embrassing yourself.
Ever hear of spell and grammar check MJ?
You need to grow up anon and stop being so bitter. This isn't the first time mayo used a photo as a blog post. Just because you don't want to share in the fun doesn't make the post any less important then any other post.
Please stop this you are embrassing yourself.
Oh believe me, I'm not the one 'embrassing' myself. I guess I'll leave you to enjoy the 'fun' of staring at a picture of rocks.
Anon have you ever thought about taking that stick you have up your ass out?
Ever hear of not being so critical anon? Not everybody can be as perfect as you.
Are you going stare at Mayo's exploding cock again 4:09?
Anon staring at a photo of rocks is by far more fun then having your bitter ass here. Hell watching paint dry is way more fun as well.
You can't link the to being something bad about the people here so you try to make it that the post is mayo just throwing the people here a stone.
Um, what?
Talk about "embrassing."
Mayo thanks for the "quicky". I hope you got your "rocks" off. Didn't anyone tell you you should let the women get hers first?
You can make fun of my spelling and grammar, it doesn't change the fact that you are upset that mayo made a post. You were so sure that he had gone he hasn't.
He has also shown that he isn't just going to post something to get people to shut up. You can't force him to do what you want him to do. You also can't spin this into something negative.
4:13,
Why don't you write a thesis on metamorphic rocks for us. That way you can show us all how perfect and smart you are.
Go. Get started. Do it right now and don't come back until it's perfect. Perfect enough to publish.
Go. Get started. Do it right now and don't come back until it's perfect. Perfect enough to publish.
No. :D
Thank you other anon. I have to get back to my project.
Ms. perfect you can now go back to bitching about blog with out anyone calling you on your bullshit. Because we all know how much you hate it when people disagree or stand up to you.
good morning!
It's rainy again -yay! My garden is loving it
:]
Gone are the days of cryptic, intriguing and thought provoking blog posts. I actually believed Mayo was bearing his soul back then. Now, not so much. I think he's bored of this place and probably only posting out of a sense of obligation. He may as well have posted a blog entitled 'Here you go, a new post, now shut the fuck up and leave me alone!' You people would still lap it up. Sad, really.
Not everyone here is as dumb as a box of rocks, Mayo.
I agree 2.51. But don't you see? Mayo is still pretending to be Gerard. He is telling The Lovelies that he has changed. He is a father now and very happy. The recent pics of The Ways depict that perfectly. He is saying all is well, and they must not worry about him anymore.
That's Gerard Way btw, don't get him confused with Mayo.
And so the game continues.
oh good morning MJ, hope you're well
What amazes me is how everyone here DOES lap it up. I admit it was fun and cryptic in the beginning, with word plays and mysteries. (Gerard Way is not smart enough to write like that).
But even if the cryptic posts were still going on, no one here is bright enough to dig and MAKE it interesting.
Gone are the days. Oh well. All good things must end.
Ms. perfect you can now go back to bitching about blog with out anyone calling you on your bullshit. Because we all know how much you hate it when people disagree or stand up to you.
But even if the cryptic posts were still going on, no one here is bright enough to dig and MAKE it interesting.
lol at the idea you are the only intelligent person here.
just nearly pissed myself laughing.
narcissistic much, .......?
Annoying Parrot Anon can go back to kissing up to the regulars by quoting their stupidity.
lol
when did martha become the mayo's defender?
I never said I was the only intelligent person here, far from it. There were quite a few people who had the spark. And showed it.
blah, blah, blah
same old, same old
obviously lost that spark, didn't ya?
You can make fun of my spelling and grammar, it doesn't change the fact that you are upset that mayo made a post. You were so sure that he had gone he hasn't.
No MJ, I'm not upset he made a post, I just get annoyed that he is still playing the game. I don't think he will ever go, because he relies on the stroking of his ego, every now and again. But in the meantime he ignores you all, and even when he posts supposedly as Gerard Way (again), he still doesn't stay to chat because either, it makes him feel uncomfortable, or it is because he doesn't really give that much of a shit. Or perhaps a mix of the both?
I think he can't be bothered talking.
*yawn*
wow Sesame Street is 40!
Maybe he should have made a post about Sesame Street.
and people are walking out of Britney Spears concerts here, and wanting their money back because she is lip syncing the whole show.
Who could possible be "stroking his ego" here? Apart from Elena who seems to be always wagging her finger at him.
Aww man this is weak!!
Who could possible be "stroking his ego" here? Apart from Elena who seems to be always wagging her finger at him.
You are kidding right? They love him. You only worry about people you love. Otherwise they really wouldn't give a shit whether he posts or not.
How sweet. They love him. Guess he's returning their love back.
its good to love
He should have named this blog it's all about the love, man
And the llamas...
most people, including those who are not here as often, really like(d) mayo.
i cannot see how that can be used against the regs here.
very odd!
ROCK(s) And Roll All Night!!!!
~~~"You show us everything you got
and baby baby that's quite a lot
You drive us wild
We'll drive you craaazy!"~~~
Hello Mayo, SS, Martha, Ergo, Sweetcheeks, J and L, Elena, TJ, MissT, everyone!!!!
How are you all, today? Well and good, I hope!
Mayo: Thanks for the rock(s)! It's a very pretty picture!
Okay, here is a little of that song I was singing up there^. Well, first there is FUSE TV's introduction of KISS then (at appoximately 1:03 in the video) we get to KISS' finale!!!! They made it snow in NOLA!!!!!! They truly are 'bloody' magical! That "snow" came down for a good 6 minutes!
~~~Look at all these smiling faces!!! Look at all these happy, happy people!!!!~~~
And boy, we sure are noisey, ain't we?!
:P
Well, I really don't think you're supposed to be "still and quiet" at a rock show!
Sweetcheeks: I love your new cut and color!!!! You wear that style very well!
Martha: I second Ergo's "poor bear"! I hope they find out what's causing all the female bears at that zoo to lose their hair. Winter's coming and the poor things are going to be very cold without their (natural) fur coats!
I haven't started working on my Voodoo blog yet; but, here are a few of my favorite photos. A photo(bucket) teaser, if you will!
I shall be back, in a bit, with those.
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ!!!
Hello Martha, Ergo, and Anons. Can't stay right now (mom is in the kitchen and I'm not sure what she's doing) but I'll be back later.
Oh and for that special anon...
I love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks, slow-moving trains, and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams, sunday school in may,
And hay
And i love Mayo too
I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends, birds in the world, and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass, and grass and i love Mayo too
I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child, tomatoes on the vine, and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try, music when it's good, and life
And i love Mayo too
I love fuzzy socks, pictures of rocks, painting of combustible cocks and the comment box, and I love Mayo too.
(sorry Tom T Hall)
Take care everyone
Wendy you popped in while I was posting. Hello, talk to ya later.
Hey, everyone, can't stay, watching movies in tonight and just wanted to say "Hi!"
Elena, Wendy, Ergo, TJ, Amy, B.C., Martha, Miss T., anyone else I missed,
Good Night and Sweet Dreams!
Love,
L.
S.S.,
Same dude, hope you have a great night and sweet dreams.
Oh, and here's something just for fun:
Quidditch Yeah, But Football?!
Love ya,
L.
Hello to Elena and to Amy (who I somehow 'left out' up there. Sorry, Amy!)
Okay, here we go...
Here's that little teaser I mentioned!
~~~KISS 1~~~
~~~KISS 2 ~ Gene, Paul and Tommy!~~~
~~~Paul Stanley~~~
~~~Gene and Paul!~~~
And, yes, they were:
~~~HOTTER THAN HELL!!! Live at Voodoo, of course!
Video by me!
:P
Elena: I just wanted to tell you, again, what a wonderfully talented daughter you have!!! And, mom and dad were looking pretty sharp the night of the opera!
5:44 ~ its good to love
QFT!!!!!
;)
I think that is all for now. I hope you all enjoy remains of your day/night (as applicable)!
Hugs and Love (again),
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
PS for Ergo: Did we name that piggie yet?
*runs back in to give L a big hug*
*BIG HUG*
Now, I'm off!
*blows kisses to blog believe*
hi elena, hi L
hi wendy
no piggy name, but don't worry, he didn't make it, was injured worse than we thought, put him down.
Hey everyone.
Ergo, that's a shame, poor guy.
Aaaawww~
Smooching Alpacas out of fucking nowhere!
Hi Amy!
HI :)
What's with all the llamas?
must be international day of the llama
Hey Ergo! How's your day going so far?
I'm not a llama. Geez. I am alpaca.
I have a permanent smile except when people keep calling me a damn llama.
Alpaca (Vicugna pacos) is a domesticated species of South American camelid. It resembles a small llama in superficial appearance. Alpacas and llamas differ in that alpacas have straight ears and llamas have banana-shaped ears. Aside from these differences, llamas are on average 30 to 60 centimeters (1 to 2 ft) taller and proportionally bigger than alpacas
:}
We could adjust the Llama Song to reflect the fact that you're not a Llama, but an Alpaca, but you'd have to be okay with being referred to as a 'Paca.
Which you're probably not, so I won't worry about it, I guess.
well, soorry ms llama, i mean alpaca ^_^
llamas are cuter
and they have harems
A harem of llamas? Is that just a description of a group, or is it actually one male and several females? O_O
And I can't understand why anyone would want a harem. That's just more women to plan your demise when you piss them off. >)
Agreed Amy.
Besides, who needs a harem when you have 1 who satisfies all your needs.
sorry Amy I was outside finishing the book elena sent me called A Small Dark Place - very good
other than that it's rainy and I've made choc-chip cookies
Yummm... I'm going to have to make more cookies soon, we're running out again.
There's a box of cake mix at the back of the cupboard that's calling me too.
Who's the author Ergo?
Anon, it would be so nice if everyone could find one person and be happy. I've often wished that people would only fall in love once, it would be mutual and that would be it. You'd know.
But, if THAT were the case, I'd be stuck with my ex. :S
FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU!
^_________^
Amy, Martin Schenk is the author
Niice!
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