sometimes it's just so amusin'... not to stand in the waitin' room. only if i could wish to clear my intentions just like i clear my throat... n' no matter how vague they might be... just the mere thoughts of all the could-be's are strong enough to drive me crazy. sometimes i press the letters in the keyboard like they play a piano n' i don't understand why. thinkin' of burnin' hot skin n' eyes lookin' at the right hand side of the menu makes me smile. i sincerely feel wantin' to grab a cute ass is just an expression of honesty n' not bein' pervert. findin' silo wasn't so bright today... but oh how my heart longs for a cabana n' i wonder when i find it.
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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Ah ha!
Now I get you (not).
You are in lurv! Ah, how it must feel like to love and be loved in return! Just what you are feeling right now I suppose. Typical characteristics of people in love:
They are hard to understand
They always speak in the subjunctive mood, the ‘could be’ thoughts
Thinks of burning hot skins and eyes looking at the right hand side of menu (I never understood why)
Thinks of grabbling the cute arse of the beloved
Heart longs for a cabana
Hehe
I suppose you fulfill all the requirements.
Hehe
Yours Knowingly
Johney
I forgot to add
not to stand in the waitin' room
I suppose you meant the “refreshment room” of Brief Encounter fame. On the contrary I the waiting room makes perfect sense in your case.
Typical characteristics of people in love
..laughin' aloud... louder than loud!!
p.s. not sure of anythin' else.. but yeah.. someone must be or was in "love" to know so much about it in such depths. admiration is all i have for you! wish i could fathom those feelings like you do!!!
Ah, pardon moi!
Someone? A coded reference to moi? But if only that were true. Unfortunately love is not for ordinary people and I am one. It is too good for us. Alright, if you are not in love, then you are about to be in love or at least you want to be so much in love or you are devastated by a failed love? You are as inscrutable as the French! Why don’t we leave all the impalpable and abstruse guile of your and just say what we want to in an explicitly artless form?
“Happy is England
Sweet her artless daughters”
.. ha! whatever you say reminds me of the lady who looks into the crystal ball n' sees the future n' the past.. your prophecies amuse me just like you do!
p.s. explicitness doesn't exist... whatever we know is just a feelin' that we know.. sometimes we die with that feelin'... sometimes the feelin' dies before we do.
-laughs a soft gentle laugh-
You begin to see with a keen eye. Indeed, I perceive the visions from my sightless eye, peering into the clouded mist of the past and the future and sometimes the present. But prophecies they are not.
“He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me…”
- Hart ( Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered)
How so cunningly you use words to the effect that you intend to. Under the guise of disguise you throw out the things openly. It is true though. There is nothing called explicitness in your small world.
Sometimes you are quire insufferable, sometimes you are mildly alluring, and sometimes are you are very wise. It all makes you the perfect stranger to know around. And all these makes you quite human, which I have been most failing.
Yours Imperturbably
Johney
i'm still confused as to how did i miss this place
ah...forget that
how are you ?
dear desperado,
forget that
oh no i won't. YOU HAVE MISSED THIS PLACE.. just can't expect to get out of that so easily. i mean you'd want to forget that.. can accept that... but you'd want me to let you forget that.. not happenin'.. infact i think i'll send you an email everyday remindin' you how you've missed this place n' further.. you wanted to forget about it.
do you still get sleep in the nights? i mean how.. don't you have a conscience! i mean ever heard the words abandonin'.. forsakin'.. this is the exact ocassion where all your theoretical examples should come into some practical form!!
unforgivingly yours,
d'yer mak'er
"infact i think i'll send you an email"
...well do tht den...its been long..realy long since i got a mail from you...miss dem
yeah i think you should.. i mean that's how i think things should be... when the good things walk out of your life one day.... you should feel their absence for a long time if not forever!!!!! miss them!!!!!!!!!!
-talks to self-
Big words were spoken and bigger deeds promised. Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
fine
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