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hey... do you guys wanna listen

tenaciousAtenaciousA Posts: 604
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
to Vitalogy together?

say... 9:30 am???


all four of us?
~all is full of love~
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    What day? It's already 11:26am here! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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    right now :) in like 5 minutes :)
    ~all is full of love~
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    At work---no access to Vitology here! :(
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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    bum-mer...


    burrito lady's here :):):)
    ~all is full of love~
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    Originally posted by tenaciousA
    bum-mer...


    buritto lady's here :):):)

    Big bum-mer---hoop 'em! :p

    Everyday IS Halloween! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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    winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm...
    wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore...
    gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake...
    daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate...
    little secrets, tremors...turned to quake...
    the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
    ransom paid the devil...he whispers pleasing words...
    triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first...
    little secrets tremors...turned to quake...
    the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
    i'll decide...take the dive...
    take my time...not my life...
    wait for signs...believe in lies...
    to get by...it's divine...whoa...
    oh, you know what it's like...
    turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line...
    puts his faith in love and tremor christ...
    ~all is full of love~
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by tenaciousA
    winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm...
    wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore...
    gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake...
    daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate...
    little secrets, tremors...turned to quake...
    the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
    ransom paid the devil...he whispers pleasing words...
    triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first...
    little secrets tremors...turned to quake...
    the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
    i'll decide...take the dive...
    take my time...not my life...
    wait for signs...believe in lies...
    to get by...it's divine...whoa...
    oh, you know what it's like...
    turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line...
    puts his faith in love and tremor christ...
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    it's not all been said
    been said and done


    :)
    ~all is full of love~
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    oh, i bet Jill likes this one


    model, roll model, roll some models in blood
    ~all is full of love~
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    coleencoleen Posts: 938
    i was pretty down when i read this thread - thinking of all of you listening without me (i'm still doing my time in cubicle hell...no music allowed).

    but thank you ever so much tenacious a, i can hear it all now and i'm singing along with you in my head. :)
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    coleen, i think i'm the only one :):)


    ah-oo
    ah-oo
    ah-oo
    ah-oo


    (immortality's next)
    ~all is full of love~
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    don't you want people to love you?
    my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
    spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
    that's the only thing i want so much...
    don't you want people to love you?
    my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
    that's the only thing i want so much...
    why is that better than being hugged?
    why is that better than being hugged?
    because you get closer to the person...
    closer to the person...
    why is that better than being hugged?
    because you get closer to the person...
    closer to the person...
    just like a person having sex feels cared for...
    we wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
    and they feel loved about that...
    and this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
    i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it...
    just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
    it's the way i'll always be probably...
    my last one was born in the system...
    see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
    they're stupid...
    these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    this mentality, honest to god, really...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    honest to god, really...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
    everything seems so eight ball...
    everything seems so eight ball...
    and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    think they got me...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    ...know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    it's a lovely stupid mop, it is...
    there's something really screwey about no streaking...
    is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
    come on mop, no streaking mop...
    i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it...
    it's not me, it's the mop...
    come, i bought some new mops...
    go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
    i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
    i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
    i don't believe it...old sponge mop...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    old sponge mop...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    you're right, this mop's stupid...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    now the floor looks beautiful...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
    the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
    the manager told her to completely forget...
    if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you...
    do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill?
    go to the papers...yeah, why not?
    drum roll...
    i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    very much so...
    think i deserve to be loved...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    ...to be loved, don't you?
    but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    very much so...
    do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
    well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
    yes, i believe i would...
    i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
    yes, i believe i would...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    ...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    ...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    very much so...
    do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
    well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
    yes, i believe i would...
    ~all is full of love~
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    Vacate is the word......
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    here i go.
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    nothing man always reminds me of how horrible my ex husband must have felt when I LEFT HIM.
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by tenaciousA
    don't you want people to love you?
    my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
    spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
    that's the only thing i want so much...
    don't you want people to love you?
    my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
    that's the only thing i want so much...
    why is that better than being hugged?
    why is that better than being hugged?
    because you get closer to the person...
    closer to the person...
    why is that better than being hugged?
    because you get closer to the person...
    closer to the person...
    just like a person having sex feels cared for...
    we wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
    and they feel loved about that...
    and this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
    i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it...
    just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
    it's the way i'll always be probably...
    my last one was born in the system...
    see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
    they're stupid...
    these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    this mentality, honest to god, really...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    honest to god, really...
    you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
    bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
    everything seems so eight ball...
    everything seems so eight ball...
    and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    think they got me...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    ...know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
    it's a lovely stupid mop, it is...
    there's something really screwey about no streaking...
    is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
    come on mop, no streaking mop...
    i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it...
    it's not me, it's the mop...
    come, i bought some new mops...
    go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
    i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
    i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
    i don't believe it...old sponge mop...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    old sponge mop...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    you're right, this mop's stupid...
    dumb old sponge mop...
    i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    now the floor looks beautiful...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    that's why they call me mophandlemama...
    in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
    the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
    the manager told her to completely forget...
    if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you...
    do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill?
    go to the papers...yeah, why not?
    drum roll...
    i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    very much so...
    think i deserve to be loved...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    ...to be loved, don't you?
    but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    very much so...
    do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
    well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
    yes, i believe i would...
    i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
    yes, i believe i would...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    ...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    ...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
    and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
    keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
    i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
    very much so...
    do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
    well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
    yes, i believe i would...


    Radar,

    How did I get here?

    and please,,, for just this time, don't be glib.
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    Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    Radar,

    How did I get here?

    and please,,, for just this time, don't be glib.

    Sorry, but how did you get where?
    This message board?
    This cerebral cortex?
    This Cheerios box?
    Inside my left shoe?
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Sorry, but how did you get where?
    This message board?
    This cerebral cortex?
    This Cheerios box?
    Inside my left shoe?

    fine. thought YOU were alot smarter. i give up.
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    Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    thought YOU were alot smarter.

    Ha! Showed you! :p
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    BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    fuckyouassholemotherfuckinprickleashpullingScreweddownandup
    boychild

    whouses10yearsormoreofsomeforcetopullmearoundbysomebloodyastralprojectionprojectthatpraysonmarriedwomenwhoarewillingto
    ..should i say unmarried now
    wear YOUr

    RING
    IN MY NOSE.

    your ass stinks monkey boy. better wipe yourself up before you scare away the kind cupid children of flowers

    YOU FUCK

    MIGHT AS WELL BE SPANKING ME AND I GOT OVER THAT YEARS AGO.

    FUCKER -
    i was talking about the cerebral cortex
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