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29 March, 2012 at 9:45 pm #490744
+ I saw what you just did there . . . .
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29 March, 2012 at 9:34 pm #490742@a certain sadness wrote:
I couldnt get in touch with you, i tried everything.
well you obviously didn’t try hard enough did you ? I was waiting at Clapham Junction with a red carnation stuck up my nose like a normal person, but you only had eyes for that new knock-kneed typist with the wondrous babylons from Floor 3.
Hate it when you do that and think that somehow life may not be worth living. But then I remember my tellytubbie CD collection and pretty soon I’m prancing again like a good ‘un to the smoky tones of Toyah Wilcox.
and Jen – you might want to re-do that post. Self-contradiction may be the latest fashion where you hang out but this is a public message board; you have a duty to your discerning fanbase.
Trust me, ‘Rock ‘n Roll’ has always meant exactly the same thing . . . . . .
:lol:
29 March, 2012 at 8:43 pm #140200” And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”
” So we’re drinking and we’re dancing, and the band is really happening, and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high. And my very sweet companion, she’s the Angel of Compassion, and she’s rubbing half the world against her thigh.”
” Hello it’s me. I’m not at home. If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone.”
” They carved your name into the stone and then, they put it in the ground, I run my fingers through the grooves, when no one’s around. Drink till I am sick and then I talk to myself in the dog days of the summer; then I feel you coming but I don’t know how”
” I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me “you must not ask for so much.” And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried out to me – hey why not ask for more?”
” Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one, I’ve got a feeling…this year’s for me and you. So happy Christmas. I love you baby, I can see a better time, when all our dreams come true.”
” My love’s bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you keep drivin’ me back.”
” My love she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence, she doesn’t have to say she’s faithful, yet she’s true, like ice, like fire. People carry roses, make promises by the hours, my love she laughs like the flowers, Valentines can’t buy her.”
” Early one morning the sun was shining, I was laying in bed, wondering if she’d changed at all, if her hair was still red.”
” But there aint no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box.”
” In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade; and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame….I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains…”
” Don’t remind me of my failures, I have not forgotten them.”
” Yes, I received your letter yesterday, (about the time the door knob broke), when you asked how I was doing, was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention yes I know them, they’re quite lame, I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name. Right now I can’t read too good, don’t send me no more letters no, not unless you mail them, from Desolation Row.”
” Mama bought a chicken thought it was a duck, put it on the table with its legs sticking up.”
” I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, she tried to take me upstairs for a ride, she had to heave me right across her shoulder, ’cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind. “
” We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.”
” Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean, now you wear your skin like iron, your breath as hard as kerosene. You weren’t your mama’s only boy, but her favourite one it seems, she began to cry when you said goodbye, and sank into your dreams.”
” The pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handle”
” I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the heart of the matter, but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter; but I’m thinking about forgiveness, forgiveness, even if you don’t love me anymore.”
” The man on the corner wants 11 dollar bills and you only got ten”
” Babs and Clean Willie were in love they said, so in love the preacher’s face turned red; soon everybody knew the thing was dead. He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night. She go crazy, got to make a getaway, Papa say…..Oh – no hesitation, no tears and no hearts breakin’, no remorse, oh – congratulations, this is your Haitian Divorce.”
” All we hear is radio ga ga, radio goo goo, radio ga ga.”
” I know that’s hard to believe, but there are people you meet; they’re into something that is too big to be expressed, through their clothes, and they’ll put up with all the poses you throw, and you won’t even know. That they’re not sizing you up, they know your mom f***ed you up, or maybe let you watch too much TV. But they’ll still look in your eyes to find the human inside, you know there’s always something in there to see. “
” The road goes on forever, and the party never ends.”
29 March, 2012 at 7:27 am #472580@Bad Manners wrote:
Fastcars “This site will be here as long as Im on the planet, or until someone pisses me off, Oi stop pissing me off, right that’s it” Boom
Well aren’t you the petty one.
If fastcars wants to park up the bike clips then that’s his prerogative. What did you expect – an announcement in The Times ?‘Twas a good site, a little haven of free speech that cost us nothing, with some unique characters.
Well done to all involved.
=D> =D> =D>
22 March, 2012 at 1:19 am #490736@a certain sadness wrote:
It seems the sarcasm levels have reached a peak on here at the moment.
Have they ?
When did this happen and why wasn’t I informed ?
22 March, 2012 at 1:17 am #490650@panda12 wrote:
It’s hard dealing with them in my “every day” job.
As a Mortuary Technician, I find it hard.
do you now . . . . . . .
You’re so full of crap that . . . . . .. .. erm i dunno.Let that be a lesson to you……. :evil:
10 March, 2012 at 2:28 am #486894@jen_jen wrote:
Not all links are harmless, my laptop is still recovering from me clicking on a link in a joke email, but that link is harmless…isn’t it funny how you feel like your right arm has been cut off when you lose your pc for a little while?
Not sure Jen.
Dunno about you, but I’ve been googling hermaphrodite extra-terrestial po/rn a lot lately. All was going well until my laptop was seized by both Mulder and Scully, and that’s the he-and-the-she-of-it.
Still have my right arm though.
10 March, 2012 at 1:59 am #490263@blossom‘ wrote:
@irish_lucy wrote:
A fat joint washed down with a cup of tea.
I actually replied to this, then deleted it.
At first I thought you were referring to the ‘smoking’ kind of joint but then wondered what the cup of tea had to do with that kind of joint and realised you were referring to ‘meat’You’re not the sharpest tool in Homebase are you ?
Maybe Lucy was just referring to a ‘fat joint’ and a ‘cup of tea’ and nothing more. So belay your carnivorous instincts. I’d make do with a simple cuppa.
Death by execution these days, after decades of appeal, involves such a cocktail of mind-numbing drugs that they should really be putting rape and murder on the syllabus.
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10 March, 2012 at 1:25 am #490286@eva licious wrote:
Today is International womans day.
What woman inspires you either in your life, someone youve read about or perhaps a celeb ?.Me mum.
Fought cancer for years, while helping, and I mean really helping, those suffering from it. Or old age. Sometimes it’s the same thing you know.
I never read about her, nor was she an international celeb but . . . . . . . she’s a tiny wee bit inspirational. When I think of her now I feel full of porridge and strength. It was so strange not getting a card last xmas !
Every time I visit the grave the sun shines with a knowing and patient look at my silliness.
In fact, I can’t get over how much it shines every time.20 February, 2012 at 7:34 pm #278189.
it is at moments after i have dreamed of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy)i have deemed with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds the genuine apparition of your smile(it was through tears always)
and silence moulds such strangeness as was mine a little while;moments when my once more illustrious arms are filled with fascination,
when my breast wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
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