UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
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oh fuck
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So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."
The Little Prince sat down again on the hillside, and stared into space.
"I thought you said you were going away," said the fox.
"Well, actually, I'm staying here," said the Little Prince, "but I'm going to refuse to speak to you, and if you get near me I'll shove you away. So it's sort of like leaving, only different."
"Fuck this tame shit," said the fox, and bit the Little Prince on the leg.
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I want some of whatever you are drinking/smoking/ingesting. That HAS to be good stuff!
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."
The Little Prince sat down again on the hillside, and stared into space.
"I thought you said you were going away," said the fox.
"Well, actually, I'm staying here," said the Little Prince, "but I'm going to refuse to speak to you, and if you get near me I'll shove you away. So it's sort of like leaving, only different."
"Fuck this tame shit," said the fox, and bit the Little Prince on the leg.
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*cofused and amused*
the color of the wheat fields?
um, by any chance did you wash down some 'shrooms with that fine vintage?
i want to be a fly on the wall inside your head, just for a day.
hi SB
hugs and smooches
I want you to know I've been dithering about this. Dithering.One cheery moment I had was an e-mail from the editors of The New Yorker. It was a rejection, but they liked the poems I had sent them, saying they had "evident merit"
So if he shows up someday wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt or trickles one or more tears when Old Yeller dies he ain't hypermasculine anymore?...this guy is pretty hyper-masculine. He only wears very dull colors and refuses to cry at movies.
Well, cleanliness is next to Godliness, I suppose.When I tried to get him to say duvet, he said "bidet?"
So if he shows up someday wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt or trickles one or more tears when Old Yeller dies he ain't hypermasculine anymore?
Personal disclosure: Black, gray, and dark blue are the colors of most of my casual wear, and my suit colors vary from charcoal gray to medium gray.
The medium gray is kind of wild, at least for me, but it is a concession to age and changes in hair color.
I have been known to wear a yellow tie, though (power thing, in the 80's, y'know—looked well with a blue shirt) and I refuse to watch To Kill a Mockingbird or It's a Wonderful Life a 'cause both of them make me physically ill with crying.
Do NOT see Marley and Me.<snip>and I refuse to watch To Kill a Mockingbird or It's a Wonderful Life a 'cause both of them make me physically ill with crying.