You have always been a pretty girl in your actions to me.

I could have said that better...but oh well.




And for that reason....I will never reveal ,in public, my personal noodle film library about you.

Oh....................:{>::{>::{>::{>:

rule-eng en leff-eng!!

Moths, huh?

Gee I can think of better things to...

Never mind.

You do realize that this post follows one by MaTH, don't you?

It almost look as though, ummm... :eek:

Oh mine Got!!



If you only knew!!!!

!

I know.


He got in the way.....but then, he always does.






By the by....yours I may make public.


;)

:D

Hey forgot to ask... how's the signature contest going?

Are you winning?

!!



Thanks for reminding me,Gooey.


Am dropping out..have to erase.

I asked Stevie what the 1st place prize would be.

Give me a minute, will show you what it is.

This is the prize:






All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. -- Joseph Conrad







blech!!

Very good, Sir. I shall return a bit later.

In the meantime I had to find something earlier today and i came across this so thought I'd share.

It's by Sylvia Plath and called Mad Girls Love Song.


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Thought you'd think it was interesting.

I know you're the most Robert Frost type but I'd never read this one... wondered if you had or not.

Good deal.


I liked this..had not read before.

Let me let it sink in, may be imagery stuff ..and such, but I think this apparent.

Maybe not.



But I like it enough to keep reading to see if I keep getting.

In any case...is good stuff.

God she is nuts.


Still trying to grok.

I'm thinking she was suffering from depression....and had to make up an imaginary lover.

Maybe based on one who threw her into depression.


Obvioulsy she had a great self induced orgasm .




And then she got old ...and now looks back.Is still depressed.

She could have been an Indians/Browns fan.



Anoher possible.

Wait a minute...is =5's last name Plath?

!!




ror!!...get outta heah you!!

Actually she killed herself when she was 30.

A messed up way too... stuck her head in an oven and turned on the gas.

Let's talk about something happy now, shall we?

I don't know... puds?

..make a wish...have an innocent dream...

..catch a fish......in an effervescent stream...




Goodnightypoo-kins



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qjo15n0mGU

Can't get to sleep..came back.

Sorry to hear about the girl..the poyem did sound kind of dark.

Asst. Coach Pants did have a reaction to your pud remark.




I have a different one.

It has to do with your lovely mouth, but I can't get too specific... so will leave it at that.

Gooey..I had to look her up.That Wikepdia place has a lot about her.Was really interesting as she was really,really good.

Interesting concept.

Deborah..cum with me ..whoa!!


eauxh mine Got!!




..so solly..




Deborah...come with me,come and fly with me throughout and beyond snowy woods.

Make your thoughts equal mine....and let us be-----together?

Yes.




Together.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeRitbMOZEs&feature=fvw

I will now make a selection from my fine noodle film library.


It will be one about Gooey.







:)

GET OUT! THESE ARE OUR WOODS NOW!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZW2ghemn9UQ

This noodle film takes place in Gooey's kitchen.

The kitchen is square and it's about 7:OOPM.She has served the evening swill and is standing in a corner of the kitchen.The kiddies are displaced in tv and computer rooms,munching on her fine offering.

The odd thing...there is a bright ceiling light on in this kitchen, yet for some reason Gooey and her corner is cast in shadow,but we can still discern this pretty girl....she has on a light blue,simple ,throw on cotton dress..replacing her I Am Not Me day labor clothes.Her plate lays next to her on a counter..half picked over.She stares one of those far off stares.

At this point, I think someone would like to play a new composition... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgXimdc4UIc


...and so...let's soak it in for 2 minutes or so.





































The camera now zooms slowly in on her face.Even though in shadow,we can still see her striking features.


And what strikes us most is...she looks so sad.


Forlorn.

Her eyes moisten.

And soon tears start to leave them.


Let's hold this view.










Because we do notice a long seguey.....a so slow one, as her sad face begins to brighten ever so slightly...ever so softly.........to a Mona Lisa like smile.


An artists hint of a happy thought.





The camera backs off, slow and easy.

And Gooey fades into deeper shadow.

But that little smile doesn't.....and that makes us happy.

stop scaring me!!

Am now taking on what I thought I would not...but the end of the riddle seems near.I think we are where it was all leading.

A new film...with just the sound and words for now.



Maybe take a few hours...and maybe not.

Let's watch.

Should be fun

Thank you, kind Sir, for my scene.

:D

Thank you...thank you very much.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pbso85eeNo






us, and them
for us, there were too many of..them.

me, and you.
and you know...i was expecting you

the curve of the body as it turned away
has died and died
and the signs of the times, like the names in the books
now all point to you,and only you
one,then two
and i know which is which ,and who is who.



you're up,then down
like all those trips i took, sleeping sound


you fight for your life,too young to die
those around you.. cry
listen to me, there is a place for you here
there's room for you inside.














really, the car i knew it meant something..and those others..all of them..
you are the same make and model,you know?..i recognize you now..it can't be a mistake...it a switch has to be made, i will do it...i offered it....listen to me and breathe the air,that is there....to make you well...i have nothing else to do,anymore...



































































i....can't see you
but i will think of you,with the funny man inside here


but....i can be you
and what's the difference anyway?



play my movies that i send to you
think with me and you will be all right
and when you are...you look for that car
that goes out of sight

You are an uncultured barrel.

I apologize to all the uncultured barrels out there.




I ddin't really mean it.