I woke up this morning
had five things to do.
I went to bed this evening
still had five things to do.
Laziness has wrapped me in its sloth cloth. So unwilling to will myself. I sit on the floor and just . . . . . sit. Sleep doesn't invite me to its slumber party, so I'm left to stare at the floor and listen to it curse at me and demand that I get off its aching back. I don't want any trouble, so I climb onto the well and cling to it like a would-be Spriderman, just to appease the floor. So I'm just hanging around when I hear the wall say:
"Get off me."
I turn my head away from it and try to look nonchalant, as if it were talking to someone else.
"Get off me."
I turn toward it and timidly plead my case:
"I-I can't get off. The f-floor doesn't want me on it."
"I don't want you on me. Get off!"
"Please let me stay here. Please!"
"Get off me our I'll punch you right in the nose!"
I look down at the floor, uncertain of what to do. The floor leers up at me and warns:
"Don't even think about it!"
I look up at the ceiling. It's swirling with snot and pus and vomit and tongues and toenails and potato salad and I really don't want to be up there. I face the wall and beg:
"Please let me stay here. Ple--"
A wooden fist springs from the wall, hits my nose, and knocks me off.
greetings all!!
v
v busy as my play opens on stage tomorrow night!!
hurrah!/ SHIT!!!
lots of panics and lots of good times so far.
anywhoo
just a quick one
Mr Radar sir
Marvellous book
it arrived yesterday
i must admit, my head is that fried at the moment
I thought it had been delivered to the wrong address
Mr S. Evening
nice touch
i didnt catch on till I opened it
anyway Im loving it so far and privaleged to have it!
must say
the last one youve posted "Lazy Crazy"
is so far my favourite-
extremely well written and highly relate-able (is this a word- i think not!) a theme i tried to develop in some of mine-( and no im not arse kissing,-) but not so well as you!
thanks once again for sending it
ill have a good read after the finale of this play.
wish me luck!
Jamie
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
I was wondering what the blazes happened to you. Glad you got Rot (hehe rhyme). Hope your play is a huuuuge success. Tell us all about it when you're done. Theatre stories amuse me.
before the garbage disposal comes after
me animals
are neat to watch especially when they
fuck death
(3) is when the body becomes an eyelid
sanity planted
...seeds in the garden of my
......mind but nothing grew
I got a suntan today but it wasn't the (2)
color I wanted so I'll have to return it
insanity pissed
...on the garden of my mind
......and fresh thoughts sprouted
of course
you are probably reading this very much faster than I am writing it so I will be forced to put in as many speed bups as slovenly possible for you to run-on to so I can deftly knock you
off course
Indeed I do, but under my own power. NOBODY tells ME where to blow my hot air. I make that decision on my own.
I'm a Kenmore. Figures, doesn't it?
Oscillation rules. But what really scares people is when they wake up and I've oscillated myself around the room and have ended up a lot closer to them than when they fell asleep.
Damn that's funny.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 Oscillation rules. But what really scares people is when they wake up and I've oscillated myself around the room and have ended up a lot closer to them than when they fell asleep.
Especially if they went to sleep in a different house.
Originally posted by Being Enlightened Now are you saying it's MY fault?
And if you really are broadcasting from toronto, I'd call that SKILL. Let me tell you. Long distance seduction is an artform. And, wow, I was sleeping. That's impressive.
now what?
Sorry about poking ya.
read Radar's book. It's all about getting poked. and prodded, and poled and all kinds of things. He's really good. And it's not HIS fault I wake up like this, no sir/madam.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 And if you really are broadcasting from toronto, I'd call that SKILL. Let me tell you. Long distance seduction is an artform. And, wow, I was sleeping. That's impressive.
now what?
Sorry about poking ya.
read Radar's book. It's all about getting poked. and prodded, and poled and all kinds of things. He's really good. And it's not HIS fault I wake up like this, no MADAM.
Yup, I'm muti-talented!
Hey, no appologies!
Plan on reading the book---appears it's about a few of my favorite things!
Who's fault is it?
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by setaside2 maybe it WAS your fault. It was a dream unremembered after all. I wish it was somebody's fault because waking up like this by yourself sucks.
A lost opportunity. LOL.
Hands are called hands because they're handy! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more, say no more. LOL!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
It's not that we were soiling. No. B.E. and I were just, shall we say, finding a ROOM. And yours was most interesting. It all happened so fast. She's very, ah, shall we say, FORWARD. I had no chance to stop it all. I had to go with the flow.
And now it's all over your thread and I am out of Bounty paper towels.
SO sorry.
and INSIDIOUS? nah. I wasn't feeling insidious. No, I'd choose another word.
and if you happen to change those pants... go for those pink and black camo pants. They're totally YOU.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
It's not that we were soiling. No. B.E. and I were just, shall we say, finding a ROOM. And yours was most interesting. It all happened so fast. She's very, ah, shall we say, FORWARD. I had no chance to stop it all. I had to go with the flow.
And now it's all over your thread and I am out of Bounty paper towels.
SO sorry.
and INSIDIOUS? nah. I wasn't feeling insidious. No, I'd choose another word.
and if you happen to change those pants... go for those pink and black camo pants. They're totally YOU.
Ahem, what me forward? I always thought I was backwards, I've got so much to learn!
And Radar, do you have matching pink undies to go with those pants, you may want to re-think going commando if you're in the habit of soiling your threads!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Comments
You, my dear, are fuuu .... awwww screw it. Enough of this "too big for praise facade."
THANK YOU
"Lazy Crazy"
I woke up this morning
had five things to do.
I went to bed this evening
still had five things to do.
Laziness has wrapped me in its sloth cloth. So unwilling to will myself. I sit on the floor and just . . . . . sit. Sleep doesn't invite me to its slumber party, so I'm left to stare at the floor and listen to it curse at me and demand that I get off its aching back. I don't want any trouble, so I climb onto the well and cling to it like a would-be Spriderman, just to appease the floor. So I'm just hanging around when I hear the wall say:
"Get off me."
I turn my head away from it and try to look nonchalant, as if it were talking to someone else.
"Get off me."
I turn toward it and timidly plead my case:
"I-I can't get off. The f-floor doesn't want me on it."
"I don't want you on me. Get off!"
"Please let me stay here. Please!"
"Get off me our I'll punch you right in the nose!"
I look down at the floor, uncertain of what to do. The floor leers up at me and warns:
"Don't even think about it!"
I look up at the ceiling. It's swirling with snot and pus and vomit and tongues and toenails and potato salad and I really don't want to be up there. I face the wall and beg:
"Please let me stay here. Ple--"
A wooden fist springs from the wall, hits my nose, and knocks me off.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I cry as I fall. When I land, I scamper to my feet and sprint out of the house before the floor has a chance to pummel me, screaming all the while.
Gosh, no wonder I can't get anything done.
you're welcome
glad you finally chose to accept the praise...
i actually have read this most recent one you've posted, and i LOVED it b/c i could completely relate.
does that mean that if i don't get off of you, you'll punch me in the nose? :(
lol
**opens mouth, thinks better not get involved, walks away whistling**
And I have no idea where all this is coming from... maybe I'D better back away....
v
v busy as my play opens on stage tomorrow night!!
hurrah!/ SHIT!!!
lots of panics and lots of good times so far.
anywhoo
just a quick one
Mr Radar sir
Marvellous book
it arrived yesterday
i must admit, my head is that fried at the moment
I thought it had been delivered to the wrong address
Mr S. Evening
nice touch
i didnt catch on till I opened it
anyway Im loving it so far and privaleged to have it!
must say
the last one youve posted "Lazy Crazy"
is so far my favourite-
extremely well written and highly relate-able (is this a word- i think not!) a theme i tried to develop in some of mine-( and no im not arse kissing,-) but not so well as you!
thanks once again for sending it
ill have a good read after the finale of this play.
wish me luck!
Jamie
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
I was wondering what the blazes happened to you. Glad you got Rot (hehe rhyme). Hope your play is a huuuuge success. Tell us all about it when you're done. Theatre stories amuse me.
Shiny things amuse me, too.
LMFAO!!
*thinks* hmmm...it doesn't have to be a problem...
"AD D7"
I only have four minutes
worth of words to waste
before the garbage disposal comes after
me animals
are neat to watch especially when they
fuck death
(3) is when the body becomes an eyelid
sanity planted
...seeds in the garden of my
......mind but nothing grew
I got a suntan today but it wasn't the (2)
color I wanted so I'll have to return it
insanity pissed
...on the garden of my mind
......and fresh thoughts sprouted
of course
you are probably reading this very much faster than I am writing it so I will be forced to put in as many speed bups as slovenly possible for you to run-on to so I can deftly knock you
off course
I am
sorry-
sore
(1)
my brain is a hive and I can't be
I am officially a fan. But not that kind of fan.
Do you oscillate?
I'm a Kenmore. Figures, doesn't it?
Oscillation rules. But what really scares people is when they wake up and I've oscillated myself around the room and have ended up a lot closer to them than when they fell asleep.
Damn that's funny.
Especially if they went to sleep in a different house.
LOL! Oh hello, I thought I felt something poking me in the back. Hee! Hee!
Whoa now. It's not my fault i wake up like that.
Now are you saying it's MY fault?
And if you really are broadcasting from toronto, I'd call that SKILL. Let me tell you. Long distance seduction is an artform. And, wow, I was sleeping. That's impressive.
now what?
Sorry about poking ya.
read Radar's book. It's all about getting poked. and prodded, and poled and all kinds of things. He's really good. And it's not HIS fault I wake up like this, no sir/madam.
Yup, I'm muti-talented!
Hey, no appologies!
Plan on reading the book---appears it's about a few of my favorite things!
Who's fault is it?
A lost opportunity. LOL.
Hands are called hands because they're handy! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more, say no more. LOL!
MUST....
FIGHT....
SARCASM.....
(deep breath)
ahhh...ok, much better
now go change your pants.
Radar: it's my fault. I ruined it all... please forgive me.
Why must you insist on soiling my thread with insidious innuendos? I shall report you both immediately.
hehe: I said soiling my thread
OOOP! Sounds like someone else needs to go and change his pants! Hee Hee!
It's not that we were soiling. No. B.E. and I were just, shall we say, finding a ROOM. And yours was most interesting. It all happened so fast. She's very, ah, shall we say, FORWARD. I had no chance to stop it all. I had to go with the flow.
And now it's all over your thread and I am out of Bounty paper towels.
SO sorry.
and INSIDIOUS? nah. I wasn't feeling insidious. No, I'd choose another word.
and if you happen to change those pants... go for those pink and black camo pants. They're totally YOU.
Ahem, what me forward? I always thought I was backwards, I've got so much to learn!
And Radar, do you have matching pink undies to go with those pants, you may want to re-think going commando if you're in the habit of soiling your threads!
seta is certainly upright.
That's great.
but we've still ruined Baba's thread
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ OPERATION S.C.A.B.