I like watching people try to scratch their backs. I am going to make an album. It will be called 'Scratch and Stiff'. Watch out, next time you see me I'll have my camera and will be asking you to scratch your back and say cheese. Apart from the expression just before you sneeze, I don't think there is a funnier look.
Send me some...
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jamie_manic:
llewella:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Thank you Jamie. Truly classic. xxx
There's a Dream that I see, I pray it can be
Look cross the land, shake this land
A wish or a command
A Dream that I see, don't kill it, it's free
You're just a man, you get what you can
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words...
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Look cross the land, shake this land
A wish or a command
A Dream that I see, don't kill it, it's free
You're just a man, you get what you can
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words...
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justplaindoomed:
Southbank before some private event there. Good sand for sculpture, I reckon.
llewella:
Crazy?! Do you know how strange that is, being over the total other side of the world, and knowing someone who is over that side of the world who has seen a friend? So fucking weird. The world is truly so small in the frame of mind.
Ello all!
Been offline; my laptop decided to bungy jump off the couch and thus the dongle went dong and bong went my connection. Then my crafty side realized today after fiddle fondling that if I postion it in a very fuddley way it feebly feeds! So back online, with a dongle strapped to the side of my pc with loads of sticky tape, pointing...
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Been offline; my laptop decided to bungy jump off the couch and thus the dongle went dong and bong went my connection. Then my crafty side realized today after fiddle fondling that if I postion it in a very fuddley way it feebly feeds! So back online, with a dongle strapped to the side of my pc with loads of sticky tape, pointing...
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iluvenis:
thanks dear for yours nice words, i love your smile
llewella:
Thanks all! Your input is priceless as you are. Lubadub xxxxxx
Been a while! The virtual world has been asking for my elaboration of summertime funtimes. The elaboration is - I've been out in it as much as possible! Ha.
Day draws drowsy and blinks open to a dark eye. The pupil is the moon, gleaming and facetted with slivers of silver splotches. Night. A summer night at that, slender from the wear of day's hot...
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Day draws drowsy and blinks open to a dark eye. The pupil is the moon, gleaming and facetted with slivers of silver splotches. Night. A summer night at that, slender from the wear of day's hot...
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llewella:
Love that Mr Monk!
Or 'She believes we are fallen creatures who once new how to fly'... Jeanette Winterson.
Or 'She believes we are fallen creatures who once new how to fly'... Jeanette Winterson.
handsolo:
good morning sunshine.
(at least its morning where i am)
(at least its morning where i am)
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that...
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And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that...
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gigondas:
Never trust anyone that is bored, I say.
Sometimes Lady Luck licks those sticky fingers of hers and plays it clean.
And if cleanliness is next to godliness then God was one OCD fucken bloke yesterday.
Anyone hear of the 2 skydivers who died jumping at Langar field in Nottingham yesterday?
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/skydivers-die-as-parachutes-become-entangled-in-midair-after-display-1993829.html
About 2 months ago now, when the Haiti crisis was kicking off bad, I decided to do a skydive dressed as...
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And if cleanliness is next to godliness then God was one OCD fucken bloke yesterday.
Anyone hear of the 2 skydivers who died jumping at Langar field in Nottingham yesterday?
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/skydivers-die-as-parachutes-become-entangled-in-midair-after-display-1993829.html
About 2 months ago now, when the Haiti crisis was kicking off bad, I decided to do a skydive dressed as...
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jamie_manic:
God bless Eric.
Fell Undone
Like two throbbing tides
collapsing together
clutching hands
curb the curves of
their edges tethered;
our tongues
dance and lips
assemble inside
themselves motiveless.
Motion fell into me.
I felt his thighs in myn
while each thrust
withdrew carass. My touch
tightened on his body then
his murmers stumbled with myn.
Emotion felt intimacy;
intimacy rearranged itself
and so intimately touched me.
Ever...
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Like two throbbing tides
collapsing together
clutching hands
curb the curves of
their edges tethered;
our tongues
dance and lips
assemble inside
themselves motiveless.
Motion fell into me.
I felt his thighs in myn
while each thrust
withdrew carass. My touch
tightened on his body then
his murmers stumbled with myn.
Emotion felt intimacy;
intimacy rearranged itself
and so intimately touched me.
Ever...
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limowreck:
That's really impressive. Have you posted in Urban?
zombiebyte:
Hi *Waves*
Cool poem.
Cool poem.
Short Embrace
Shadow dapples dimpled
across his expression.
With discretion
his eyes search, subtle
and kind.
He wanders my eyes for a while
a glimpse of wonder
as he finds
that mutual place in them.
In them
I found shades of autumn
urban in attitude
auburn of shade.
Mutually dazed
we shuffle the conversation
yet still so subtly aware of our
found glimpse
of momentous...
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Shadow dapples dimpled
across his expression.
With discretion
his eyes search, subtle
and kind.
He wanders my eyes for a while
a glimpse of wonder
as he finds
that mutual place in them.
In them
I found shades of autumn
urban in attitude
auburn of shade.
Mutually dazed
we shuffle the conversation
yet still so subtly aware of our
found glimpse
of momentous...
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llewella:
Yip, welsh... means 'warrior princess' or 'shrewd war heroine'... HA!
How strange, I got mi mitts on a copy of this from a charity shop a while ago for squander also! I love T.S deeply.
'....the smell of steaks in passageways.....'
xxx
How strange, I got mi mitts on a copy of this from a charity shop a while ago for squander also! I love T.S deeply.
'....the smell of steaks in passageways.....'
xxx
greyback:
Sounds like you had a good weekend LOL
The Meeting
A solitary encounter
accompanies an inflexible crowd
moulded timeless in a state of expression.
Placid, his eyes move with a status of nonchalence
as though the crowd moved in them,
rather than they in following.
Recognition.
Exchange of gestures, all the while
thoughts fold in and assemble themselves;
an ensemble of simplicity, rumaging lovely
in but two windows of himself, engaging.
Still now,...
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A solitary encounter
accompanies an inflexible crowd
moulded timeless in a state of expression.
Placid, his eyes move with a status of nonchalence
as though the crowd moved in them,
rather than they in following.
Recognition.
Exchange of gestures, all the while
thoughts fold in and assemble themselves;
an ensemble of simplicity, rumaging lovely
in but two windows of himself, engaging.
Still now,...
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trilby:
Thanks for the friend request.
You write beautifully by the way
Hope you're having a good weekend and enjoying the sun.
You write beautifully by the way
Hope you're having a good weekend and enjoying the sun.
sushikid:
If a divorce ceremony meant I wouldn't burn I'm up for it!
Thanks for the add, and the comment
Thanks for the add, and the comment
In Persuit of Perspective
Scenes pose on accord
Filtering the reality
imposing perspective.
We create our reality
we are taught
we are naught
but splinters in this universe
creative force
forcefully remorseful
as we spectate our own
undoing.
Preoccupied and pre empt
to spiritual mediocrity
what is it then
we are persuing?
Wars were faught
Wives distraught
children parentless, apparent-less
Each of each of our...
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Scenes pose on accord
Filtering the reality
imposing perspective.
We create our reality
we are taught
we are naught
but splinters in this universe
creative force
forcefully remorseful
as we spectate our own
undoing.
Preoccupied and pre empt
to spiritual mediocrity
what is it then
we are persuing?
Wars were faught
Wives distraught
children parentless, apparent-less
Each of each of our...
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