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![]() ![]() Hey forgot to ask... how's the signature contest going? Are you winning? |
#2
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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. |
#3
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![]() This is the prize:
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. -- Joseph Conrad blech!! |
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![]() 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. |
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![]() 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. Last edited by clyde : 09-13-2010 at 10:11 PM. |
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![]() God she is nuts.
Still trying to grok. |
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![]() 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. |
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![]() She could have been an Indians/Browns fan.
Anoher possible. |
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![]() Wait a minute...is =5's last name Plath?
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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? |
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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. |