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[Angeline]

OR, you will have one daughter who will insist on wearing a witch costume to school ( several times) ...and not on halloween. and hell, I let her. and the school didnt send her home, can you believe that? and I live in south carolina....

Or one who would rather sleep under the bed or in the closet. and I think I had it easy.

Evie-poo, knowing you, if your kids get your delicious sense of dark humor, you are in for some trouble. I am skeered for ya woman

I think we all need to live together in a women's commune (ee can call it a harum if he wants, but he only gets me!). We'll raise our girls artfully, poetically and let the monkey come for visits if he brings chocolate covered cheesecake.

We'll have to be Red Sox fans though.

 

[WickedEve]

This is the easy part. In just a few short years they will be filled with angst and fears about their sexuality. They will accuse you of destroying all that is good in the world because you refused to buy the $44.00 hoody from Delia's. I know these things.

Okay, shutup.

 

[Angeline]

Okay, shutup.

Yes Mother.

 

[Tathagata]

I think we all need to live together in a women's commune (ee can call it a harum if he wants, but he only gets me!). We'll raise our girls artfully, poetically and let the monkey come for visits if he brings chocolate covered cheesecake.

We'll have to be Red Sox fans though.

I'll only visit on short skirt halter top day
i will bring cheesecake

you'll need a wide screen TV and olives

 

[Angeline]

I'll only visit on short skirt halter top day
i will bring cheesecake

you'll need a wide screen TV and olives

I guess it's not absinthe these days. You wouldn't want olives for that.

I'll bet the three of us would let you come on fishnet thigh-hi day (this is sounding like nirvana for ee lol). You're that beloved, but didn't you tell me once that this combination frightens you?

Right, Evie? Right Ghost_Girl?

I bet you'd wear the Jew-kulis tshirt today!

 

[ghost_girl]

...............

 

[WickedEve]

I guess it's not absinthe these days. You wouldn't want olives for that.

I'll bet the three of us would let you come on fishnet thigh-hi day (this is sounding like nirvana for ee lol). You're that beloved, but didn't you tell me once that this combination frightens you?

Right, Evie? Right Ghost_Girl?

I bet you'd wear the Jew-kulis tshirt today!

Um, I've been growing fur all over my body, which eliminates the need for clothing.
I could wear a hat.

 

[Angeline]

Um, I've been growing fur all over my body, which eliminates the need for clothing.
I could wear a hat.

I think you'd be an attractive Yeti in fishnets. And a hat.

 

[WickedEve]

I think you'd be an attractive Yeti in fishnets. And a hat.

Did I just hear tath scream with lust?

 

[Angeline]

Did I just hear tath scream with lust?

It's a combination of lust and triumph because the Red Sox just won.

Anyway, you know it's you he really wants. Me and ghost_girl are just window dressing. Nice window dressing, but he wants hot monkey love with a Yeti. I just know it.

 

[WickedEve]

It's a combination of lust and triumph because the Red Sox just won.

Anyway, you know it's you he really wants. Me and ghost_girl are just window dressing. Nice window dressing, but he wants hot monkey love with a Yeti. I just know it.

You're such a jealous bitch. I'm sorry but you'll never be a Yeti. You just don't have what it takes, you hairless freak. And tell your ghost girl to stop gluing cat hair on her chest. It won't fool the monkey man.

 

[Angeline]

You're such a jealous bitch. I'm sorry but you'll never be a Yeti. You just don't have what it takes, you hairless freak. And tell your ghost girl to stop gluing cat hair on her chest. It won't fool the monkey man.

There is only one person in my home without hair and it ain't me.

 

[Tathagata]

I think you'd be an attractive Yeti in fishnets. And a hat.

try reading this at 430 am with a mouth full of V8

 

[Tathagata]

It's a combination of lust and triumph because the Red Sox just won.

Anyway, you know it's you he really wants. Me and ghost_girl are just window dressing. Nice window dressing, but he wants hot monkey love with a Yeti. I just know it.

a 5'10 yeti who has a great cheekbones, long legs, playful eyes, and names her toys

we can cover each other in Splenda laden foods

 

[bogusbrig]

People keep dying and it is having an enormous effect on my sense of immortality. I've been back to England for four funerals this year (two in the last week), to France for two, Germany for one, Switzerland for one and two here in Holland. It doesn't feel like a week has gone by when I'm not attending one. To say I have only been to a couple in my life before this year, this year has proved to be rather depressing and I'm thinking it can't go on too long before the great reaper gets round to me. I've been off setting this sense of foreboding with a little hedonism and a 'you only live once attitude' but the body doesn't bounce back as it did when I was young. Damn, I need a good woman to tuck me up in bed everynight rather than the flighty flirty type down at the bar that have my attention.

I must write some poetry but can't. Everthing seems temporary, which I suppose it is.

 

[annaswirls]

People keep dying and it is having an enormous effect on my sense of immortality. I've been back to England for four funerals this year (two in the last week), to France for two, Germany for one, Switzerland for one and two here in Holland. It doesn't feel like a week has gone by when I'm not attending one. To say I have only been to a couple in my life before this year, this year has proved to be rather depressing and I'm thinking it can't go on too long before the great reaper gets round to me. I've been off setting this sense of foreboding with a little hedonism and a 'you only live once attitude' but the body doesn't bounce back as it did when I was young. Damn, I need a good woman to tuck me up in bed everynight rather than the flighty flirty type down at the bar that have my attention.

I must write some poetry but can't. Everthing seems temporary, which I suppose it is.

Hey now, you are a strong and vital man, and youth is in your fingers-- that is the image I got when reading this post-- I am not the best at saying the right thing, just have to go with what my mind sees, and that is what it saw--- you holding on, nothing loose in your grip.... and when you do get tired, hold instead a friend's hand, one that holds on right back

Funerals seem to come in groups like that. Hell of a reason to travel! As far as writing, why don't you try to do a series of simple poems, 4-5 lines, each about a single memory of each of those that you lost, a memory of an action that represents who they were. I think it will make you feel the impact of their life, not just death. Yes, everything is temporary in some ways, but permanence has its place in the universe too. Let it drive its stake into the soil, flag flying proud in the midst of the storms.

Be well, friend!

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

People keep dying and it is having an enormous effect on my sense of immortality. I've been back to England for four funerals this year (two in the last week), to France for two, Germany for one, Switzerland for one and two here in Holland. It doesn't feel like a week has gone by when I'm not attending one. To say I have only been to a couple in my life before this year, this year has proved to be rather depressing and I'm thinking it can't go on too long before the great reaper gets round to me. I've been off setting this sense of foreboding with a little hedonism and a 'you only live once attitude' but the body doesn't bounce back as it did when I was young. Damn, I need a good woman to tuck me up in bed everynight rather than the flighty flirty type down at the bar that have my attention.

I must write some poetry but can't. Everthing seems temporary, which I suppose it is.

Sometimes death swirls close and you can see right into it's vacant eyes, most of the time we ignore it's presence. I try to accept it, somehow knowing it will come at any time gives me a strange kind of peace...all you can do is live Keith and live well before it swirls too close to you.

 

[Angeline]

People keep dying and it is having an enormous effect on my sense of immortality. I've been back to England for four funerals this year (two in the last week), to France for two, Germany for one, Switzerland for one and two here in Holland. It doesn't feel like a week has gone by when I'm not attending one. To say I have only been to a couple in my life before this year, this year has proved to be rather depressing and I'm thinking it can't go on too long before the great reaper gets round to me. I've been off setting this sense of foreboding with a little hedonism and a 'you only live once attitude' but the body doesn't bounce back as it did when I was young. Damn, I need a good woman to tuck me up in bed everynight rather than the flighty flirty type down at the bar that have my attention.

I must write some poetry but can't. Everthing seems temporary, which I suppose it is.

Time is a great healer as you know. Sounds like you need some to pass without a catastrophe. I know how that goes. Dear Keith, you are a good-hearted soul, and you will be ok. You strike me as the type who has many crotchety (and yes) poetry-writing years ahead of you. I've been in a slump for a while myself and I know it's stress, but these things really don't go on forever without some sort of break. I'm sure you're due for some good karma. I think finding some lady to cook for you and tuck you in at night is a lovely idea. Isn't that old-fashioned (and ugh really antifeminist) of me? But's it's true and I know there's someone out there who can appreciate a curmedgeonly pussycat like you.

 

[Angeline]

try reading this at 430 am with a mouth full of V8

Did you have to wash your beard?

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

good morning...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I've been off setting this sense of foreboding with a little hedonism and a 'you only live once attitude' but the body doesn't bounce back as it did when I was young. Damn, I need a good woman to tuck me up in bed everynight rather than the flighty flirty type down at the bar that have my attention.

I must write some poetry but can't. Everthing seems temporary, which I suppose it is.

That skeleton seems to have particular seasons in which it dances especially for us. My sympathies for all the losses of precious people.

I'm always up late. Let me know when you're heading to bed and I'll come tuck you. Although the concept of my being a "good" woman is going to make many people who know me snort loudly.

bijou

 

[ghost_girl]

................

 

[Angeline]

hi BB

I wish you were closer to, here. I would tuck ya in and make ya blush at the same time


well....apparently grease is sexy. and I mean it must be a powerful aphrodesiac down here in teh south.
so, I got my lil car back last Friday, motor that was put in it had 600 origonal miles, now it has 762 and is back at the shop.

My brother, who well, ya'll know about him, I was running him about, to get a work shirt and then to his new job, when the motor shut off. I managed to get it started again and it shot up really hot, fast too. So, I pulled over at a C-store, checked it out, and the radiator hose had blown off. I borrowed some tools from the manager, cleaned up the male end and put the hose back on, and filled it up with water.

That lasted 3 minutes, hose blew off again. I called the mechanic, he said, bring it back. duh, I was trying, had to let it cool, i could drive it 2 miles and then have to stop, and every time I stopped... "kind"hearted" men offering to buy me drinks and such. They all managed to tell me it was "refreshing" to see a woman who didn't mind heat, or grease, or doing something for herself...

It was kind, I appreciated it, but a Coke would have sufficed, ya know? and some soap and a clean shirt...anyway, I m home, sans Pontiac, again. I did manage to get it back to the mechanic and he tells me, it must be the head, or the head gasket. He says there is a replacement warranty on the motor, but not on his labor, so, thats another 650, if and when I manage to get another motor. I give up. I am officially a recluse, a cat woman, a hermit. bleh, I am feeling plague- ish, again...what I wouldn't give for some of Tath's cheesecake right about now....

You cmon up here gg. It's in the low 60s and goin down to the 40s tonight. Ah Maine. We'll feed you and talk poetry with you. I bet I can even get ee to play his gitar for you. It's very soothing when he plays music; he plays like a dream. When you're tired, we'll tuck you in with warm quilts and you can listen to the wind in the pines.

And Tath is only a few hours away.

 

[ghost_girl]

You cmon up here gg. It's in the low 60s and goin down to the 40s tonight. Ah Maine. We'll feed you and talk poetry with you. I bet I can even get ee to play his gitar for you. It's very soothing when he plays music; he plays like a dream. When you're tired, we'll tuck you in with warm quilts and you can listen to the wind in the pines.

And Tath is only a few hours away.

thank you for the hugs, sweet sis

 

[ghost_girl]

why?

...nevermind