04-30-2008, 02:11 PM | #46 |
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04-30-2008, 02:27 PM | #47 |
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Wait a minute, that's Gabrielle's shade of lipstick!
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04-30-2008, 02:41 PM | #48 |
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Not to worry, true to character, I "didn't enjoy it." And lest you doubt me, "Why should I want to make anything up? Life's bad enough as it is without wanting to invent anymore of it."
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04-30-2008, 03:23 PM | #49 |
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04-30-2008, 03:47 PM | #51 |
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I would never USE it, of course. It would be incumbent upon the collective you to emotifactor it into my posts. But, assuming the Powers that Be adopt it, at least it now exists. While my most of my brain is in hyperspace, at least now my smilies aren't metaphysical.
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Being ahead of the rest of the world certainly has its advantages. Unfortunately these usually amount to nothing more valuable than producing such cultural necessities as Air Supply and Men At Work, inventing barbed wire, and divining which Beatles classic Brooke will butcher next. |
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http://youtube.com/watch?v=sQqeidrlDyw Now I'm more in love than ever....... |
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Boy -- that was a thread killer. Ignore the lady swooning in the corner (he's still cuuuute!) and read some poetry instead. NOT by me, but a childhood favorite. Which works best in print, rather than verbally:
If an S and an I and an O and a U With an X at the end spell "sue"; And an E and a Y and an E spell "I", Pray, what is a speller to do? Then if also an S and an I and a G With an H - E - D spell "Side" There is nothing on earth for a speller to do But go and commit SiouxEyeSighed. |
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Not mine either, but I like it:
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I like this limerick, cuz it doesn't LOOK like a limerick:
A mosquito cried out in pain: "A chemist has poisoned my brain!" The cause of his sorrow was para-dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane [paraDichloroDiphenylTrichloroethane is the the full name for DDT] |
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through the kitchen window
neighbor's young wife... clouds cover the moon |
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"The Ancient Man"
A man there lived,of whom I know,god knows how I avail To tell the tale,of how this man,lived in his merry way. He came from states at Northern lakes and often did he say „Nor beast nor man,nor thing twice damned,a hand upon him may lay in wait to slay his Great,as he would often call. Be on your watch,he said,or scotch,i tell this to you all.“ He hunted in the shermans wood,oh lord if I only may To avail to say,how he there stood,and gaspeth upon his prey He took the bones,and made them tools,for play and for his kin, He threw them to the dogs he did,with many a merry sing He took the skin and cut it deep,while hanging on a pole, He made it reek,five feet around,his all-dreaded dome He took the blood,and made it rise,for lamb or bear or newborn child, He treausured as a prise He cut and filled his lonely tub,and did within it bathe And none who came and saw him thus,could scarcely be as brave To but a word of acusition breathe,when they remember stil, How this one man,silent as a lamb,poured blood out to his kin They said he came then to his bed and a great night there would lie As though he knew ,not beast or prey,could ever make him die And often times,through lonely skies,great cries were heard anew This old man then,was told in spite,to oft amongst them brew He cried his words in lonely tongues No ears could ever stand And a damn horrid sight it was For one who did be there a-strand‘ This befel one John Canine,from Albertstown,was sure He came to town,to look for work,to work there was his due But at no doors did they lend him oars,listen to him at all For all there feared that him from the breed, of that strange man „of the fall“ For at many times,so lonely sights,some strange men often came To see the man,whom they all damned,but did not dare him shame They draged about,all torn and out of them their spirits came As if they had naught left,but to spread HIS fame And often did they come anon and strange there sounds did come And the old man then would go to bed,while the other was surely gone And none had seen him take his leave,though all had see him enter And all knew well there was no hope,when steped bellow that shelter And all did fear that ancient man,who God himself forgot For a wretch as great as he,could surely not be wrought From conciounsce of the Lord above,nor did he ever stray Into the church,bellow the cross,nor did he ever pray And long his nails and filled with dirt, And mud and sudd upon him lay,upon his bloodied shirt Surely he was a dirty man,by body and by soul But none ere dared to speak alloud,the wish of people all That ancient man then did there live,so long as I do know And not a trace of dying grace ever apeared upon his brow He would often sit at Gorman’s lake and often would he call At night to frogs,at day to snakes,for sure he loved them all And his kin they were,all men did think, For surely this old man No earthly drink Could ever waste,to such a horrid damn But this man Canine knew him not And came to him to plea He surely did nor know What beyond those doors did rott But when he cried,oh lord,he pried, the door full and a jar And he found the man there huddled stil,within his hands a jar And there within a heart stil beating,as that it was yet in bloom The youngster froze,while in his blood,the anger made to boom And he took a shovel from the ground and battered with all his might And he killed the man all did fear,and rid us of his might But ere he could dipose the corpse,the corpse upon him lay,and hands did grasp upon his throat,in many a hideous way And the young man did tear the corpse,yet stil it at him blew,till all at lenght,at sixteen eight His soul all from him flew And the man who was the corpse ,there erect did stand and to me he did oustretch his utter horrid hand „Listen man,whether wise or damned be ye hear my tale,so full of ave,of dreadfull melanchony I was a man who lived in pain and in anger God did spurn, Then from the heavens came a sound and its voice upon me burn And from the voice I knew full well ANOTHER God did speak Then ever Milton dared record,within his master-streak And HE spoke to me,who was ye Pan And made me do his will For one hundred years I was to do ill And by his vision peigned And if I shall then at a time, Uncertain at all acords,to me and all of mine, Slay him who would afore slay me, Then surely the wretched I Would be free from this mine rhyme And surely as was said,free for all of time And secrets great and monstrosely bread He would show me beneath the sea But how my heart now acheth with A stern melancholy For I shallt never see again A human face drawn near All I shall now at all times behold There at all be a thousandfold Strange things within the rear And to those lands Where a city stands sunken bellow the sea I shall be hauled And shall maraud Ye great eternal deep Then with this,ye fearfull wretch Hear me whilst I speak My parting song to all mankind,whom long I have despised And know ye reek, that with your eyes You never shall see me part.“ And with this the man did fell And there he lay in heaps And soon it came upon the folk To burn that house of tears And wood they gathered all around But when that house did smoke We hear all around a smouldering sound As of a soul thath be not smothe And riseth from Hell to lands beyond The grasp of which I sure have not But which itself shall master soon And reign without a doubt. |
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A little piece I wrote (I stole the first stanza from yet another fraud) for my daughters one Friday afternoon after they both had spent a particularly cold and icy week of their freshman year at their respective colleges. Sorry I can't do much better.
You'll remember the Cat in the Hat Who got those kids in such trouble. They were sent to boarding school Right on the double. You see, Thing One and Thing Two Had eaten all the food. The fish finally tattled About them being so rude. Now the Things are in college To learn something new. How to be smart about stuff And how to think things through. But a long week's gone by With ice and with cold. My girls have struggled hard. College life is gettin' old. Miss Laura at Drake And Miss Sarah at Trinity Need to let go some steam But not to infinity. So try to be nice and make not a mess, But it's a good time now To relieve all that stress. Just pack up your books, Put away all those notes. It's party time now. Be sure to wear your coats! |
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Not bad at all!
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