just ignore and let this one die

But they can't ticket the rain or the roads so.... and they were proly going at the posted speed limit

/me is so happily mellow.. sitting here listening to the Unchained Melody..over and over

I missed a shopping trip last night?I need new clothes damn it.

It's still there. Everything is 5L.

Brain Restriction is the name of the store.

What happened last night?

I always miss these things (and I stayed up really really late muttering how bored I was and how nothing was going on, related: I also missed Madhu's party while bored in my corner wishing there was something to do)

(unless, of course, this was another internal discussion on the thread, like the flower clothing picture taking one)

((dang it, not only am I missing stuff that I should probably know about, like Madhu's party, I'm now missing at least 5 pages from this thread, judging from the quoted messages I see. sheesh. And to top it off, that transcript of the Lindal sex party got lost, and I can't get a new copy to download onto my computer. All I was able to read before it self-destructed was "Female Jerboa: Hi Claire.")

/me shakes his head sadly, ears drooping

Compose and delight? My talents lie in limericks, not symphonies. Simple doggerel can't compete.

How could I compare to a symphony?

The nervous anticipation as the conductor commands attention.

Then, quiet as a whisper, strings. An ephemeral melody light as a spring breeze brushes at the edge of your senses, tantalizing, beckoning, compelling your attention, sparking your curiosity with promises only hinted at, but certainly foreshadowing things to come.

Your attention is focused now, as the woodwinds add new textures, and reveal more of the story. Flutes, clarinets, and oboe mingle with strings entwining complex harmonies, reinforcing the evening's dominant theme but now exploring new possibilities, to surround you and sweep you along the currents of sensation.

The music swells, percussion demanding your heart to pound in your chest, coaxing the breath from you, leaving you light headed. But all too soon, a dimuendo, falling away to another gentle, almost playful aire, leaving you giddy but unsatisfied. Frustration...Confusion...Could this be the end?

No! Merely a gathering of strength. The brass, with their bright clear tones, and strong, steady purpose take command. Thought and doubt are banished. The music surrounds you, enfolds you, a single trumpet piercing it's core, driving to a final purpose.

The music changes, quickening, gentle still, but with a strength and focus that will not be denied. It presses from all sides, swelling and ebbing, demanding of you nothing and yet everything.

The timpani are frantic. Each beat vibrating to your core. Gentleness has given way to a driving passion. All effort toward a final, single purpose. Without warning, a final powerful crescendo. Wave after wave of cymbal and drum crash around you. A cacophany of sensation buffets you, as the music reaches it's peak, fulfilling then surpassing each quietly whispered promise.

Finally spent, having achieved it's aim, the music changes yet again. The fierce carnality of moments before fades away, leaving in it's wake a softness, so like the original but now filled with tenderness born from having shared itself with you. On a cloud, you are returned again to this reality, and enfolded in the music's gentle caress as it ever so slowly fades away.........


/me sighs
No, I'm just a simple little feller, content with brainless rhyming. I'll leave the symphonies the true artists.

/me swoons

/me loves the men of this Forum

I've heard that song before.

Wow... I do believe that was Ravel's Bolero... at least it elicited the usual response...

...Back in a bit - I think I need to go sleep this off for a bit.. wow- just wow..

one user agrees....and agrees...and agrees.....

woo hoo! Thanks!

/me looks at Jerboa...and is utterly beyond words.

It echoes in my mind and in my heart- indeed.. "can do so much.."

/me crawls in and collapses.

Spent the day trekking around a wetlands nature reserve, studying geese. There is not a single part of me that doesn't hurt or isn't frozen.

Never. Again.

I'm heading for a nap. Back soon....

Brain Restriction is going out of business -- all clothing is marked down to L$5 and some of the jewelry, shoes, and boots also. It was a sale I found out about and notified folks in Group Chat - around 5:00 pm SLT.

We'd all have to be pretty darn responsible to get roads built, water delivered, kids educated and firefighters dispatched without some sort of central organization.



Very cool. I thank and honor all who serve in the armed forces.





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzsWuqNlLK4

She isn't going out of business, according to the conversation I had with her last night.

It's my Mom's birthday today! Yay Mom!

/me asks does he have a brother and where do I find him. This fabulous, wonderful, gentle man must surely be taken. Heart strings have been tugged, never to be released again. /me lets out a long deep sigh as her mind swirls into the dreams of a kalidescope of never ending color. falls into a faint as the words "Jerboa, Jerboa" cross her lips.. her hand raises to touch the lips that faintly whispered his name as she fears that this is the closest she will ever be to him.

Happy Birthday Ann's mom!

Oh, I thought it was a condition only for me.

yay! A reason for cake:




And hey.....we haven't had ANY pies from Ann in a really, really long time.....

I was thinking that Ann has really neglected her pie duties after I saw Yosef serve one in the "Women behaving badly" thread.

/me taps foot...expectantly.....