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aghhhhhh that first link froze my computer I had to reboot!
There's an old children's home on the island of Jersey which is in the English Channel where they are still digging dead children out of the floors and walls
 
whenever I hear about these true horror stories, like the Gacys and Dahmers and such, I just can't believe they even go through the trouble of arresting them. I think if they're caught in the act the proper thing to do is just shoot 'em and dump 'em in the ocean. No television interview specials, no trial, no last meal... just shoot 'em.
 
Pokepokepokepoke Timmence...

I wanted to tell you I think your review from yesterday was the crit equivalent to the yummiest, gooiest (sp.? I am not awake), most tantalizingly delicious brownie, which would have been given to you when you weren't expecting it, but quickly became Very Very Necessary once it hit your tongue.

You didn't know it was going to be so damn good, and then it was, and then you swooned and then...well, then you began deducing that it wasn't merely the most bitchin' brownie you've eaten in a long while, it really was masterfully cooked and it came from a masterful recipe as well. Unexpected mouthgasm. Which, since we're using metaphor here, really means "unexpected braingasm".
And that is not meant to say that I expect your reviews not to wow me. It was one of those instances where all the elements of the universe and my mouth (i.e.- my brain) joined up in one scrumptious way and made everything that was already excellent more excellent(er). :D

In short: I liked it. A lot.
And now I want a brownie too. Why do I do this to myself? Sigh. A doubly bad thing because I'm about to depart for the gym, where they do not have brownies. Just exercising people. Which makes me double-sigh. But I will look forward to reviewing when I get back.
 
bluebell7 said:
Pokepokepokepoke Timmence...

I wanted to tell you I think your review from yesterday was the crit equivalent to the yummiest, gooiest (sp.? I am not awake), most tantalizingly delicious brownie, which would have been given to you when you weren't expecting it, but quickly became Very Very Necessary once it hit your tongue.

You didn't know it was going to be so damn good, and then it was, and then you swooned and then...well, then you began deducing that it wasn't merely the most bitchin' brownie you've eaten in a long while, it really was masterfully cooked and it came from a masterful recipe as well. Unexpected mouthgasm. Which, since we're using metaphor here, really means "unexpected braingasm".
And that is not meant to say that I expect your reviews not to wow me. It was one of those instances where all the elements of the universe and my mouth (i.e.- my brain) joined up in one scrumptious way and made everything that was already excellent more excellent(er). :D

In short: I liked it. A lot.
And now I want a brownie too. Why do I do this to myself? Sigh. A doubly bad thing because I'm about to depart for the gym, where they do not have brownies. Just exercising people. Which makes me double-sigh. But I will look forward to reviewing when I get back.
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And you just had to searingly stamp in this tender mind the image: bluebell goes to the gym.

Thanks a lot.
 
hmmnmm said:
And you just had to searingly stamp in this tender mind the image: bluebell goes to the gym.

Thanks a lot.
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Oh god, you're right- I've scarred you now. Crrrrap. Oh I am sorry. :rose:
It really is terrifying to think of me doing such a thing, I know. It still terrifies me. I probably look like an insane person. But, I mean, when you think about it: how could someone NOT look like an insane person at the gym? It's literally the very worst way to profile someone's person. Even if you love it and think only of going to the gym all day long, I still think it's a bad representation of who you are. I would never want anyone to judge me based on my piss-poor gymitude (and what must be exceedingly odd facial expressions).
 
bluebell7 said:
Oh god, you're right- I've scarred you now. Crrrrap. Oh I am sorry. :rose:
It really is terrifying to think of me doing such a thing, I know. It still terrifies me. I probably look like an insane person. But, I mean, when you think about it: how could someone NOT look like an insane person at the gym? It's literally the very worst way to profile someone's person. Even if you love it and think only of going to the gym all day long, I still think it's a bad representation of who you are. I would never want anyone to judge me based on my piss-poor gymitude (and what must be exceedingly odd facial expressions).
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who the heck is bluebell? actually what I thought of your citation is completely unrepeatable in polite society
 
bluebell7 said:
Oh god, you're right- I've scarred you now. Crrrrap. Oh I am sorry. :rose:
It really is terrifying to think of me doing such a thing, I know. It still terrifies me. I probably look like an insane person. But, I mean, when you think about it: how could someone NOT look like an insane person at the gym? It's literally the very worst way to profile someone's person. Even if you love it and think only of going to the gym all day long, I still think it's a bad representation of who you are. I would never want anyone to judge me based on my piss-poor gymitude (and what must be exceedingly odd facial expressions).
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Nice try. But I look over your words and see that you 1) emphasized your am. 2) decked your sorry with a rose. 3) knowingly and willfully gave the conclusive phrase a pop-out prominence by the clever and very devious use of parentheses.

One must suspect just how sincerely sorry you are for causing this deep and permanent metaphorical scar. And one also could suspect that the real perpetrators are those elements who I hear by rumor conscripted you into a life of poem trick-turning. I can only begin to imagine the world I hear you have entered, and what sorts of poems you've already consorted with.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
who the heck is bluebell?
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bluebell is the sort who, in a place where a lot of people are caught up in a party atmosphere and the popular are applauded and giving awards acceptance speeches, will espy someone sitting alone and obviously looking like they feel out of place, and will go and visit with that person, read their work, and leave in that person curative words of encouragement and the reminder that just because one does not enjoy popularity within some climes, doesn't at all mean they are without quality.
 
hmmnmm said:
bluebell is the sort who, in a place where a lot of people are caught up in a party atmosphere and the popular are applauded and giving awards acceptance speeches, will espy someone sitting alone and obviously looking like they feel out of place, and will go and visit with that person, read their work, and leave in that person curative words of encouragement and the reminder that just because one does not enjoy popularity within some climes, doesn't at all mean they are without quality.
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ohhhhhhh you mean she sorts out wallflowers!!
 
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must be a million ways to say it:

one bluebell who reads and appreciates = ten or twenty million who don't
 
Sure don't envy the new poetry reviewer today. Not because of the quality but the quantity. A slew. Veritable slew. Nope. No poem reviewin for this kid. Funny how things go. Lately the little fellas who work in the prose shops have been rousing around. Yawning, stretching, fixing coffee, splashing creamers and sugars in their cups, hear the gears starting up. Oh boy, now they're going at it. The fellas who do the details are arguing with the action fellas. The action fellas, I think they harbor resentment because I tend to favor the detail fellas. But I don't favor any of them. I like all of them. It's just that you get into grooves with certain ones and a comfortable relationships builds. So I'm thinking to try and make peace with the action fellas, see what they come up with. Then there's the raunchy fellas. Haven't even bid them as much as a morning or good night nod. Couple year at least. But they're looking good all of a sudden. Long time no see. Long time not even short time. Should be a crime. Why not? The raunchy fellas and the action fellas, need to know they are loved too. Hm yeah. Action-packed, gratuitously raunch-rich... the smell ain't bad.
 
Well, you make a sound file, send it as an attachment to... forget the exact address... submit@literotica.com I think that's it. Submit your words as you ordinarily do with regular poems and in the notes box alert them that you've sent or will soon send, the audio file that goes with your words. Then wait.
 
Ah yes wait for them not to receive it like they twice didn't receive my illustrated poems .... this should be fun!
 
Well, you know, just about any question or problem you run into about almost anything that pertains to this site, the best authority to contact would be Laurel. And for as busy as she is with this operation she's amazingly approachable.
 
hmmnmm said:
Nice try. But I look over your words and see that you 1) emphasized your am. 2) decked your sorry with a rose. 3) knowingly and willfully gave the conclusive phrase a pop-out prominence by the clever and very devious use of parentheses.

One must suspect just how sincerely sorry you are for causing this deep and permanent metaphorical scar. And one also could suspect that the real perpetrators are those elements who I hear by rumor conscripted you into a life of poem trick-turning. I can only begin to imagine the world I hear you have entered, and what sorts of poems you've already consorted with.
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:eek: :eek: :cool: :D

Just what are you saying, eh?

hmmnmm said:
<much niceness>
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Garsh.
Well, you let me read your stuff!

UnderYourSpell said:
ohhhhhhh you mean she sorts out wallflowers!!
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*nods* Yes, this. Wallflowers have very cool things to share.
 
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