|By Pablo on Friday, February 15, 2002 - 12:12 am: Edit|
Just goes to show you with the right marketing, you can sell ice to eskimos.
Thankfully, with the microbrew revolution that is sweeping across america, there is some damn fine beer available.
|By Baz on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:58 pm: Edit|
Yea, I know the history, but it seems like we could have yanked ourselves out of the dark ages after seventy years!
Ever tasted a classic american pilsener? Made to pre-prohibition standards? Good stuff.
|By Perruche_Verte on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:34 pm: Edit|
Prohibition had something to do with it.
|By Baz on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:31 pm: Edit|
I guess a squirrel can be forgiven for such a terrible taste in beverages...
As a long time brewer myself, I can't understand how old style and buttweisher ever sold...
|By Perruche_Verte on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:27 pm: Edit|
haha -- Baz, the beer-swilling squirrel on your profile just cracks me up. That gleam in his little eye -- if he were human he'd have a big grin on his face.
|By Baz on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:05 pm: Edit|
goddamn valentine's day.
|By Perruche_Verte on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:04 pm: Edit|
my best friend's girl
my last glass of segarra
will I live 'til spring?
|By Chevalier on Thursday, February 14, 2002 - 01:04 pm: Edit|
A friend of mine goes to estate sales and looks for artwork created by schizophrenics. She has contacts with estate brokers and verifies that the artists were indeed schizophrenic. I've seen some of her collection: "angels divine" devouring children, dark forests with eyes, and more.
Oh, and "Betty" is Betina, a woman who sells absinthe.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 10:08 am: Edit|
Just my own epidermal paranoia showing...
No,I'm not Betty..Betty White? Who the
Heck is Betty? Me and my friends say I am
a female cross of Fox Mulder and Betty White.
Ok I do this for the good of the one, the few,
and the many.Copies of my birth certificate
available for sale,BIN $1,021.95 on eBane.
Real nee name-Lisa Ann Speer.Prefer to spell
ann- anne,not because of Anne Rice but because
I likes in better like that.
When I'm a dead and buried dead artist,
and my freak a zoid weird art,and my "early
works" representational art pieces, are pulled
out from under my bed and sold at Christie's
and on eBerries for googles,you may all say "she was the mentally ill artiste who flipped her nut on an absinthe list!"
And you can sell my birth certificate copies
for big moola,or wear them on on chains around
A single glass of absinthe,
|By Pikkle on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 07:47 am: Edit|
Hell, I love reading a little incoherent jibberish... just not here!!!
|By Wolfgang on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 07:27 am: Edit|
humm, that`s a funny suspicion. Maybe she`s Betty who drank all her absinthe stock because it was so expensive that nobody bought it (save for a few fortunate exceptions...) ;)
|By Larsbogart on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 06:59 am: Edit|
unfortunately anna magnani is dead. please call me larsbogart. feel free to make light of my situation, all my friends do. contrary to what most top bush officials might say, thats life. my condition remains at least until winter is over and my forced agoraphobia.
no i am not bugged. i enjoy your posting. are you staying? oh, your not betty are you? really.
|By Artist on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 02:54 am: Edit|
|By Pablo on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 01:28 am: Edit|
So can we get back on subject here? I wanna hear more about fuckin' on valentines day!
I plan to with my very special self!
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Thursday, February 07, 2002 - 12:34 am: Edit|
I wrote that last post when I was feeling
overwhelmed.It was more important to me to
say something which I needed to say both for
my own emotional peace and to hopefully
actually help out,in maybe some small way,
even if I messed it all up the first time around,
a real person.
I was in no state of mind to go back over and
re edit my post,and in my opinion ,right or
wrong,it was more important to send that post
then and there no matter the state
I am not saying the following as an excuse
or a plea for pity,however biological illness,
not just poor typing and computer skill,
causes some loss of mental and physical
cooridation for me,under stress.In the future
I will take greater care.
In this case it was not an option
and I did not wish to wait until morning
to send that message to Lars.
With hope he will understand both the
meaning in my message and forgive my
temporary loss of coordination.
|By Pikkle on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 11:51 pm: Edit|
Please self-edit... ugh, I know they say not to but in this case, it's a must... I'm about to break some new rules!!!
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 11:38 pm: Edit|
Lars or whatever you would actually
prefer to be called.isuppose I ought to
wait for your response.But look.I was not
making light of your situation or telling
you to tone down a serious problem to a
habit.I thought you actually wanted me to
tell you something,help in some form,based
on what you'd read about my situations.
I have agorophobia and everytime I ahve to
leave the house to do any thig at all it
is a major thing,some tmes better sometims
alot worse.for years so bad didn
even take teh trash out til it was all
pieled in heaps in my kitchen i n the corner,
i laid it onthe line for uyou told you
all about my own spooks in my own head
my own paranoia it was true.not something
I was jsut jokig about.
seeing things in theceiling? real.
the tv and raddio on 24 hrs a day for over a
week and most of the time with oen or
the other for the past 15 yrs real.
the cardss talking to me from my compurr
not meaning to yell or argue with you
or anyhting else but look.
i did my best to offer what I coild to you in
sincerity in true caring out of kowing
the pain of beiign locked in a freaky hell
with no where to go.
I sign ed my real name cause I was taling
to you as a real person not
a cartoon character on a mailing list.
if youa re not bugged at me andi have it
allw wrong i apologize
i do care what you are goign threough
een tough i dont knwo you really.
go to bed
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 11:18 pm: Edit|
Can this anna lady come to my house and cure
me too? My TV and my computer are still
too friendly as far as Im concerned.They play
cards when Im sleeping and keep me awake...
I'm envious of their friendship,so I'd
kinda like to shut em both up permantently....
(insert slightly evil yet freindly grin here)
ps are you bugged at me?seriosly.
|By Pikkle on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 11:15 pm: Edit|
gonads and strife
gonads and strife
gonads and strife
|By Larsbogart on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 11:00 pm: Edit|
an anna magnani miracle!
im cured, but i still cant turn off the TV. its been downsized to a habit.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 10:33 pm: Edit|
Me too,but I tend to think the spooky part
is when doing all of them at once,and it
actually all still makes perfect sense.
I think the healthly reaction is when it
causes a headache and befuddlement... hee
|By Pan on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 10:18 pm: Edit|
Gonads in the lightning. . . in the lightning . . . and in the rain!
|By Larsbogart on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 10:04 pm: Edit|
thanks for the all tips, i think i got it. i didnt tell you there are times when im listening to the TV and Radio simultaneously while im reading and typing at a keyboard? then it all makes sense and everythings normal. other times it just gives me a headache and i go weeeee.....
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 09:39 pm: Edit|
I tried to send a message before and it vanished,
so here is again..I still have my TV
on alot..I used to keep my radio on all the time
when I did'nt have a TV.They keep the scary
pictures and noises in our heads at bay,but
then soemthing even spookier starts to occur.
The TV and the radio and computer are not
talking to you.The stuff coming out of them at
you is combining with the scary stuff in your
brain and has created Your Own Private Idaho.
I know of what I speak.Just a couple months
ago the computer solitaire cards were starting
to whisper the secrets of the universe at me.
My first suggestion is to make an appointment
ASAP with a psych doc.Get a referral from your
regular doc,a friend,a local hospital,the local
mental health association,whatever works.
Next,do'nt think you have to turn off the
tv,radio,etc.They are not intrinsically bad,
and for now they are your comforts and security,
real or not.Until you can at least partially
replace them with competant care and therapy,
do'nt worry about it.
I would suggest trying to do other things
while they are on ,read etc which I am sure
you do,so you are not staring at the screens
A last very important tip.Do'nt dwell too
much about your weird thoughts and what
they might mean or if you ought to be afraid of
them.Thinking about thinking,and fear of fear,
can lead down a loopy,spooky road and you do'nt
need any more of that.Until you can get into see
a doc,do the things that you already know help
set your mind at ease..
truth beauty freedom,and love
|By Anatomist on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 09:35 pm: Edit|
(If it wasn't against the new forum rules, I would now threaten to systematically kill all the members of Creed.)
|By Pan on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 08:35 pm: Edit|
Rabid . . .
Try Creed . . . they're okay, but they get on my goddamn nerves some days.
|By Larsbogart on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 08:29 pm: Edit|
..(harpy shoves Sally Field off the stage,causing
her to weep harder and tear silk panty hose..)
[im still laughing...that was good.]
this is just between you and me, ok? recently i leased a dell (sorry vera) and they were giving away those palm things, you know, the cheap ones. so i was playing around on it, peckin with that little needle and making masterpiece after masterpiece on note pad by the full light of the not-highdefinition TV challenging my eyesight.
the TV was ON because im afraid to turn it OFF. i have been for years, the current TV has been on since 1986, although i didnt think it would become something that might be a danger to myself until just recently. but you hit the nail on the rusty head.
im getting to the point, so after needling, i look at the palm M105 and it says to me:
"The time to proterct your future is now. dont take another step, marie osmond media tycoon. do you think youre normal, connie chung? blue skys and green lights.
yes! this stylsh home furnishing commercial
was filmed using an extrordinary lipstick, 'covered in smoke'. choose!
when youre here your fuckin family.
the muscles are made on the job not the gym..."
"so your a writer eh?
"of sorts." "ever do an honest days work in your life?" "try to." "know what this is?" "a hand?" "a workingmans hand." "ive done farm work and timber." "what kind of timber?" "spruce." "what kind of saw you fool?" "power saw". "very unconvincing".
whoever really makes this thing suggest you change batteries one at a time, never really turning it off. i couldnt believe i was reading that, just like me not turning off the TV. that stated me thinking "they" were listening again.
which means i wont sleep tonight.
|By Louched_Liver on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 07:56 pm: Edit|
It works for Marc.
|By Louched_Liver on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 07:55 pm: Edit|
And hey folks, let's fuck on Valentine's Day. Even if it's just ourselves.
|By Louched_Liver on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 07:52 pm: Edit|
Receipt's in the mail.
Barney's in the sauna waiting for me. He calls me dada. And I love him, and he loves me.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 07:34 pm: Edit|
How can he be cool now?
He will have to start going on Barney
and singing and rapping there.But
as we all know purple is a pagan color
and a gay color so he may ahve to bring Barney
over to the one true way.Or was he already on Barney.I ca'nt even keep up with who died in
which decade.Who am I to use the C word?
Galloping away on a ghostly Dada hobby horse,
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 07:26 pm: Edit|
Just send me the receipts.
I'll slap them on the wall with Quake Hold,to
add to the (neo)Dada neo Bohemian clash ad lib
fright fest collage cause the bookshelf is
gone and I ca'nt afford nothing better and
wo'nt hang my own paintings drawings etc
just cause .
And drink your juice.It's good for you.
Recycle.Mother Nature and Pan(the God I
do'nt knowa bout the other guy) love
you and wo'nt take you to bed when
you die if you do'nt.
|By Louched_Liver on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 06:19 pm: Edit|
So, no juice box for Valentine's Day for you? Glad I kept the receipt.
|By Mr_Rabid on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 06:17 pm: Edit|
Keep up Pan- we're on martyred Christian musicians now.
There aren't too many, so my plan is to go out and make a few tomorrow so we have something to talk about.
Any suggestions? Run DMC got religion. They'd be a good choice I bet.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 06:15 pm: Edit|
I had mac n chees e for dinner,
the juice of evil love apples
tasty winslow tasty
juice boxes are the devil's workshop.
fruit should only come in
square paper boxes with little bitty
SIN infamy sediton! Heresy!!
It is an abomination.
no hot dogs no
until the juice boxes are burned.
I never drink....juice . boxes.
no bested beasties.
unless marinated in mint leaves and yogurt.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 06:06 pm: Edit|
Dr,you have warm hands
Lovely and juice filled poem.Your friend
has a gift.Pan is the man>With a plan.
anda fan....ooohhhh notty nottty pine trees
not strawberry.not in kansas no more.
I like Bethoven ice cream.Tastes like German
chcololate cake with brandy ripplesann d a
chololate covered cherry on top.
Cream of Piano soup> not by Warhol.
Tom robbins no the ice cream man.No.
Still Life With Woodpecker>life in
side ciggarete boxes.
long live the
Da dda Da
all his children
|By Uncle on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 05:12 pm: Edit|
If Harpy was hanging out after school, we could have a juice box and chain up that goat.......then my mum would make us hot dogs & mac n cheez!!!!! OH Blisss!!!!!!!! Uncle
|By Auntieminda on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 04:55 pm: Edit|
held in her hands the Holy Grail
with lipstick stains upon the rim
it overflows with bitter ale
and seems to harshly call to him
come and taste what's here within
sweetly dripping off the edge
not to drink me is a sin
you made a bet you musn't hedge
he watches her and not the glass
a girl an apple and a tree
and serpent in the curve of ass
|By Pan on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 04:52 pm: Edit|
I thought we were talking about martyring Christians.
These things get so confusing so fast . . . my feeble lil' brain hurts. Pass the cartoons.
|By Themagicman on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 04:42 pm: Edit|
Hell, I thought we were talking about music what the hell happened.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 04:29 pm: Edit|
and the academy award goes
to..(harpy shoves Sally Field off the stage,causing
her to weep harder and tear silk panty hose..)
Larsa..!!!!for being a good hearted guy and taking
smack with a green wing and a firm bite with
nasty metal teeth like the man he must truly
be! Category? eh? F/X? best not acting
in supporting role?
toasting with evil green bbubbly..
the Dada esque non academy salutes you!
Went to same HS as Sally Field liitle while
later went to(same) school with Danny Pearl(hey
a Dada folks song...sad one,too)
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 04:15 pm: Edit|
Dsiclaimer:R for weird.Long.Frustration.
Craven seeking for approval and pit.y.
Intense thematic materials and musical themes.
Enter at risk.May tend to cause impatience
and mass hysteria.Attempted use of proper
grammar and punctuation ahead.
FDA Use aprroval rating: Questionable.
I guess I have some splainin to do...no, no Wiz of
Oz.. not today,Frank,I have a sick headache.To con
tinue the Cinema Paradiso film fest references,
I will refer all here view The Phantom of the
Paradise,again like,love,or hate..to glimpse the
mind and internally damned soul of yours truly,
as of late/ as of recent.Put me in most/all the
rolls,sequentially and simulteaneously.
Superimpose,in absinthe colored gel,the
film Deceiver.Cast yours (un) truly in the
lead role.In and around the sidelines,inject
and insinuate these David Lynch Masterpieces:
Eraserhead. Mulholland Drive.
Place all in a neigborhood cast and directed
by John Waters and Quentin Tarrentino.
Add one (former) friend who lost the
lead role for Girl,Interrupted cause she was
too perfect for the role.
Push button to finally stop fifteen years
of moodswings between suicidal,near catatonic
psychotic depression by finally finding effective
combo of psychotropic meds.
End Carnival of Souls years.
Push new button with same meds.Begin cycle
of hypomania to normal back to suicidal depression
back to hypomania back to near real mania with
five days of no sleep laughing at little people
in the textur-cote ceiling.Inject evil pixie
that ca'nt see her own madness friend.Add involuntary festival of Lucretia Borgia-like induced bloodloss,due to female trouble,leading to
severe anemia.Mania ends due to involutary
enforced physical restraint from non-romantic
19th century vapours- fainting couch episode.
End Cookoo's Nest/Beetlejuice/
Mercahnt Ivory Film Festival "period".
Add mad screetch fling on naughty spooky
website filled with nasty touchy infidels and(fun)
evildoers.Piss hell and heck out of all.
Make nice and shake various claws,nails,
tentacles,and indescribable appendages.
Fade to greeish gray...
Fade to black........
|By Dr_Ordinaire on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 03:19 pm: Edit|
For Harpy, because she likes the great God Pan. This is from a friend of mine:
For my people (you know who you are)
I am among the blessed.
I am of the kind who leaves the glaring tube, remembering
And goes to watch the moon rise silver through the trees
Breathing purple and chill, stinging pine. I am
Among the blessed: I know the acacia, the first daffodil,
The irises unsheathing cream and violet labia in the green wet of May.
I tune for the new music on the radio: I turn it up.
I am among the blessed: I drink wine by firelight, clothes rank with smoke,
Bright silver twisted through my lobes. I know secrets;
They are tattooed on my body where the sleeves can cover them,
Blessed, and only if we are lucky enough, you and I, courageous enough
To shed our clothes together will you read them. Seeing scarlet leaves drift down,
Perhaps, with ice around the moon, or the steel bones of the oaks against Orion,
Knowing we are among the blessed, that we miss nothing, that we will eat this life
Like a chocolate mango, like Beethoven ice cream, like silver roses
Moaning our joy with each sweet bite.
|By Chevalier on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 02:56 pm: Edit|
You're cool, but the typos and stanzas make me dizzy.
|By Larsbogart on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 02:54 pm: Edit|
ok, ok already. gosh! do you wanna watch the wizard of oz again?
i was just trying to have some fun/therapy. actually im sorry. im really sorry. im really, really, sorry.
i like you. i really really like you.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 02:46 pm: Edit|
Ok.Enough.I really do'nt care if all of
you here love me,or like me,but what is the deal?
I am a new girl,so I ca'nt play,too? I have
to say only nice polite things?I did not say any
thing mean to Uncle.I was commenting,with intent
of humor,re his comments on my post,as well as the
photo on his page.I did not say mean things to you.If I am taking swats and swipes here at anyone,it has only been when swiped and swatted at
first.I did state,I bite only when bitten first,
and have not nipped or bitten nearly as viciosly
or deeply as some of the bloodletting in evidence
here.None of you have yet received a real bite.
As of yet.
If my absurd ,odd,dark,oderous,crass,Dada,neo Dada,diletante,newbie upstart pretender troll
crapola posts offend ,so be.
I admit and accept I came on way too strong,
said way too much and way too soon on this
list.However,the screetching harpy is out of
the bag now,and it's too damned late.
Aside from my fucked humor,bad grammer,and lack of use of proper paragraph structure,and my very
rude, insane, intital several day long party crashing,I have at least attempted genuine
respect and interest on these lists for the
opinions and intelligences of of others.
On the main topics of Absinthe,thujone,the
history of same,and other topics various and
I do'nt want you at my house either.I am
a nice old harpy,and I do'nt sleep with nasty
atttiudes,except my own.
|By Larsbogart on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 01:59 pm: Edit|
if you were staying overnight at my house i would make my mom tell you to go home. [oops, have you ever stayed over at my house?]its like, i like you in school, but i wish i never would have asked you to stay over.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 01:16 pm: Edit|
My hair is actually reddy brown was brn blonde
was blonde..naturale; has morphed..sure car wash
hair sure..Run away..looks like you prefer
bottles in frontya to frontle lobtotmees..
Good choice,and usually reversable.
Truth Beauty Freedom and Love(but do'nt sing about
the last one..too sweetly.)
|By Themagicman on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 12:36 pm: Edit|
My fav. love songs are by concrete blonde I just love johnette she is so cool.. and for all you blonde fans their back!!!! out with a new C.D and a new tour go to their page and check out dates they might be in your home town im going to the
2-10 show in Madison, WI .. Luther's Blues i plane to have a great time
|By Larsbogart on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 06:42 am: Edit|
do you know if that thing is still alive? since you introduced us i havent been able to think of anything else.
[by the way, did you see what was under its tail or whatever? its just my suspicion of why michael jackson lost interest and i assume it has some type of nipples.]
also do you know if it talks or pecks to communicate, and has it ever taken any drugs [NOT illegal].
thanks vera. i didnt mean to interrupt anything important its just that something really funny happened to me when i first lay eyes on that creature.
|By Uncle on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 06:20 am: Edit|
Can I run my hand through your car wash hair? Chasing a bee, Uncle
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 02:00 am: Edit|
Oh great galloping ghosts...
Iknew the name hit somewhere in my brain.
I am not blaming this on any illness.Life
in "being v harpy" the non movie has been
so perverse lately.No one come in now pleees
and tell me dont do or not do.Of course you
might but my stainless steel teeth are
waiting for you,so beware...My memory has
taken a turn of late..severe anemia can
cause memory deficits.Not recommended.Details,
if requested,but they are decidedly ugleeeee
|By Rimbaud on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 12:22 am: Edit|
Yeah, he died in 1974. I prefer the Flaming Lips to Mercury Rev.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Wednesday, February 06, 2002 - 12:16 am: Edit|
I have been out of a lot of loops(not just the
ones in my own synapses)too long.I di'nt realise
Nick Drake was no longer.
How do you like Mercury Rev?
|By Rimbaud on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 11:35 pm: Edit|
Strange, I was just listening to that song while reading this thread. Actually, I listened to the whole Nick Drake box set today. I'm a huge fan. I even visited the town where he spent most of his life (Tanworth-in-Arden), saw his house, and visited his humble grave while in England in 1998. A tremendous talent, gone too early from this earth.
~21st Century Rimbaud
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:45 pm: Edit|
Also drawing back claws,and laying
a yellow rose at the Pikkle barrel.
Almost done bleeding
I thought you were dead...
Phantom of the Paradise
V nearly drained of bile,spleen..its been
a hideous life lately..apol.for spewing forth
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:38 pm: Edit|
Grace and gracefulness
seen,and admired.I love your tree scampering
abilities,especially.Particularly while holding
grapes and a crazy bouquet.
Bowing in grace to
|By Pikkle on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:34 pm: Edit|
|By Pan on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:33 pm: Edit|
*stands gracefully chastised*
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:33 pm: Edit|
pink white green
and a slighlty open
slightly crushed red rose
and a small black rose
trample at will
no more freeeeeee verssseeeee toooonigttttttttttt
sing pan sing!!!!!!! heeeee
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:25 pm: Edit|
I am capable of writing in prose.I do not love
or live in a strawberry tree.I do not now,nor have I ever owned a wheedle e dee.I will write
one full paragraph a day.
What is good for the one is good for the many.
The computer is my friend,even if I do not
understand the simple logic of wordwrap.
Verbosity is to be seen and not felt.Morosity
is a beverage best served in black and white
and red all over.
Do unto your fellow man.
|By Pan on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:18 pm: Edit|
**Scampers up into his tree happily**
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:15 pm: Edit|
claws grasp slowly
End Free Verse
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:11 pm: Edit|
can it be important to me?
can I watch?
I like the great God Pan.
|By Perruche_Verte on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:11 pm: Edit|
(feeding the gentle harpy)
ex ex oh oh,
|By Pan on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:06 pm: Edit|
I can't be taken seriously
Don't mind me at all
Believe me, it shouldn't be important to
You what I do to entertain myself.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 10:02 pm: Edit|
that way not
evil black licorice whips.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:59 pm: Edit|
Oh lord I love
have to submit cash for that
to chills of romance
|By Pan on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:59 pm: Edit|
I think from now
On I will write
Everything I post in
What do you
Slowly losing mind
Over the matter.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:57 pm: Edit|
As long as you do'nt sing,can you ,would
you..if you do'n mind to
qouteth or refer to website
re Nick Drake
Claw held up to receive
|By Pikkle on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:52 pm: Edit|
Everyday you can see
Changes in her hair and smile
I can wait a million days
While her smile goes away
Sometimes i feel dizzy
By the slices in her hands
Secrets in her lipstick mouth
Shiny on her again
Shiny on her again
Capture her smile and then that's all
You won't know her so it's okay
Funny how things change
Funny how things chang
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:51 pm: Edit|
I have love.
Just not the romantic
boy girl intercourse
the company of like minded
on another Ether
black jelly beans.
|By Perruche_Verte on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:49 pm: Edit|
"Northern Sky", by Nick Drake.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:45 pm: Edit|
audio disabled on my computer
my favorite love songs
its a beautiful day in the neighborhood mr rogers
I want an elephant for christmas
the late show sit back enjoy a snack and watch
the late show sit back enjoy a snack and watch
the greatest of stars here on the great late show
the blender whirl paradise soundtrack of
The Soundtrack to Phantom of the Paradise
anything with sad morose evil minded
imagery not predend-ious-ing-I just have
bad good taste
I hate love songs excepting.
truth beauty freedom ,and love(but do'nt
sing to me about it).
|By Anatomist on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:39 pm: Edit|
I have done my best to ignore holidays for many years as a policy. (Even when I was a kid, I used to ask why, if the Christmas spirit was so great, people practiced it only a couple weeks a year, and went on being greedy bastards for the rest of it.) Couldn't manage that with Valentine's Day when I delivered flowers. That was a freakin' zoo. Worked a twelve hour day with extra rental vans and temp workers... people are lemmings.
Personally, aside from the resentment problems of the have-nots, I never understood why a have would appreciate his/her/its lover making a gesture which basically conveys conformity, predictability, and lack of imagination. Valentine's Day is the least romantic day of the year on which to do something romantic.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:31 pm: Edit|
That sounds like fun.
How about letting the streets
run red with the blood of long
dead christian marytrs,feral ferrets,
polka dot minkees,and chupacabras..
Then Mr Rabid can dress in a giant
cardboard heart candybox and sing
pagan love cries before tossing
shredded hallmark cards,red hots,and stale
hard,penis shaped choco-Peeps
to valkyrie shrieks . !
then run rampant
love love love!!!!!!!
Chatty V the infidel p.i.a
|By Pikkle on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:24 pm: Edit|
I think we should all talk about our favorite love songs for valentines day... mine is here:
There's subtitles too!
|By Auntieminda on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:15 pm: Edit|
I believe we should declare February 13th, the evening before Valentine's Day, to be Valentine's Eve, the night when all the blackhearted among us ride out unchecked,like Valkyries hunting the souls of saccharine sweethearts through the streets. I declare it shall be a night of wild revelry and dark dancing that will put the Bacchante to shame. Euan Euan Eu Oi Oi Oi Oi!
|By Mr_Rabid on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:53 pm: Edit|
my heart is made of cardboard
behind it I stand, a rampant swelling cock
a dick behind a duckblind
just waiting, waiting
too see if she will fall
for the bait
this little box of chocolates set like a snare
my second layer of decoy
sex, hot and ready
only a trap
to try to make her love me
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:22 pm: Edit|
smells like leftover rancid
teenspirit cant kill it with raid or
dove roll on deoderant
friendship can bring out the best
in each friend
and the dead bodily fluids....
|By Verawench on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:17 pm: Edit|
the stink of human sin
the stink of human sin
the stink of human sin
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:12 pm: Edit|
what about non loved former
or would the wheel break then?
|By Verawench on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:11 pm: Edit|
Hot dog! Now we're chunking.
|By Mr_Carfax on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:02 pm: Edit|
"I beg whatever Illuminati are in charge of these matters to reinvent the Valentine's Day rituals. "
Your request has been duly noted and we are considering introducing as a replacement Saint Christina the Astonishing Day, where you can demonstrating your undying devotion by strapping your loved ones to water-mill wheels, locking them in coffins or keeping them in dungeons.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 07:21 pm: Edit|
I was born bent.came out that way.No
forceps needed to distort my spine and
I am out of shape phsically and recovering
from being flayed and fed on by why I thought
was a friend of six years.I have no mouth(hahaha!!!)and I must scream(you aint heard
nothin yet.I dont bite less bitten first...)
and have little skin left right now.
End pity party for me.My teeth at the
moment have been removed and replaced
by stainless steel,so,,,
I love you Mr Rabid.Can I start stalking
you immediately?Jesus.The police are
yelling at someonethrough bullhorns outside my
window...really..I know drug real from real real..
Love in slavering red heaps...
|By Mr_Rabid on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 07:10 pm: Edit|
Fuckin a right Harpy.
Welcome (since I didn't say it before.)
This place is like (as it's been said many times) a punk rock stripper bar crossed with a parisian cafe.
The main thing to keep in mind is that flames are rampant, but essentially good for entertainment or to ignore. Whatever you do, don't get bent out of shape over it if (when) it happens.
Like, Anatomist is a cool guy (for instance), but he has a wit like barbed, rusty wire. Nothing to take take too seriously around here though.
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 06:01 pm: Edit|
May be a chatty ghit
but sounds like a couple
others here appreciate
morosity and verbosity
|By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 05:08 pm: Edit|
(insert Photoshop rendering of CHIA HEART, complete with fibulator)
|By Verawench on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 05:01 pm: Edit|
Life was easier in Communist Poland, not merely because of blissful prepubescence and obliviousness to the madly competitive Capitalistic hell out there.
We knew not of the existence of Valentine's Day. Perfect, happy innocence from that wretched holiday.
Since about the age of 16, I have managed to be in only the kind of relationships that begin in late February at the earliest and end late January of the following year at the latest.
Therefore I've had bad PMS cramps more romantic than my Valentine's Day, pretty much throughout my adolescence and young adulthood.
But anyway, that's personal. I can deal. On a grander scale, I find Valentine's Day in general to be more cliche-ladden, more "antierotic" (thank you Don) than any other holiday. Halloween is more sensual than this cardboard-boxed, cellophane-wrapped, sickly sweet bullshit.
I beg whatever Illuminati are in charge of these matters to reinvent the Valentine's Day rituals. Make us all go out and buy new nail polish and curtains instead of sickening chocolates, hallmark cards and roses. Invent some sort of human sacrifice or a plant life to hang with ornaments and treats. Anything but this pink-hued, sexless angst fest.
|By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 04:40 pm: Edit|
Just for you Rabid, I dumped her! On the phone!!!
Ain't that a bitch??? High Five!
(goddamn I miss them titties...)
|By Mr_Rabid on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 04:36 pm: Edit|
Ah yes- that time of year that says 'remember when you had that special someone and you were in love together and everything was wonderful and even the bad times were so much better than the best ones before? And then she dumped you?
HA! NO HALLMARKEY GOODNESS FOR YOU, LOSER!
Gaze upon these cupids, these gushing red cardboard hearts, and despair!
Bite into these chocolate candies! Twice as bitter as wormwood, and all they cost you was everything good you ever had.
But wait- there's more to come! Yes, you may yet receive a perfunctory valentine from someone at work, or a family member! Oooh! Dig that warm squishy simulated sentiment! Almost as good as the real thing, but only it's not even close.
Not sure how to wind up this most perfect day?
Summon up Venus, with chants and charms and incantations- invite her over for roast cupid, perhaps a consomme made of young lovers, a glass of battery acid and for dessert, send her to the blackest pits of Hell, tell her to coo her lies into the festering ear of Satan.
|By Pan on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 04:15 pm: Edit|
"Verbosity is the soul of a ghit. . . "
Or something like that.
|By Verawench on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 04:10 pm: Edit|
Chatty gal, ain't she..
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 03:20 pm: Edit|
I'm ducking everyday.if I
do'nt I might burst into flame
just by walking by a church.
I went to see The Last Temptation of Christ.
I throw Adventist pamhplets in the kithcen trash,
with the banana peels.
And if I do'nt get some good lovin soon,
I will become an involuntary born again
virgin(a truly perverse concept and club).
Do I have to marytr a christian on
Can I eat a polka dotted minkee broasted
in absinthe,wrapped in banana leaves,
and cooked on "Defrost" in my microwave
Am I a pyscho troll for
thinking in heritical
do'nt answer.I may paint my apartment
black,Lovecraftian Mists green,and then
run amok through the
avenues of the valley.....
|By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 03:08 pm: Edit|
Yeah, all you Christians say Aiy!
|By Pan on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 02:47 pm: Edit|
I think we need to get back to what Valentine's Day is truly all about...
Ducking the Smitin' o' the Lord,
|By Sarcosis on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 01:06 pm: Edit|
Can you believe it is snowinig in dallas TX.
It might even be snowing in HELL TX
so im sure there is a chance we can have a good Valentine's Day...
|By Themagicman on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 12:22 pm: Edit|
Hell Ive just always seen its as my B-day.
|By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 11:57 am: Edit|
Somebody needs some sweet lovin' this Valentine's Day...
|By Larsbogart on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:03 am: Edit|
[do not read on ice teas]
that little red kermit thing would make a great valentine gift! the money you could make if only there was a way to mass produce it and give it life.
dont take this the wrong way but have you copyrighted it? i can see michael jackson lurking, be real careful. protect it and yourself.
|By Baz on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 07:03 am: Edit|
Goddamn valentine's day!
|By Pablo on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 05:42 am: Edit|
Hey yeah! I took the fantastic advice I recieved here and got a couple of bottles. Time to crack one! Cheers!
|By Wolfgang on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 05:32 am: Edit|
It will be a good occasion to justify the opening of good bottle of Porto... And that could apply to couples or even to the singles.
Big *hug* to the lonely souls.
|By Artist on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 02:19 am: Edit|
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 01:09 am: Edit|
Chain it to a stake,like they
did to that goat
in Jurrassic Park.
Romantic at heart,
|By Pablo on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 01:04 am: Edit|
I would fuck it, but I cant catch it!!!!!
|By Verdigris_Harpy on Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 12:10 am: Edit|
V Day is a heinous
and hideous excuse for
Celebrating the life
of a rather vile individual.
Not to mention a day
to celebrate guilt,shame,passive-aggressive
behavior, forced affection, and
Plus the cards are ugly as sin.
On the plus side,there is chocolate in
abundance,rich foods filled with butter
and cheese over lots of pasta and shellfish,
adults who loosen up and go to Disneyland and
make out in the Haunted Mansion and the Peter
Pan Ride,"excuses" to get together with friends
and watch The Lifetime Channel all day
and industrial films on menstruation,hygene,
and dating etiquette circa 1950-1975 while
eating gourmet foods,Eazy Cheez,and (with hope)sipping "funny green cordials".(No,I would'nt invite a date to bash like this..athough it
would be evil-ly fun....)
Zippin my keyboard shut now.
|By Verawench on Monday, February 04, 2002 - 10:17 pm: Edit|
I just wanted be the first to say what is - or what soon will be - on everybody's mind.
Also, please note that my sentiment can be interpreted in more than one way.
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