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[DeepAsleep]

I made quite an impression on Jack's mother, last night. She came down here dead-set against liking me and left kissing me on the cheek and telling me to take care of her baby. Mothers love me. I always charm the mother. Renee (ze mami) looks like Jack, but is way taller and larger boned, but they (like mothers and daughters tend to) share much.

Jack's still sore from the car accident - did I mention that? It's been so hectic and I've been so unfocused, the last couple days... She t-boned a van and knocked it over. Airbags and seatbelts saved the day and she's fine, but her back and chest are pretty bruised and/or abraded.

All's well that ends alive, I think.

I've been writing a poem in the back of my head, or at least putting together the potential for one. I remember blood under my fingernails and it makes me sick to my stomach. If anyone here has had an abortion and would like to talk about it, feel free to PM me - I have questions and maybe a story to tell you.

Ah, slam poetry.

...Bah, I'm going back to Jack and a warm bed.

~R
...no witty comments...

 

[bogusbrig]

After two years my hate figure is still haunting me in ways she couldn't have planned. No doubt she has moved on without looking back but the chaos she left in my life still has me wanting to wring her neck after all this time. I managed to reach 49 without hating anyone and living and letting live, though I doubt if a live to be 250 I'll meet another person so small minded, mean spirited, petty, malicious and such a bare faced liar as her. This is a woman who insisted she was ethical, honest and full of integrity. Though I suppose part of the fault was my own. The moment she said she was a social worker I should have told her to take a hike. Having worked with them for years I have to admit I've never met one that has integrity and they are all two faced and what makes me retch the most is when they present themselves as 'doing a little good'. They are all self serving parasites and they all have issues, though my bete noir had more issues than most. Lust and infatuation are blinding. The only thing that stops me from topping her is that I know if there is life after death she'll be laughing her head off on the otherside at me being locked up for topping her.

Damn. Don't you just hate brown envelopes.

In fact, I bet she's the one that always trolls my poetry. She's petty like that. Though I have to admit I can be petty towards her but I have reason to be.

She's obviously up early this morning.

 

[flyguy69]

In fact, I bet she's the one that always trolls my poetry. She's petty like that. Though I have to admit I can be petty towards her but I have reason to be.

She's obviously up early this morning.

Is that her in your av?

 

[bogusbrig]

Is that her in your av?

I used to think she was beautiful then one morning I realised she looks something like your AV, only she has this spiteful curl to her thin mean lips and hate lines around her mouth and eyes.

 

[flyguy69]

I used to think she was beautiful then one morning I realised she looks something like your AV, only she has this spiteful curl to her thin mean lips and hate lines around her mouth and eyes.

The beard and mustache must have been a real turn-on!

 

[Maria2394]

oh Fly, Im just here mooning over your cro mag pic, I was so in love with the ancients when I was a kid,spent my lunch break from about 5th grade to 10th in the library taking notes about them in my own version of shorthand.

I found those notes years later, forgot my system of shorthand, so they are still a huge mystery to me. Wanna hear something kinda funny? I will expose my true geek self here. I took an anthropology class when I was in school a while back, loved it, LOVED it, anyway, at the end of the semester the prof posts grades with the last 4 numbers of the SS# on a list in descending order of final grades. My final grade was a 107.( she gave lots of extra credit)

well, I walked up behind two guys making fun of the geek at the top...I pretended I was somewhere in the middle and left smiling and feeling dumb, they were so HOT!!
I told my kids and they said, dummy, you shoulda done a happy dance right in front of them....

~~~~~
hey, I made up a new word, everybody!! okay, I dreamt it, and with a definition too


adj- palindromatic--- same coming as going, but in a flambouyant or excited way.


have a nice day, you guys, gonna go play in the snow we didnt have

 

[bogusbrig]

The beard and mustache must have been a real turn-on!

Talk about love being blind.

 

[flyguy69]

Girls always want to touch my heavy brow ridge.

But the hair on my back makes them all palindromatic.

oh Fly, Im just here mooning over your cro mag pic, I was so in love with the ancients when I was a kid,spent my lunch break from about 5th grade to 10th in the library taking notes about them in my own version of shorthand.

I found those notes years later, forgot my system of shorthand, so they are still a huge mystery to me. Wanna hear something kinda funny? I will expose my true geek self here. I took an anthropology class when I was in school a while back, loved it, LOVED it, anyway, at the end of the semester the prof posts grades with the last 4 numbers of the SS# on a list in descending order of final grades. My final grade was a 107.( she gave lots of extra credit)

well, I walked up behind two guys making fun of the geek at the top...I pretended I was somewhere in the middle and left smiling and feeling dumb, they were so HOT!!
I told my kids and they said, dummy, you shoulda done a happy dance right in front of them....

~~~~~
hey, I made up a new word, everybody!! okay, I dreamt it, and with a definition too


adj- palindromatic--- same coming as going, but in a flambouyant or excited way.


have a nice day, you guys, gonna go play in the snow we didnt have

 

[Maria2394]

Girls always want to touch my heavy brow ridge.

But the hair on my back makes them all palindromatic.

oh man, thats just SICK!!! LOLOLOL yep, that would get me going alright, straight for a razor and some whipped cream

 

[Maria2394]

oh no I didnt...

I MEANT shaving cream, is that Freudian slip? it scares me to thik that it might be...

 

[flyguy69]

oh no I didnt...

I MEANT shaving cream, is that Freudian slip? it scares me to thik that it might be...

LOL! Now that's palindromatic!

 

[Maria2394]

***********

 

[wildsweetone]

6 - 10/02/06

Well, the couch was nice. Red, with a little wood trim, facing an old brick fireplace that of course was empty but still had a spark spatter board in front. The tongue and grove wooden floor shone and the sun streamed in through a beautiful bay window that faced the main road.

No traffic noise seeped in through the wooden joinery, in fact, there were only three noises. One was soft music playing at a low level so you barely realised music was on. Utterly perfect level. The other, a noise I far preferred to try and block out. The third, I have to live with.

There was the scent of polish, probably the coffee table had been given the once over earlier in the day and no other scent. We sat, he trying to relax and me being a small calming influence beside him, giving him other things to think about for a few brief moments.

People wandered in and out. A receptionist wearing the startched white coverall suited to her position. I figured she must be a 'working' receptionist, helping out elsewhere when the demand required an extra pair of hands.

Everybody smiled. The Guy doing The Job spoke so fast I only caught one in every tenth word and spent half my time struggling to string together these single snippets into a coherent language in order to answer his questions. I usually have this difficulty with people from other countries, but this Guy was from here. His english was perfect, it's just that he didn't speak it by opening his mouth, which, considering his profession, was a little worrying at the beginning.

After they saw the two happy happy joy joy pills my brother had taken earlier in the day had actually worked (and worked really well) he was taken off down into the dungeon (a basement floor set up for the purpose) and within moments the sound of slow buzzing drills zapped me from the couch and sent me scurrying out the front door.

The wait in the car was fascinating. I've never sat in such comfort in my life (well, maybe once before). The seat could be adjusted to armchair angle, the stereo system worked from buttons on the steering wheel and at a glance I saw the outside temperature was 25 and adjusted the inside temp to 17. The slight coolness kept my head clear, ready for the poetry that soon covered several sheets.

All too soon the phone call came (an hour early!) and I collected him. He seemed very lucid and during the next single syllable connection I managed to find out that they hadn't knocked him completely out.

We had had weird conversations after he swallowed his happy pills earlier in the morning, but it was clear that his speech was going to be as bad as the dentists (and considering his mouth was full of wadding it was to be expected) so the trip home was a little quieter. Laughter seemed to cause him a little discomfort, so we concentrated on the traffic whizzing around and the new cd he flipped into the player.

Reflecting back, neither of us had ever seen a dental surgery like the one we'd been into today. And it sounds like in six weeks he'll be going back.

I hope I get to drive Ms Snazzy again. I'm sure he'll need the helping hand.

 

[Maria2394]

boink

 

[BooMerengue]

I love it when you talk dirty.

I love it when you talk dirty! Where have you been, Sommie???

 

[DeepAsleep]

boink

Oh, My GOD, is that your tit?

....

~R
<insert the sound of self abuse here>

 

[DeepAsleep]

What the hell am I doing?

~Ross
I was tempted to write my blog in the comment space, after my name, but that's reaching a bit far, I thought.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Melody is in Bulgaria. She teaches in Chirpan and for the few days she was home, she stayed pretty much in my bed. We made love over and over again and for me, it was something like a dream come true. She was the second girl I ever had sex with, and I've thought of her softly since I was fifteen.

Mel was a year ahead of me and she's always been more out of her head, out of her mind, outside her self and IN her surroundings than I can ever remember being. I've known her since I was in sixth grade and I'd had a crush on her since before I could remember. But we rode around in her car, talking about nothing and smoking cigarettes and laughing like it was the cure for cancer. I will always remember her behind the wheel of that stupid chevy, upturned nose punctuating every bent-forward giggle.

I was fifteen and I didn't know a vagina from a hole in the ground and she took me so slowly, with her sharp grey eyes. "Do you want me? You can have me." We rolled on my waterbed, trying to get some kind of rhythm, between waves that made me feel like laughing..

And then I didn't see her much, for seven years.

I'm twenty four, now and it's been nine years and some change since that day I was fifteen and she showed up all magical-like at my door, last month, masquerading as a friend of my roommate. She was home on break from the peace corps and we fell into place like we'd never stopped joyriding and smoking cigarettes we weren't old enough to buy for ourselves. Her eyes haven't ever changed, though she's gotten older and time's caught up with the lines around the girl I knew.

But she smiles and I'll never forget her, or the few nights we spent just before and after the new year, pretending that we were still fifteen and sixteen, sharing packs of cigarettes and each other's bodies.

I had the worst crush on you, Melody, my second hand harmony, and I never had the balls to tell you.

~Ross
Fuck off. I'm a sappy poet.

 

[Maria2394]

Oh, My GOD, is that your tit?

....

~R
<insert the sound of self abuse here>

yep, DA, its one of them

 

[DeepAsleep]

yep, DA, its one of them

......

"Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely.

Evil, come to tell ya that she's evil, most definitely..."

~R

 

[Maria2394]

......

"Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely.

Evil, come to tell ya that she's evil, most definitely..."

~R

oh no!! y boobie is NOt evil, not in the least. its very pettish, warm and loving. I promise you this, not an evil bone in my boobie

 

[DeepAsleep]

oh no!! y boobie is NOt evil, not in the least. its very pettish, warm and loving. I promise you this, not an evil bone in my boobie

There's a joke about putting an evil bone...

No. I'm not going there.

~R

 

[wildsweetone]

7 - 13/02/06

It’s a challenge you know
to write on demand
to put pen to paper,
fingertips to keyboard
and come up with something
worth reading. Who
is my Ideal Reader? Do I even
have one? Do I care? I’m stuck
in Haiku land watching
the world live around me
waiting and giving blessings
for the beauty and the ugliness
I see. Hiding from the torments
that seem designed to send me
plummeting far below
under the parched ground
where the worms, maggots
and cicada larvae live,
where they wriggle and writhe
in their journey to the top,
where I know they surface
just to drive me to distraction.
Who is really the top of the food
chain? It can’t be humans
because so much disturbs
our process of peace.
Where is the zen
in a cicada scream?
Where is the zen
in a mosquito call
as it buzzes around the ear
ready to land and suck the blood
from a limb? Where is the zen
in a day tortured from
dawn to dusk, shredded
from a semblance of serenity
into a cacophony of WWIII?
Where is the fucking zen?

 

[DeepAsleep]

It’s a challenge you know
to write on demand
to put pen to paper,
fingertips to keyboard
and come up with something
worth reading. Who
is my Ideal Reader? Do I even
have one? Do I care? I’m stuck
in Haiku land watching
the world live around me
waiting and giving blessings
for the beauty and the ugliness
I see. Hiding from the torments
that seem designed to send me
plummeting far below
under the parched ground
where the worms, maggots
and cicada larvae live,
where they wriggle and writhe
in their journey to the top,
where I know they surface
just to drive me to distraction.
Who is really the top of the food
chain? It can’t be humans
because so much disturbs
our process of peace.
Where is the zen
in a cicada scream?
Where is the zen
in a mosquito call
as it buzzes around the ear
ready to land and suck the blood
from a limb? Where is the zen
in a day tortured from
dawn to dusk, shredded
from a semblance of serenity
into a cacophony of WWIII?
Where is the fucking zen?

The Zen is not in it,
the Zen is it.
and it is not.

"This very moment."

 

[wildsweetone]

The Zen is not in it,
the Zen is it.
and it is not.

"This very moment."

i know.