Mysteria wrote: Could the black boxes have more lines. I'd love that....
I think they do allow more characters now than they used to.....could always use more, though. It does force me to be less verbose.....
"Hair". I saw it performed in Chicago in the early seventies and had a wonderful night that included a hand job after.....
I'm down with that idea too. Can I bring my drink or will there be a concession stand?
I've always been at heart an optimistic mofo with a vibrant sense of the absurdity of it all and I think that's necessary to be any kind of "happy". The world we live in is acting like a Kurt Vonnegut novel, quickly trying to eat it's own tail, so if ya take it too seriously you absolutely will end up depressed, or self-medicating, or REALLY self-medicating. I'll be 62 this month. The only downside to middle age that I see is that Nature has reserved a shitload of dirty tricks for us as we age. A few nights ago I learned firsthand what "sleep paralysis" is. Ever heard of that? Google it, it's a fuckin' hoot. Ya wake up and can't move anything. Surprise!!!!! As someone once said, "gettin' old ain't for sissies."
What Poppet said. I don't know WHY I have a compulsion to write yet, except that I used to fuck around when I was way younger and then laid off for decades to raise a family, pursue a career, etc. I guess I started when I first came to Lush several years ago and read some of the stuff and realized, as Steph sorta hinted at in his subtle way, that hell, I CAN DO BETTER than that guy. So then the creative juices started to flow. Oh, and I also found a room here where they show dirty pictures, so that was cool, too.
I can get my head up my ass, and frequently do, but not my schlong.
Bobbie for apples on Halloween
reality bites the big one
Move on over. Billy got this.
Just noticed that Laura Lee posted this one a few pages ago now. That's ok; it's such a good poem it deserves multiple postings....
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
--e.e. cummings
hundreds of times. It's not easy being me.....
"Miracles" by Jefferson Starship, "Love to love you, baby (the long, "orgasm" version) " by Donna Summer. "You make me high" by Toni Braxton. "You can leave your hat on" by Randy Newman. "Besame Mucho" by Andrea Bocelli, "Strokin'" by Clarence Carter
answer that goddamn motherfucking telephone!
It would be a nice change of pace, I think. yes, to above.