Somewhere out there, there's a senile old purple rinse who smells of cabbages, refuses to be bathed, and has "My Trip To Prague" printed across her floral cotton nightdress. I'm about to look after her.
Hostile? No. Hilarious? Hopefully. Enjoy.
12 July 2007
Where You Love From.
You've so distracted me, Your absence fans my love. Don't ask how.
Then you come near. "Do not..." I say, and "Do not...," you answer.
ekke: wow. you're so classy you get me all hot under the collar.
revo: one has to melt it slowly.
mark: yes. yes you're right. we *did* actually share a stolen kiss. she stole shit and then kissed me goodbye.
kyk: but sweetie, *every* day was stilettos only in this stripper filled house.
infini: you can definitely stay. just don't get used to the mush. the number of emails i've received enquiring as to my mental status of late. sigh. peasants indeed.
Where is xGW and what have you done with her?
ReplyDeleteAh. A poetic way of saying absence makes the heart grows fonder. Er. I think. I never was good at poetry .... :)
ReplyDeleteIt's the Sock Monkey, isn't it?
ReplyDeletekyk: gotta keep everyone on their toes and what better way than to quote a little bit of rumi on a thursday morning?
ReplyDeleteparenthesis: the wonder of poetry is that it's so mysteriously personal. we all read different things into it.
mrs b: do *not* get me started woman.
you're loving the Rumi right now. You're right though, it is awesome.
ReplyDeleteI think I just felt something inside me twitch.
ReplyDeleteTurns out it was gas.
But nice poem honey... ;)
Stop talking to your chocolate, just eat it!!
ReplyDeleteIt's the skank stripper isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI thought I detected some passion there...
Possibly. You could also declare a "stilettos only" day.
ReplyDeleteah you philistines, you peasants
ReplyDeletecan you not resonate with those words for just one moment? read them and go "aaah"
thanks XGW
exactly what I needed to read today.
betenoir: yip, *so* lovin' it.
ReplyDeleteekke: wow. you're so classy you get me all hot under the collar.
revo: one has to melt it slowly.
mark: yes. yes you're right. we *did* actually share a stolen kiss. she stole shit and then kissed me goodbye.
kyk: but sweetie, *every* day was stilettos only in this stripper filled house.
infini: you can definitely stay. just don't get used to the mush. the number of emails i've received enquiring as to my mental status of late. sigh. peasants indeed.
All I need is a tophat and monocle, I'll out-classy the Monopoly guy...
ReplyDeletethanks xGW!
ReplyDelete*unpacks thongs*
;p
ekke: abso-frikken-lutely.
ReplyDeleteinfini: careful, these boys will be all over you before you can even say "does the room come with a pole?"
meh, in their dreams, I hate buttfloss, was just teasing the peasants ;p
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