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I think you're beautiful too, Jack
broken up and battered around, we all human
and if we've a natural tendency to have a tender spirit, which you do have.
I can't figure it all out, that's true, but on attendance it's a luxury to have my spirit hanging out with yours.

I'm sorry first for the broken kids and recollection of being battered, but it's what we do with our monsters, might make a better world for some lonely spirits if we heal or try to attempt improvements, which I see from yours, an inclination to spread health, knowledge and truly nice with the ladies.

If I can be of any help in healing, well then we're healing each other a little bit more each day. A good start to Thanksgiving, I'm thankful to friendship.

Best Friends 4-Eva

“Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.”—Virginia Woolf

I don’t think I am unusual among quirkyalones when I say that friendship has always come more naturally to me than romantic love.

http://quirkyalone.net/index.php/book/s ... nds-4-eva/

Monsters R us.
Seems like the older I get, the happier I was as a child.
The blessings of longevity.

You know I'd make you a friendship bracelet,
just tell me your favorite colors.

First thoughts from just a moment ago...
here we go, it's a duck, duck, goose... and you're IT, it every time I'm it. ppp

What I'm gaming is...
You wanted an Alice, you the producer or movie maker with a wand, so you wanted Alice, you set the stage, dimmed the lights and cued the cheshire cat, then I walked on and gave you your Alice. I went ten foot to the birds and I crawled in the flower bed, I talked to the roses and became your darling on set. Maybe it lasted a month, I don't remember.

Then you too wanted a spook, the spookiest witch to ever walk and on off days you wanted Dorthy, a little curl. So I put on the red shoes on week-ends, and melted to a puddle all week long. You paved a yellow brick road and I walked down it under the curtains. I said, "What will this cost me, will you buy me a coffee at some beat diner?" And away we went.

You wanted the saddest luckiest dame to ever tear up a stage in her downest drabbiest stockings and I said just paint on the tears, here's what I know you'll kiss up in the side bar, here's me looking at you with my batty brattiest chide, I'm your doll, I'm your star and you get me for our strangest embraces.

A teacher mans, a professor, mr. cat, mr. magician, mr. producer don't go fire me in front of a dozen people who bought a five dollar ticket to see if I'll cry. If you leave me now, I'll truly cry with all my heart breaking, and I prolly won't ever get the chance to do this like this again, maybees only be some secretary down in Seattle using a new shade of lipstick. Sigh.
Can we make up now?

Just thought one little thought, prolly a dumb girl thought, but they're my favorite to look back to and that was my thought, them being my favorite to go back to...

Goodnight Moon.

It beats me dame, dumb girl thoughts, dumb guy thoughts they all seem to work out the same, and life goes on.

In the meantime poems get written.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... =2&t=19768

What I wanted was to rise with the masses like Eugene V. Debs. A working class hero.

I never wished to be a broke down old man, ah shit, i'm wheezing my way to a fate worse than death.

Freedom, the death of body autonomy. I want to be away from here, before that happens. Dead I can deal with, completely dead and gone. What I dread is what Miracle Max said about the pirate roberts, "mostly dead"

I would like to stick and around just to see what you are up to when you are an old lady, lucy too.

Jack, I'm just bummed
I don't know why we gots to fight like we've been fighting.
I guess I gots a head full of sleazy novels and a heart want to,
but no kno hows about it. Where's all the glitz and glam of Hollywood stardom relationships. I'm doing nothing, just nothing with my life, aside from my big head. I am getting old, too soon and it's frightful.

Don't you goes going anywhere.
I need a man with two feet on the ground to catch me falling.
Sigh, I'm starting the week a train wreck.

You're something else, you bratty brat.

I guess what I'm meaning to say is
I'm just as ordinary as every other doll
and I'm nothing, truly, lucky if I can bang out one good piece a year,
just a depression stirring up for a Monday blues chorus.

I never know we had a fight until you tell me
I don't have a clue

Up and down
depressed and repressed
the best part of the day
how things work out
I don't know
I sometimes write something that pleases me
and I am happy little monkey for awhile

don't mind me dame I am stoned

typing my way from heart to heart beat
while I still can
plotting my freedom
motorcycle dreams
the ocean becons

tippy tippy typee
rattle them keys
ralltle and roll and scroll
cyber chatting with a pal

another text box
another banana flavored pellet of vanity
I ride the ego trip

Just one of those holiday fights, you know how we get...
it's a my house or yours and who gets invited,
until we go our separate ways and I get all bent out of shape
that Susie gets to cook for you.

I'm just blues, ya know.
I likes when you write, sorry I had to fight with you.
I wake up and it's Monday, still cold outside
and I'd rather stay curled up in a blanket having this conversation with you
about our not quite fighting.

See you soon.

yes ten four on family feuds
visited by the ghost of thanksgiving past
not so much into self pity anymore
compassion for my sister
we are down to three men and one woman here again
for a while it was three male, three female
but she took the baby and her got dam Bible of hers back to daddy
meanwhile the lies continue
and the dude maintains

what has a man got to lose
what is the woman's to lose
in the meantime it surreal
too much fucking testosterone
it is like my sister is the only adult here
she found herself a crazy mike
a man who is helpless
need's a woman to take care of him
better than cough drops.

Ha!

Yes, my children been growing up,
I get the scary feeling about this,
who will I take care of
which must be what people likes to do
just take care of taking care.

I don't know what to do when they move on,
scarier than watching out for my ownself,
not having one to watch out for.

Maybees that's the loneliness I get afraid of,
gotta put my finger on it.

Fine and whatev's, I said to myself on waking,
I'm just gonna take care of myselves and I'll be sure to be a lot of efforts
and there I go, to go get ridiculous on my behalf.

I don't knows what's in my future,
but I'm not about to keep it easy.

My Grandfather's ninety and he just got done having a temper with himself, saying 'bout how he must be being punished for this and that, that he'd done. And it got me thinking, if I can manage to be a handful too, to me, then I'll never likely forget me so easily. I'm gonna come on strong.

Gonna do my best to explain...
I wasn't mad at you, wasn't mad about topic
what happens is I might feel something,
maybees it opens up memory
and then I sit in a little chair with the memory
creeping around the room
that makes me go to there
and I wouldn't even be here with you
if I'm there in the chair.