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Posted: March 1st, 2006, 12:10 pm
by Doreen Peri
Well, I posted the original post for this thread in May of 2005. Mr./Ms. Glampers seems to have found it and kicked it back up again. That's the internet for ya!

It's been 9 months! And you're all still posting on the internet? You coulda made a baby by now or something else alive and beautiful!

Ohh..? You say you DID make something alive and beautiful during the past 9 months? What did you make? huh?

Diana Moon Glampers, I bet all your girlfriends miss your penis, too.

Posted: March 1st, 2006, 12:30 pm
by Diana Moon Glampers
Yeah took me nine months to work up the nerve to answer this one, cause that is one mean little bitch

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=904

:P

Posted: March 1st, 2006, 1:10 pm
by Arcadia
I like to read voices and maybe answer.

Posted: March 1st, 2006, 6:15 pm
by Diana Moon Glampers
the internet does not exist. it's just people.
yeah but what about all the creepy crawlers and spiders and bots?

Doreen that was a poor choice of words she is not mean, she is very sweet, but she is a feisty little bitch.

I notice a complete lack of emoticons on your reply, I wish you would run the banner with the out houses if you want to give me any sh*t. :wink:

Posted: March 2nd, 2006, 1:05 pm
by mousey1
Hey, Diana Moon Glampers

Why don't you take a long ramble

off a short pier!

ahhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

:lol: :wink: :lol:

Posted: March 2nd, 2006, 2:39 pm
by Diana Moon Glampers
Good idea, nice day for a swim, last one in is a rotten egg. 8)

On a totally unrelated subject :roll:



The Mouse That Roared,

Yes I loved that movie.
Also a political satire, The Mouse That Roared underscores Kubrick's potent critique of the world's dangerous nuclear game. Although made five years earlier at the same Shepperton Studios in England, The Mouse That Roared has many ingredients identical to Strangelove's -- Sellers in three corresponding roles (the bumbling queen, the conscientious soldier, the conniving politician), a nuclear threat, war, and political manipulation. But Jack Arnold's film is also very different, in its unfailing light heart. While it encourages you to chew over the same ideas, the taste is distinctively sweeter.
http://www.popmatters.com/film/reviews/ ... ared.shtml

keep on roaring my sweet four footed friend. :D

Posted: March 4th, 2006, 4:28 pm
by gypsyjoker
like to read voices and maybe answer.
Yes me too, but,,,

My voice is starting to sound too arogant to me. I think I been answering too much.

Posted: March 4th, 2006, 7:44 pm
by Arcadia
good point

Posted: March 5th, 2006, 5:30 pm
by stilltrucking
Yep

time for a little el breako

we are moving into spring pretty fast in south texas soon it will be monotomous day after day of almost unbearable heat and humidity

going to spend as much of march out soors as I can. Follow your example and take long walks with no particular destination.

I hope your fall is beautiful

in friend ship
jackie tilles

Posted: March 6th, 2006, 1:10 pm
by Ann Bingham
All of the above, for everyone.

deb.

Posted: March 6th, 2006, 2:31 pm
by K&D
hey, you know what they say about movements...and subcultures, you can tell there development by the language they create....do you think we've created our own language, certainly we have created a way of speaking in writting that is not formal...i don't know i'll have to think about this more.

what do you guys think? Dor?

Posted: March 16th, 2006, 8:10 am
by lenny
Because I don't know any other place to post! And the question itself is a little vague too, I think. A better question may be "Why do you post WHERE you post on the internet?" I post at poetry sites to get read. At political sites to be heard. At other sites, such as 'My Space.com' just for fun and because all of my four children post there too.

lenny

Posted: March 17th, 2006, 11:00 am
by stilltrucking
Image

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Thinking about laying on my death bed and full of regrets for all the things I did not accomplish with my life. And my last thoughts are happy because I remember th joy of owning those two cars.

KD

I listened to a show about meta fiction the other night. Apparently it goes back to the 16th century

http://fusionanomaly.net//jorgeluisborges.html

Nothing new I think he said, all we do is cut and paste what we have read

Posted: March 17th, 2006, 11:14 am
by Marksman45
I've been reading Borges lately. He had all of my ideas.

Posted: March 17th, 2006, 1:58 pm
by stilltrucking
NPR show last night called To The Best Of Our Knowledge they were talking about him.

I have got so lazy Mars, or in a hurry. Not sure what it is but I cop out all the time. I say to myself I am old I don't have time for that. No time for anything new. Bad habit I am trying to kick. Reminds me of a Ferlinghetti poem. I am trying not to lay down and die. Geezers slip away so easy. I should read Borges he sounds so interesting.

I lost the formating for the poem it reads better the way F formated it. I am so happy to see another spring and to be able to feel it and breathe it in. I don't mind watching that train full of lovers go bye. I am happy to be alive. Borges said reading is more important then writing. I hardly read anymore. I am half way thru The Plot Against America. I may actualy finish it. If I do it will be the first book I have read this year. I owe edog a debt for turning me onto it.

Just as I used to say
love comes harder to the aged
becasue the've been running
on the same old rails too long
they miss the turn
and burn up the wrong rail while
the gay caboose goes flying
and the steamengine driver don't recognize
them new electric horns
and the aged run out on the rusty spur
which ends up in
the dead grasss where
the rusty tincans and bedsprings and old razor
blades and moldy mattresses
lie
and the rail breaks off dead right there
though the ties go on awhile
and the aged
say to themelves
Well this must be the place
we were to supposed to lie down
and they do
while the bright saloon careens along away
on a high
hilltop
its windows full of bluesky and lovers
with flowers
their long hair streaming
and all of them laughing
and waving and
whispering to each other
and looking out and
wondering what that graveyard
where the rails end.