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True. Languid licks do lengthen the enjoyment but also increases certain excitement levels thus increasing the urge to hop on and start riding which raises the risk of spilling all the beans. So might as well keep on lickin.
 
hmmnmm said:
Experimentation on a live specimen bears a fruit.

Finally feeling comfortable under a broad umbrella, though I've lately struggled with indecision whether to continue the Horrendous series in 'poetry' or stick a stretched out section or two in one of story categories. So in the meantime decided to work it with prose and if I decide to go with the poetry maybe draw a little poetic language from the prose.

Well, hearkening to the thread about cycles, I tried to exert conscious effort with a few things, namely the mood factor. Like, this morning, after a short walk with the dog out in the outdoors, I got really excited about going into various paragraphs and anticipating a pleasure akin to walking down an unknown road that promises a new delight each step of the way. And it went that way, until just a few minutes ago. I actually felt the fizzle. Instead of going back to the work I made myself recall the previous thoughts, what brought the mood to a sudden fizzle. Also, what started the good mood. That was easy: being outside, all of the sense-texture-morsels, like sucking down airy energy pills.

The other, the stoppage took a little more thought, but the effort paid off: it was a very brief entertainment of wondering what others would think. It wore such soft shoes when it entered I didn't really pay it much mind. But it hung around and I began to look at it more and began to converse with it.

And the mood was gone.

I almost tried to force it back, but instead I said, "no. Stop. Just stop."

So I stopped.

Try browsing the outside buffet again.
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'...sense-texture-morsels, like sucking down airy energy pills.'

man oh man i like that. love the whole thing actually. keep being you.

:rose:
 
thank you
shall do

Feels good to finally find the feel; got a lot sketched out, lots of various alternate ideas, none which I want to really throw out. Part of me wants to present some of it in large chunks of prose but there's an undeniable sense of intimacy to dressing up a bunch of paragraphs and then choosing one for a session of closer examination but seeing so many paragraphs, there's the tendency to get a little overexcited, overwhelmed, collapse, put them all away, forget them for another year...

So I think the dressing up and then the private undressing of just one at a time, call them poems even if they might not technically be poems... works for me.
 
Sources of the good feel: outdoors, everything about the outdoors, especially what is not manmade; missus saying she dreamed she was giving me head.

Killers of the good feel: worrying about what someone else will say or think; supernanny, who happens to be on at the moment; supernanny makes the good feel curl up and hide.

It'll sleep and dream of tomorrow's first cup of strong black coffee and a stroll outside.
 
sounds like you've been busy. :) i like the one at a time idea. that'll help to put balance between the highs and lows, to even them out a little more so they're not so extreme. by the way, there's a blocking feature on here... maybe it could be worth using it for the supernanny...? and if that's me, i'll take the hint well, i promise. :D seriously, that blocking feature, if you choose it, is a godsend. :rose:
 
no I meant the actual television show. The reality show (oh how I despise reality TV). Maybe you don't get it down there. It's over now.

Nanny WSO would be an entirely more pleasant angle and vastly preferred over the supernanny reality TV show.
 
wildsweetone said:
sounds like you've been busy. :) i like the one at a time idea. that'll help to put balance between the highs and lows, to even them out a little more so they're not so extreme. by the way, there's a blocking feature on here... maybe it could be worth using it for the supernanny...? and if that's me, i'll take the hint well, i promise. :D seriously, that blocking feature, if you choose it, is a godsend. :rose:
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a series of illuminating occurrences lately opened up a lot of doors and windows; gave confirmatory boosts to what I knew but tended to fear going on, instinctively, let the balls hang out bold and free.

I know the way to go now but the whole thing's a bit involved, gonna take time, but a long winter approaches.
 
Been thinking about this a little more and I think it has to do with flowers.
When I was there I noticed the prevalence of flower stands; people buying bouquets, flowers, walking with them, maybe just for themselves or to give to another; the human activity on the streets.

It was even more noticeable when I landed back in the states: no corner flower stands, no people walking around; everybody driving, closed within their vehicles. Very little live interaction.

I think people who have such a love of flowers and less love for utilitarian coldness and love to lose themselves in the smells and sensations of a big bouquet will likewise not see the problem with what americans have been trained to call flowery prose.

Maybe just a matter of priorities.

And training.

One sees writing as an avenue to a soluble career and the other sees it as a simple important element of living and loving life.

Maybe?
 
Your mention of flowers blended in somewhat with an old memory that drifted back a little earlier today. I heard some sounds in the distance (probably someone working on their house) and I remembered Saturday fall afternoons where I grew up. A light breeze, a few leaves falling from the trees, the sound of the band playing at the high school football game a few blocks away. The flowers tied in with homecoming corsages, not that I ever had any first-hand experiences there. A pleasant remembrance, not especially profound, just an auditory trigger.
 
EroticOrogeny said:
Your mention of flowers blended in somewhat with an old memory that drifted back a little earlier today. I heard some sounds in the distance (probably someone working on their house) and I remembered Saturday fall afternoons where I grew up. A light breeze, a few leaves falling from the trees, the sound of the band playing at the high school football game a few blocks away. The flowers tied in with homecoming corsages, not that I ever had any first-hand experiences there. A pleasant remembrance, not especially profound, just an auditory trigger.
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That's beautiful. I'm glad the memory is pleasant.
My first hand experiences in that dept were pretty skimpy too.
In fact, though the ideas and imagery be romantic, truth is, my school experience was mostly horrible. Or we were just not compatible. Or schools were designed to suck.
 
hmmnmm said:
That's beautiful. I'm glad the memory is pleasant.
My first hand experiences in that dept were pretty skimpy too.
In fact, though the ideas and imagery be romantic, truth is, my school experience was mostly horrible. Or we were just not compatible. Or schools were designed to suck.
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I ended up with a bunch of other eggheads/nerds and we had some good times playing cards, chess, ping-pong and the like. The female companionship component was absent, so had some sense of something missing, but not too severe then (later it was).
 
This morning

I was at the beach open market..I remember seeing lovely orchids in purple,
yellow and white...but, the taste of the fresh peaches drew my mind away and I bought some ...delightfully sweet peaches...sighs...blue
 
bluerains said:
I was at the beach open market..I remember seeing lovely orchids in purple,
yellow and white...but, the taste of the fresh peaches drew my mind away and I bought some ...delightfully sweet peaches...sighs...blue
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...sigh...
 
I have a strong 'memory' isnt the word but something to do with red tulips in my childhood, I don't know why but it's like a strong 'pull' if that makes sense
 
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take her

UnderYourSpell said:
I have a strong 'memory' isnt the word but something to do with red tulips in my childhood, I don't know why but it's like a strong 'pull' if that makes sense
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tulip represents a perfect lover, fame, love, passion, luck and is the flower emblem of Holland. A red tulip usually means believe me or a declaration of love.
So to would seem you are pulled to the perfection of LOVE...sigh...
 
hmmnmm said:
One sees writing as an avenue to a soluble career and the other sees it as a simple important element of living and loving life.

Maybe?
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indeed

if writing is in your life, then it's simply part of your whole package. what you do with that writing is your choice, and yours alone. :rose:
 
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