the steady rhythm of your breathing the soft rhythmic thump of your heartbeat feeling your breath against my cheek and neck the skin of your face beneath my touch gently brush a locke of hair from your face dawnlight glow illuminating your profile the heat from your body bathes my skin your arms wraped tightly around me your legs intertwined in mine watching you stir to wakefulness your rumpled hair a halo of dark and light your gentle lips curve into a soft smile as our arms reach toward each other as I breath you in and hold you, love

I love you, baby, and I'll post back, but right now I'm in a really bad mood, as a certain whiny little shit has been hounding me everywhere I've posted, and a few places I haven't. And I know I shouldn't have given him attention, since that's clearly what he wants, but I just got fed up. I love you, and I'll post something soon. Love always, L

That's ok. I was just missing you and wanted to write something sweet so you would think of me. Remember, I've got your back baby.

I love you, baby. I miss you. I'll see you soon. Remember, baby, when you read this, I'll be dreaming of you. Love always, L

Lots of people say as a couple we're cute Well fuck'em all, baby, right up the poop chute I say we rock - we're both insane a gadget slinging nut and a witch arcane With the Loscon geeks and the LA freaks Gotta keep it in their pants when the party peaks Cause I'm the bouncer man, mixin drinks in the can You're the Demoness Lady, I'm your #1 fan And when the party's all over just you & me there Peelin' latex off, & lettin' down your long hair Then together we are and together we stay King & Queen of a motha-fuckin jammin' soiree Congrat's on your successful party, baby-doll! You rock

Oh, thank you baby. I love you...my pretty L. That was so cute. Kisses. Love, L

And here's the other bit: You and I have had occasion to learn well the art of stretching out the moment and holding it up to the light that fills me every time your hand brushes my skin; your skin brushes my hand, I learned once about vertical time it's when you experience the same thing over and over until you don't register them as distinct events they're just stored as one memory I think we have the opposite Situation, in that, every time you touch me, it is more than unique more than just a touch it's like some kind of a circuit completes and I'm flooded with something that can not be described as information it's more like we're strung out stretched taut between hope and memory in the eternal present and the world the world goes by so fast it's like we're standing still. still in a moment stretched like a bicycle wheel and the world moves so fast I wish they'd go faster, and faster and faster until we have more time to ourselves Love always, L

L elemental archival retrieval survival eternal Love, L.

Oh, baby, I love you so much. I know we'll make this work... this is too good to lose... We know now... nothing can come between us. Always remember. I love you, Always, Your L

Lucy Lucy Lucy, my Lucy I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you! Oops. Sorry - that just slipped. p.s. If you don't like it, feel free to post whatever you want here. Just like I do. :)

You are admirable.

That's so fucking cuuuuuuuuute.

die.

people in love don't talk this way. this is like people in insecure.

duck and cover.

maybe so, but it's true. love is holding her hair back when the stoli/cioppino mixture is resurfacing. this whole dialog could have been equally served in e-mail. so why the exhibition? insecurity.

i can vouche for nate, although my wife and i have made point to tell the other we love them on a daily basis, oh and we also kiss ( i mean a kiss too, no peck on the cheek shit) daily as well, it's 10 fold when she returns from a business trip. We have found this cuts down any fights we may have by 80.7%, and increases the frequency of sex we have by 93.2%. but then again in the first few months of a relationship, people can act alittle silly and goofy, they usually fuck like rabbits, say ridiculous things to each other because their lons are buzzing.....it wears off and you wonder what the fuss was about... i suspect thats where lather and lucy are coming from with these exchanges

thats should be "loins are buzzing" and peeps were busting my balls because i said these exchanges made me "uncomfortable" where the hell were you man to relieve me of s ome of the flack????

it doesn't make me uncomfortable.

well it did me, especially when specific body parts got thrown into the mix, my point being, duck and cover like the man said

It must be so awesome to know what love is to the absolute exclusion of what love is not. Boy, I think I will start posting copies of every sappy thought I have here so you fucknuts can explain exactly why I'm NOT in love or why I AM in love, because of course there's only one way to properly love, only one way to properly manifest that love, and Nate and Patrick have the gospel straight from Venus on this one. Would it be possible for you schmucks NOT to know everything for a 5 second interval in my fucking day? Or at least treat posts with the sort of sympathy you might display towards those cats that never learned how to meow properly for whatever reason (I'm sure you both know why they don't fucking meow properly, too, because of course it isn't just Venus you're hooked in with, you're also down with Bast).

yes it is ok I will be happy to read them yes we do, she is doing fine thank you i can talk to the powers that be, but i suspect not, a 3 second pardon may be arranged, but 5 is pushing it my cats meow very well when they need to fucknuts? thats good! why are you so angry.......? fucknuts....damn. i woulld like to remind you miss margret of something i learned in english class way back when. never say "i think or I believe " when writing a paper, it's obvious that "you think" it, you are the originator of the paper. SO with that in mind, need we state "i think" with every god damn post? I would hope you realize that we have our opinions, why our posts, and more likely mine, (i seem to be a popular target and it's getting old) are being regarded this way anymore than anyone else's I dunno. But if i need to prempt each post with I THINK so it's clear that whatever preceeds it is only an opinion, not written in stone by the hands of your gods, then tell me and i will... it seems some of you regard my posts more than i do, damn!

marge baby... this one's for you: I gotta take a little time A little time to think things over I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older Now this mountain I must climb Feels like a world upon my shoulders I through the clouds I see love shine It keeps me warm as life grows colder In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me I'm gonna take a little time A little time to look around me I've got nowhere left to hide It looks like love has finally found me In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again I can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me I wanna know what love is I want you to show me And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is And I know, I know you can show me Let's talk about love I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside I want you to show me, and I'm feeling so much love I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide I know you can show me, yeah I wanna know what love is, let's talk about love I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too And I know and I know, I know you can show me Show me love is real, yeah I wanna know what love is...

blech.

fuck you, dave. i wanna know what love is. and I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME.

pissy pissy. i remember in seventh grade when everyone was a backstabbing bitch, i had people i called friends. sure, when they got together and slammed me behind my back. that's what you did back them, slammed the person who wasn't there. and i know now that that wasn't friendship. and no, i may not know the extent of what friendship can be, but i certainly know what it isn't. i've also not eaten every kind of fruit, but i definitely know that a handfull of dogshit is not fruit. when you climb the ladder to see what's over the fence, you can learn that the fence is not the whole of the world. but it doesn't mean you know the whole of the world.

i said "...preceeds" it should be "proceed" instead....

man, what the FUCK are you babbling about?!? just put the psilocybin down and back off slowly, kid. it's detox time.

What the hell is wrong with you people?! Why is everyone so angry? Whoever wrote complaining that this place is getting clique-y is right. It's become like a dysfunctional family. Stop fighting, damn it! There are no rules here. Everyone can say whatever they want. It's not like anything anyone says matters anyway. The only reason anyone comes here anyway is because they're bored and feel like spewing for a while. If you don't like what you're seeing, pretend you didn't see it and move on.

Thank you, fucking Mary Poppins. Look, people, we all know this is about dialogue. I, for one, do not have to go home happy with everything. I stayed out of the whole fray on the wherever it was, was it I oughta fly to Seattle or what? I'm just exercising my PRIVILEGE of free pressure sensitive linguistic shrapnel bombing. 'Cause, you know, it really irked me to witness the salting of the wounds, especially at the level of amour. I can go back to exasperated lurking. I'd apologize, if I were sorry about anything. I ain't. HOT CHAT RIGHT HERE, BITCH.

i said this when i stormed off before "getting clique-y" actually my wife observed it, when i encouragaed her to come on and hang when she was bored, not only does she not have the time, but when she did come on when Gee was telling her her family history, she said.."those people are bratty, silly and clique-ish.." i re evauluated sorabji, and thats when i stormed off, i saw what she was talking about.....now i just don't care, she thought that was super sweet of you rhi to send the leaves. OH and Jim, THANKS for the xmas card, that was nice of you to think of me, and the pciture you enclosed is stunning, did you take it?

to hell with dave. i want YOU to show me, rhiannon. let's talk about love, baby. I wanna know what love is, let's talk about love I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too, spider, honey. I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too And I know and I know, I know you can show me Show me love is real, yeah I wanna know what love is... you just can't hide from my love, sugartush. c'mon down and spread it on me thick, spiderchile. you know you wanna.

"we all know this is about dialogue" RIGHT!!! and personal love notes are hardly interesting dialog, HOWEVER, i will defend his right to post them, BUT nothing can go without scrutiny or evaluation, just try and be a little nice about it, you were not nice margret, and I suppose i should defend your right to be an ass, but whats the point, being an ass is the least interesting of dialog.

god thats so dirty swine, this is turning out to be a great thread! im excited

Oh, damn, can that really be true? Was I not "nice"? Maybe I'll get kicked out of my "clique." Or maybe I'm in the "not nice clique."

will you show me what "love" is, marge? i'll clique ya anytime, baby. <wink, wink>

Swine, look at yourself: talking dirty to one girl, making eyes at another...you're never going to get any of my sweet love that way.

I don't think I can show you what LOVE is, but I can certainly offer you a glimpse of SOMETHING.

goddamnit. you all fucked it up.

Nate, will you make me dinner at your house when I run away from home? I promise to only smoke outside. I would like fried ravioli with some kind of exotic pesto. Thank you. Your Pal, -- margret

absolutely. i've never had fried ravioli, much less made it though. is that like an italian potsticker?

I dunno, it's fabulous. It's, basically, ravioli -- deep fried. It's like if my family moved to Italy and started cooking the traditional dishes, what would happen. The food would have the same ingredients, but would end up deep friend or cooked on the BBQ. Or, you know, my mom would buy ez-ravioli in a spray can and feed it to the cats in strings of raviolicious goo, and the cats would riot everytime they saw that can.

woah.

yummmy japanese pot stickers!!!!!!!! trader joe has some kick ass pot stickers too.... i think he's a "PLAYA" by modern definition, Rhiannon, keep your heart in your front pocket and do not show it to him under any circumstances, he will take it and run, it goes in the same room with everyone's mom. daddy swine!

sounds a typical family in the south marg, take something "ethnic" and fry it, bbq it, put gravy on it and have a natural light with it

mmmm natty light.

fucknuts is my word. (c)1997 syrup see The Drive By for reference.

and you all are kicked out my me and margret's clique too.

ahhhhhh do you get residuals eveytime someone uses it? like how much did margret pay out to use it? do you have bulk rates? can I assault three peeps for the price of 2 if i purchase it 3 days in advance? just checking

Martin Martin Martin, my Martin I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you!

but were we ever in it?

This Martin guy is a fortunate man.

the dynamics of this thread are unfuckinbelievable

Get up, get on up. Get up, get on up.

i always wanted to be the guy in the background saying the "get on up" part

it's not going to happen.

Sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me...

Can You Get To That {G Clinton, Ernie Harris} I once had a life, or rather Life had me I was one among many Or at least I seemed to be Well, I read an old quotation in a book just yesterday Said "Gonna reap just what you sow, The debts you make you have to pay." Can you get to that? Can you get (I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (hey!) (get to that!) Can you get (can you get to that)(I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that I recollect with a-mixed emotions All the good times we used to have But you were making preparations For the coming separation And you blew everything we had When you base your love on credit And your loving days are done Checks you signed with a-love and kisses Later come back signed "insufficient funds" Yeah, get to that! Can you get (I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (hey!) (get to that!) Can you get (can you get to that)(I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (x3) When you base your life on credit And your loving days are done Checks you signed with love and kisses Later come back signed "insufficient funds" Y'all get to that Can you get (I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (hey!) (get to that!) Can you get (can you get to that)(I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (x2)

i know nate, but man what gig that would be eh?

you could be the "I wanna know" guy too. but it's not going to happen.

or the dudes.... JB-Can i yake it to the bridge?" dudes- "Yeahhhh!" JB-"Can i take it?" dudes-"yeahhhhhhhhh" eddie murphy had a great bit about JB in Delerious

or the dudes.... JB-Can i take it to the bridge?" dudes- "Yeahhhh!" JB-"Can i take it?" dudes-"yeahhhhhhhhh" eddie murphy had a great bit about JB in Delerious

XXX It's not for free but I'll take your love if your love will pay me. I see your wallet in your pocket. You know I carry my heart around my neck like a locket so I can take it off. Now I feel GOOD, I feel like CANDY, go out on the street I'm gonna make some money. That was just a joke about the money, you're gonna pay me with your life. Out on the corner like a fallen Maraschino cherry I know you're scared to eat me. You got a candy red sports car. My heart is not a sports car. My heart is cab your love is a fad and you're a drag. And now I feel good, I feel like candy, go out on the street I wanna make some MONEY. That was just a joke about the money, you're gonna pay me with your life. You wanna have me, you watch me like tv. You wanna hold me, collect me like rubies, talk about me like a movie. You're so dirty. And now I feel good, I feel like candy, I'll get in your car, I wanna make some money. That was just a joke about the money, you're gonna pay me with your life. --M. Timoney

he asked if it was just for sex we hadn't/didn't have sex. ha ?

my girl wants to party all the time party all the time party all the time.

It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight

back to life. back to reality.

i'm too sexy for my sweatsock

I'm too sexy for my Sock Monkey

don't you know you got to sock the monkey. yeah yeah. sock the monkey.

put a boogie in your butt. i'm in the universal clique.

put an electric wire in your butt

I'm an electric wire And I'm stuck inside your head! --- I challenge anyone to name that song...

Yes I do love Lucy Phurre! And we do exchange via email. Also via hidden little paper notes, alphanumeric pager messages, phone conversations, and even in person. I just felt like posting here as well, and it was fun for both of us, so :P Oh, also I KNEW she'd be on here like a shot first thing, before the... y'know, and so... Wait - what the fuck am I expaining any of this to you for!? Anyway if it does burn out, if she ever does dump me - Margaret, I got my sights on YOU - you vixen! And now, here's another one for all of your expert analysis:

Lucy Lucy watch you dance Lucy Lucy in my pants Lucy Lucy on my face Lucy Lucy thigh embrace Lucy in a latex tight Nipples tucked just out of sight Lucy dance and Lucy sway C'mon close it's time to play Lucy Lucy getting wet Lucy Lucy Lather's sweat Lucy Lucy not alone Lucy Lucy buried bone

Uncomfortable?

I'm gonna cop to the last line being lifted from Pink Floyd: If you didn't care, what happened to me And I didn't care, what happened to you We would zig-zag our way, through the boredom & pain Occasionally glancing up through the rain Wondering, which of the buggers to blame And watching, for pigs on the wing You know that I care, what happens to you And I know that you care, for me too So I, won't feel alone, on the way to the stone Now that I have somewhere safe, to bury my bone And everyone knows, a dog needs a home For shelter, from pigs on the wing

"regrets"

Lather, I thought it was "wondering which of our mothers to blame..." you know, for that Freudian psychology angle. I was going to use those particular lyrics as wedding vows. Sigh.

flying swine reap porcine vengeance.

singing sock monkies rape savage swine uncomfortable, yeah, lucy in leather? whooo

Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Stick needles in my belly Take samples of my skin I don't care as long I can live with saucer men I know that you don't take requests but I'm a special case C'mon on down you saucer men and take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Hey cattle mutilators let me join your crew Give me a knife You bet your life I'll cut up cows for you I don't care if you're some kind of ghastly fiend without a face So c'mon down you saucer men and take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Come down you little robots with your little nipper claws You pale and bug-eyed aliens with white and clammy paws Life is just a sucker's dream and death is a disgrace So c'mon down you saucer men and take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space Take me off to space take me off to space C'mon down you saucer men and Take me off to space -Nenslo

THE BLEEDING HEAD OF ARNOLD PALMER.

"You're going back to Missoula, MONTANAAAAAAA!!!"

I think I'm going to be sick.