I never liked the milk bar scene but only because I can’t stand drinking a glass of milk. I can do it on cereal but it gives me the geebees everywhere else.

Bales of Baleful Silence.

Ya, I was thinking about how you’d probably rather not thank Lois as I was posting this. :-D

Malevolent silence. Roaring silence.

my first wife used to say:
there was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good
she was very very good
and she was bad she was horrid!

d- used to riff on the theme, usually some variation of “and when she was bad she was better!”

an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead

These are the Swine by thejimihindranceexperience.

These are the Swine.

jts

Thank you Mssr. Lee.

trust me, lois with a few beer under her belt on tuesday afternoon is not something i want to thank.

i sorta misappropriated this line from “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?” starring Burton/Taylor. up until “August: Osage County” depicted my mom in glorious color, the Burton/Taylor pic was the definitive reference on my parent’s marriage.

I love how the owl that stayed behind it looking down, thinking “that’s poop on my damn feet.”

donuts gud

kewewwl!

kewl

did i say it one time?!! lmao

That is so kewl.

oh yeah

1000% yes.

Before the twisty gymnastics got involved I remember having the innocent necking dreams. The steamy heat, the fumbling, the tripping heart beats. Two heat seeking beings and the thought of
those lips. Always the lips.

got the ludwig van cranked up and a jug’o’milk

GOD BLESS YOU. i mean that as sincerely as capital letters allow. sooo much of what you wrote is the word. i’ve dated some mary’s. i’ll try to relate a story or 2 about ‘em. it’s one of the nuggets of corn you can glean from the mountain of horseshit in marianne w’s canon: LOVE IS MAGICAL. it literally casts a spell. a spell like the fiction of love songs and movies, only real.

I think that one of reasons I adore her so much is that magical, fantastical love that she sings of. That “running away with you” love. I had that once with a girl named Mary. When I was with her, it was always reckless, uninhibited, passionate, unforgiving. We answered to no one.

“Baby, baby ain’t it true…I’m immortal when I’m with you.”

After our first date, I pulled up at her place to drop her off. She looked at me from the passenger seat and shyly said, “I want a kiss.”

We only dated for about three months and maybe that’s why I miss her. Being honest and realistic, we never got to the part in the relationship where we hated each other. Maybe not everybody gets there but I always seem to. :-D

And we kissed all the time. Intensely.

We were stopped at a red light intersection on a highway once, making out in my black Mustang. The light turned green but we didn’t stop or go. As the cars went around, some of them honked angrily, others whistled, other cheered. It was, still is, one of the best moments of my life.

PJ Harvey’s songs bring all those memories back.

And this is all good material for Book II.