New topic
Printablestarkitty said: JDINTERACTIVE said:  That poem is sooo about me and not you.What a quandary... I can always pretend to be JD and Althom, if that would cause enough anguish to further your literary pursuits. | |
- E-mail - orgNote -  Report post to moderator |
TheFrog said: starkitty said: What a quandary... I can always pretend to be JD and Althom, if that would cause enough anguish to further your literary pursuits. Role playing can be fun. You're enough man to be all three? | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
starkitty said: TheFrog said: I can always pretend to be JD and Althom, if that would cause enough anguish to further your literary pursuits. Role playing can be fun. You're enough man to be all three? Tripod's my middle name. | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
TheFrog said: starkitty said: Role playing can be fun. You're enough man to be all three? Tripod's my middle name. Oh hell yeah. I'm on it like a hornet, babydoll. | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
Hooray! Like a hornet as well.
In your face everyone else in the world.  | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
. [This message was edited Sun Apr 18 12:49:08 2004 by shausler] | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
| Moderator
|
Anxiety said: NO DON'T DO IT, HORRIBLE THINGS WILL HAPPEN!!!!
  
Ohh purple joy oh purple bliss oh purple rapture! REAL MUSIC by REAL MUSICIANS - Prince "I kind of wish there was a reason for Prince to make the site crash more" ~~ Ben |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
moderator
TheFrog said: Hooray! Like a hornet as well.
In your face everyone else in the world. Put your finger away sonny. It offends me with its scampi and lemon stench.  | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
JDINTERACTIVE said: TheFrog said: Hooray! Like a hornet as well.
In your face everyone else in the world. Put your finger away sonny. It offends me with its scampi and lemon stench. It actually smells of poo.  Scampi and lemon flavoured poo, fair enough, but poo all the same. | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
Nice poem!
(I also enjoyed the playful banter between JD and Althom... ) | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
TheFrog said: Hooray! Like a hornet as well.
In your face everyone else in the world. We'll be the dynamic duo, with costumes and everything. Kitty and The Frog. We may need permits. | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
starkitty said: speak.
little things can make you feel crazy i know i'm not crazy sometimes i amaze me for 5 whole days impatient i wait break it down into hours one twenty, you're late break it down into minutes if i were inclined seven thousand two hundred still fogging my mind break it down into seconds each tick i endure three hundred thirty two thousand no less, no more the tallies go up with more silence from you but i wait for i know what pushing will do so i wait so i wait i wait because there is no choice this waiting would cease with the sound of your voice but you don't even email, page or call i beg for your scraps, i'd take any and all still silence you know what's crazy? crazy would be getting in my car, driving hundreds of miles to see your face in the flesh what's crazier still we've not physically met i don't know if we will still we've connected hard, deep and strong you woke something in me that slumbered so long then to you, it felt wrong your passion and desire to guilty conscience gave way i wanted you to stay i want you to stay but you're gone. five days now turning to six the silence is deafening these seconds, their ticks little things make me crazy like a ton of email but none from the one channeled to no avail remember the days you could not get enough? maybe my shine wore off or my edges got rough or you found something else to occupy your time so i cling to the past and in my head press rewind trying my damndest to ignore this glacier in my chest ripping out from the inside alone in my mess little things make me crazy the falling of night analyzation, semantics who's wrong, who's right the five becomes six the distance becomes real these tears become me this hurt does not heal little things make me crazy i'm pondering the sore i would rip this wound open pray you infect me once more to my bones, to my core but you're not here anymore so i count seconds, minutes, hours, days resigned to the ways time and silence persist to faze me that you continue to amaze me and you still drive me crazy. 5-30-03 Very beautiful.  | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |
Thanks, July. Also - thanks for the welcome (above).
OH, and thanks Azure. I didn't see you earlier. | |
| - E-mail - orgNote - Report post to moderator |