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hollygolightly:
Only you would know that the answer to all of my questions was a red tree...
sorry i have been elusive, i have just been quite shaken up. I promise to write to you this weekend...
much love. Holls xxx
sorry i have been elusive, i have just been quite shaken up. I promise to write to you this weekend...
much love. Holls xxx
casper:
ill tell my poodle you said hi. hes squeaking at me right now, alternating that and licking his balls.
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casper:
my nips hurt.
how are yours?
how are yours?
hollygolightly:
just so you know... i am thinking of you xxx
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rephrased:
He's just a dirty old man who wants to live vicariously through me.
casper:
sand.in.my.crotch.at.the.beach. makes for good conversation.
(secret handshake)
over and out-
jailbait girl
(secret handshake)
over and out-
jailbait girl
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godzuki:
exactly, it is work away from work. Bad timing.
graycen:
Adorable story! This is something I would definitely pick out for my youngest kiddo!
[Edited on Jul 22, 2005 1:35PM]
[Edited on Jul 22, 2005 1:35PM]
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graycen:
Well I think everyone already poured out all the words of praise I wanted to use here...
I think you should know that I am becoming a huge fan of your writing.
Gray
I think you should know that I am becoming a huge fan of your writing.
Gray
rephrased:
Amato's IS pretty damn sweet... but I gotta opt for Buffalo Wings & Things. And for the two favorite restaurants, I actually meant to say my two favorites in Portsmouth, which is where she's from. That'd be Shalimar and the Friendly Toast.
casper:
welcome to 2005, indeed.
thats scary shit, put it away!
thats scary shit, put it away!
Ernest Hemingway, when asked what was the most frightening thing he ever encountered, answered: "A blank sheet of paper."
That's were I'm at now. One sec', I'm going to go get a glass of red wine. Sunday and summer vacation... okay, I lied, I'm drinking it from the bottle. The wine is the Little Penguin, from Australia. If you haven't tried it, you have to....
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That's were I'm at now. One sec', I'm going to go get a glass of red wine.
Sunday and summer vacation... okay, I lied, I'm drinking it from the bottle. The wine is the Little Penguin, from Australia. If you haven't tried it, you have to.... Read More
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miellem:
if i were the night...
i'd sneak into the minds of children while they sleep...inspiring sweet dreams, pushing nightmares to detour.
i'd sneak into the minds of children while they sleep...inspiring sweet dreams, pushing nightmares to detour.
miellem:
ps. im sorry about your writer's block...i hope it has since disipated.
soooooooooo, it's 1:30am. the rain's pounding on the windows and the computer is quietly hum-hum-humming away. as promised, i'm putting up a children's poem...which in a roundabout sort of way is much easier than posting about what i'm doing, which is a whole lot of not so much. on to zee' poem...
refrigerator gnome
by me
its pitch dark as
you hear the steps.
youre...
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refrigerator gnome
by me
its pitch dark as
you hear the steps.
youre...
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kallisti:
Oh... oh.. I love writers dearly. *hug*
I love you. And I mean that.
RE: "cool, this just went up two minutes ago, and weirdly enough here i am at your door. and i really want to see whatever it is that you have which is ill-fitting and trashy. as for depriving yourself? man-o-man, i don't think you should, unless of course it lessens the time you have to express, feel, explore all the deprivations you don't want to miss. "
I added a photo of the article of clothing I'm referring to JUST for you.
One has to choose carfully what one deprives oneself of and what one indulges in.
Fucking Zen Buddists selfishly, shamelessly indulging in Nirvana... *shaking head*
;P lol
and! And.. because I love writers and I know you'll appreciate this...
here's a poem that fell out of my head one day... I'll be posting it as a journal entry eventually.
"The Second Half"
When all the king's horses
and all the king's men
gave up putting humpty together again...
They left him behind, they left him to fend.
Unable to move, he couldn't defend.
His friends just didn't know quite what to do.
They thought and they plotted
They furrowed and stewed.
They got all retarded and ran in the nude.
They came back to humpty,
Still there on the ground.
They observed his predicament
and once again frowned,
Put their hands on their hips
and paced all around.
"I KNOW!" Said a girl,
about the age of 23...
"We'll paint the bits of shell
and we'll hang them in a tree!
We'll hang silver chimes
and some pretty trinkets too!
His song will last forever,
longer than me or one of you."
What a way to exit,
what a way to finish life.
"He couldn't have wished for more,"
said his sad but pretty wife.
So they hung poor Humpty Dumpty
from the nearest willow tree.
The sun shone through his painted shell.
His song went out to sea.
And once the children overcame how creepy it all seemed,
They laughed in happy anarchy
'Til their clothes ripped at the seams.
They came up with giddy nursery rhymes
And invented silly games.
They wrote each other novels
And they stole each other's names.
They danced beneath the Humpty Tree
For generations many.
They remembered how their king gave up,
Despising tyranny.
They told their children of the story untill it came to pass
That the second half was long forgotten
Of the egg without an ass.
*wipes sweat from brow*
That's the longest reply I have ever submitted in my life.
Ever.
I love you. And I mean that.
RE: "cool, this just went up two minutes ago, and weirdly enough here i am at your door. and i really want to see whatever it is that you have which is ill-fitting and trashy. as for depriving yourself? man-o-man, i don't think you should, unless of course it lessens the time you have to express, feel, explore all the deprivations you don't want to miss. "
I added a photo of the article of clothing I'm referring to JUST for you.
One has to choose carfully what one deprives oneself of and what one indulges in.
Fucking Zen Buddists selfishly, shamelessly indulging in Nirvana... *shaking head*
;P lol
and! And.. because I love writers and I know you'll appreciate this...
here's a poem that fell out of my head one day... I'll be posting it as a journal entry eventually.
"The Second Half"
When all the king's horses
and all the king's men
gave up putting humpty together again...
They left him behind, they left him to fend.
Unable to move, he couldn't defend.
His friends just didn't know quite what to do.
They thought and they plotted
They furrowed and stewed.
They got all retarded and ran in the nude.
They came back to humpty,
Still there on the ground.
They observed his predicament
and once again frowned,
Put their hands on their hips
and paced all around.
"I KNOW!" Said a girl,
about the age of 23...
"We'll paint the bits of shell
and we'll hang them in a tree!
We'll hang silver chimes
and some pretty trinkets too!
His song will last forever,
longer than me or one of you."
What a way to exit,
what a way to finish life.
"He couldn't have wished for more,"
said his sad but pretty wife.
So they hung poor Humpty Dumpty
from the nearest willow tree.
The sun shone through his painted shell.
His song went out to sea.
And once the children overcame how creepy it all seemed,
They laughed in happy anarchy
'Til their clothes ripped at the seams.
They came up with giddy nursery rhymes
And invented silly games.
They wrote each other novels
And they stole each other's names.
They danced beneath the Humpty Tree
For generations many.
They remembered how their king gave up,
Despising tyranny.
They told their children of the story untill it came to pass
That the second half was long forgotten
Of the egg without an ass.
*wipes sweat from brow*
That's the longest reply I have ever submitted in my life.
Ever.
next poem will be another kids poem, though maybe quirkier...I'll finish today. but for now, true story poem.
ride
they, gray hair and extra pounds,
picked me up in their blue-van with seats that were so covered in cat hair
you couldnt see the fabric.
295, Brunswick to Portland.
easy as pie,
conversation light,
superficial,
about this daughter and that son and this plan and...
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ride
they, gray hair and extra pounds,
picked me up in their blue-van with seats that were so covered in cat hair
you couldnt see the fabric.
295, Brunswick to Portland.
easy as pie,
conversation light,
superficial,
about this daughter and that son and this plan and...
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graycen:
I think that Portland has less crime than other cities ( but then again I may be living in a bubble as well)
Headed to Beals with the kiddos. Clouds be damned! Major chocolate cravings have taken over... Must....HAVE.... chocolate raspberry truffle!
Gray
P.S. Being molested by broccoli sounds...umm...interesting...let me know how that works out for you, k?
Headed to Beals with the kiddos. Clouds be damned! Major chocolate cravings have taken over... Must....HAVE.... chocolate raspberry truffle!
Gray
P.S. Being molested by broccoli sounds...umm...interesting...let me know how that works out for you, k?
hollygolightly:
you're my hero 
miss you... email me soon
miss you... email me soon
Luna
Its not just a matter,
Of an airplane to buy;
Or having the power,
To flap wings and fly.
But if I tell you,
How this is done.
You cant tell a soul,
Not even one.
The first thing you do,
Is mix up a drink.
No blending in cauldrons
Just stir in the sink:
Five dried grasshoppers,
And one rubber band.
A powdered...
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Its not just a matter,
Of an airplane to buy;
Or having the power,
To flap wings and fly.
But if I tell you,
How this is done.
You cant tell a soul,
Not even one.
The first thing you do,
Is mix up a drink.
No blending in cauldrons
Just stir in the sink:
Five dried grasshoppers,
And one rubber band.
A powdered...
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graycen:
I AM very easy to please.
Really truely!
*hugs and asparagus*
Gray
P.S. You didn't need to do the Kow-tao-down thing, but it was a nice touch! *grinning*
P.P.S *ahem* What ARE you doing up so late? A fellow night owl??
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Really truely!
*hugs and asparagus*
Gray
P.S. You didn't need to do the Kow-tao-down thing, but it was a nice touch! *grinning*
P.P.S *ahem* What ARE you doing up so late? A fellow night owl??
[Edited on Jul 07, 2005 1:32AM]
tarragon:
I'll give you 24 hours. 
I just saw Crash tonight and I just feel heavy. I thought it was a fabulous movie, but it just spun me into a pensive mood. And then I got to thinking about SG and the time I spend just clicking around on it, and to a lesser extent, the internet in general.
Is all this clicking around just mental masturbation. Is it just creating...
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Is all this clicking around just mental masturbation. Is it just creating...
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tuxy:
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graycen:
Isn't that a sign of a good movie...if we come away feeling heavy and question our thoughts & belief system? I think something is wrong if you watch a movie like that and DON'T respond.
I haven't seen "Crash", but you have my curiosity piqued.
*hugs*
Gray
[Edited on Jul 03, 2005 3:12PM]
I haven't seen "Crash", but you have my curiosity piqued.
*hugs*
Gray
[Edited on Jul 03, 2005 3:12PM]
i hope you are okay right now.
im live now darling...