Post something on it...poems,pcitures,etc.

lol...
too graphic...

careydevi said:

How so?

hehehe...nm
Give me poems.

careydevi said:

Love is great
Love is good
Love is perfect..
when it gives me wood!

How's that?

wood?

Wood usually IS the begining of life!

I'd love to take a certain orger here and live out every sexual fantasy he's ever had.

lol...

Mine would be at the garden...

Sweeny79 said:

Whoa. Ok I'm officially jealous of the lucky bastard...

NovaAngel said:

Sweeny79 said:

And who would that be? :MAd2:

sinisterpentatonic said:

I told you who it was already!But your my second choice

Sweeny79 said:

I do not want any sloppy seconds

sinisterpentatonic said:

sorry

here's some lovin' by The Sundays:

Love
picture myself as a thin white child
back to the day I was born on
they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind
I've felt better
I've felt worse
this is my life and it's all very well but never again

as they say "we've been robbed"
and don't you know that this time

love, just love yourself like no one else
love, it's enough
they can say what they like but they still can't take that

distance myself from the things I'd like but
everyone has something I need
don't let me wake up & find
all those others leaving me behind
if you don't have a clue about life
then I'm happy to say neither have I
although I'm not going to shrug my shoulders & suck my thumb
this time

cos there's something I deserve

love, just love yourself like no one else
love, it's enough
they can say what they like but they still can't take that

picture my house in a postcard town
picture a bomb in the sky
history at the door who could ask for more?
I've felt better
so kill me with love
just love yourself like no one else
time's so scarce where I come from
let them say what they like cos they still can't take your love

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art - John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

hmm...is it possible that someone can be afriad of being intimate with someone? like does it come naturally?!

careydevi said:

of course it is possible you can be afraid of anything you want!

I love this painting.

WOW! Great Picture!!
[This message was edited Tue Jun 17 21:56:46 PDT 2003 by Chico319]

Chico319 said:

Thanks!
I see by your mermaid pic u like boris 2.

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis


-e. e. cummings

Sweeny79 said:

Sure do!

Loving you is like a song I replay every three minutes and thirty seconds of everyday - Lauryn Hill