Stephen Crane Once, I knew a fine song, - It is true, believe me - It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!' But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky. oOoOoOoOo I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never -- " "You lie," he cried, And ran on. oOoOoOoOo In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter -- bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart." oOoOoOoOo
"She rhymes!" I chime.
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!" And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees." They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks, They laughed all day, they laughed all week, They laughed until they had a fit, They laughed until their jackets split. The laughter spread for miles around To every city, every town, Over mountains, 'cross the sea, From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. And he said,"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT - I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT." And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried. oOoOoOoOo
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One day in the bathtub, I noticed tissues of fat protruding out my chest. I hopped out the tub and ran to my mother, concerned, astounded by the thing that was now my chest. I was nine or ten. Surprise titties. I can't go a post without making some lame joke.
Papa rode on the horse the White horse He was so cruel And he would not Feed The white horse For days One day They went to the Sea The white horse And papa I wished the White horse Would swim To the other island And leave Papa for good He was so cruel And he would beat The white horse For days But the white horse Stayed she was not fed For days One day The White Horse Got mad And bit Papa to death. I did not wish The horse Would eat Papa whole. I too would be Cruel then oOoOoOoOo
Today we are making poems I hope you've brought your helmet your pacifer your seatbelt, First take off your face then your shoes. Making a poem is easy even I can do it, so I do, I bake and boil words to ashes and grizzled fat bits, old bits, burnt bits, black-as-black-jack-bits don't be afraid to turn up the heat on your new work new friends, new names, you should be cooking on high flame, use a slotted spoon to fish out your poems, then cram them in the mouth of someone you love. oOoOoOoOo Strict is my diet I must nog want It maketh me lie down at night hungry It leadeth me past the confectioners It trieth my will power It leadeth me in the paths of alternation for my figure sake Yeah, though I walk trough the aisles of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet rolls for they are fattening The cakes and the pies, they tempt me Before me is a table set with green beens and lettuce I filleth my stomach with liquids My day's quota runneth over Surely calorie and weight charts will follow me, all days of my life And I will dwell in the fear of the scales forever oOoOoOoOo
A giraffe came by the willow tree Stopped to gaze and talk to me. For he was very lean and tall A pillar, a column, a walking wall. And as he looked down upon my face His eyes were wide two pools in space, As they engulfed, the countryside, The sky above, held me inside - Their special height and slant of things Their special view of every thing, And I could see by looking up The wealth within his loving cup That thinks and drinks the sun and sky And watches us from way up high. And yet I found it sad to see That he could never reach down to me For he was too tall, too much ideal And I was too small, too much the real. So, this angular figure, graceful and wise Of astounding vision and cool clear eyes Watched the sun rise, then watched it set Looked down on me and seemed to forget That I was as much a part of this scene As the sun in the sky, the oak in the green. Then the willow tree watching standing near by Saw the distance between us and started to cry she bowed down her head touching the ground And from that day to this, it's the way she'll be found. oOoOoOoOo
The picture. It is lovely! I am glad I left the picking to you, Jay-nee-chan. The nickname is abysmal, I realise.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too, Went for a ride in a flying shoe, 'Hooray!' 'What fun!' 'It's time we flew!' Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew, And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew As higher And higher And higher they flew, Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too, Over the sun and beyond the blue. ' Hold on!' 'Stay in!' 'I hope we do!' Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Never returned to the world they knew, And nobody knows what's happened to Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. oOoOoOoOo
The Sun appeared so smug and bright, One day, that I made bold To ask him what he did each night With all his surplus gold. He flushed uncomfortably red, And would not meet my eye. "I travel round the world," he said, "And traveling rates are high." With frigid glance I pierced him through. He squirmed and changed his tune. Said he: "I will be frank with you: I lend it to the Moon. "Poor think!--You know she's growing old And hasn't any folk. She suffers terribly from cold, And half the time she's broke." That evening on the beach I lay Behind a lonely dune, And as she rose above the bay I buttonholed the Moon. "Tell me about that gold," said I. I saw her features fall. "You see, it's useless to deny; The Sun has told me all." "Sir!" she exclaimed, "how can you try An honest Moon this way? As for the gold, I put it by Against a rainy day." I smiled and shook my head. "All right, If you must know," said she, "I change it into silver bright Wherewith to tip the Sea. "He is so faithful and so good, A most deserving case; If he should leave, I fear it would Be hard to fill his place." When asked if they accepted tips, The waves became so rough, I thought of those at sea in ships, And felt I'd said enough. For if one virtue I have learned, 'T is tact; so I forbore To press the matter, though I burned To ask one question more. I hate a scene, and do not wish To be mixed up in gales, But, oh, I longed to ask the Fish Whence came their silver scales! oOoOoOoOo
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples; I am drowsing off. I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the water-trough, And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and reappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin That rumbling sound Of load on load of apples coming in. For I have had too much Of apple-picking; I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, For all That struck the earth, No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whether it's like his Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, Or just some human sleep. oOoOoOoOo A long time ago, when the world was young Someone put some food on their tong They tasted the food, and thought it was nice Most fruit liked it - but banana's thought twice. They held a meeting at quarter past eight Whilst the human's were getting home late They decided they didn't want to be eaten they said "No way, we're not going to be beaten" So time went by, and human's got old Banana's got ready, for their prophets had told That soon shall come the dawn of war. Where humans will rule the earth no more. The humans knew not of the evil banana's plans They made their cars, guitars and aluminum cans And the banana's began to take over the east While humans knew not, and kept having their feast. But time has run out, no more hiding there can be Or else the banana's will kill George, you and me We must take up arms, and fight to the end Because, believe it or not, a banana is not a friend. Support the cause! oOoOoOoOo CHILDREN, behold the Chimpanzee: He sits on the ancestral tree From which we sprang in ages gone. I'm glad we sprang: had we held on, We might, for aught that I can say, Be horrid Chimpanzees to-day. oOoOoOoOo
I flat-out refuse to let this Larry Apple guy win. Little monkey mimics, I say we confiscate his stash of bananas for a week, and cut the tree. No more bananas for chimpanzee Larry, and no more apples on the tree. oOoOoOoOo Some days I think I need nothing more in life than a spoon. With a spoon I can eat oatmeal Or take the medicine doctors prescribe I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill or pound the table to get attention. I can point accusingly at God or stab the empty air repeatedly. Looking into the spoon’s mirror, I can study my face in its shiny bowl, or cover one eye to make half the world disappear. With a spoon I can dig a tunnel to freedom spoonful by spoonful of dirt, or waste life catching moonlight and flinging it into the blackest night. oOoOoOoOo
*Alias: Lilith Family Member/Title: The She-Wolf Musical Talents/Interests: Played the piano for three years some years back, any knowledge had prior has fled my head; I remember none of it. I take singing lessons but it is informal, infrequent, and (admittedly) I don't much practice. I sing in my lone time. I can't guarantee a contribution from me. I don't like to feel obligated but, we'll see where this goes. Gender: Androgynous. Theme Song: o Personality: Nondescript. *Contact: KernelCustard@live.com Picture?: I leave this to Jay-onee-chan. *Favorite Color: an earthly Olive Green Favorite Genre of Music: Anything listenable. *Do you have a microphone?: Yes. Anything else you'd like to share?: Sharing is not caring, hands off.
Have any of you any experience in it? I began lessons today (or yesterday, rather: lesson already had), once a week. Curious, I've not heard of many people horseback riding... perhaps, because they contain themselves usually to the rink; and steer clear of cars and other such things. I'm too timid with the animal, too gentle, and you cannot be overly gentle with a horse, so I've heard. We'll see where this goes.
You are approachable (or you are not, but the fool that is me doesn't pay your demeanor any heed) but highly defensive, as seen when I approached you some time ago. You never did answer. But, I can hardly remember what the conversation was of. Schizoid PD? If I recall. If you think to ask this question, you are losing it. Or you never had it to begin with, I cannot say for sure as I've not been here long enough. You care for our opinions... so I don't think you [entirely] impassive. No, I don't think you impassive.
I make incomprehensible animal-like sounds when alone. Woofs, whimpers, meows, hisses among the most comprehensible.
Pick a food, any food. Spoiler Now you are locked in a room with but a toilet and that food of your choice. Describe how you will physically feel on day 2,837? Does your food provide proper nutrients for survival? Or did you choose ice-cream (in which case you will be brittle as a stick)?
Can we do it? Spoiler Spam images. We'll be there soon.
Confession: I always thought that you and Jaku...? Ja... Je... Jiku! Yeah, that's it, Jiku. I always thought you two would make for a mean couple. It's a shipist's dream. For the record, this is more of a jest if anything. No one can tell when I am jesting it seems, I must spoil it. Spoiled, soiled, my funniness foiled. dammit. Half jesting, anyways, perhaps there is a grain of truth to it after all... I can see it.
