The Attention Deficit Disorder Thread

The Last of the romantics *sigh*

 

:neutral:


I was more thinking of one of you wearing a gorilla suit and pounding your chest.... mmmmmm.....

 

oke: go go oke: start!

 

I don;t need no stinking gorilla suit with the pelt that I have


Pound Pound Pound pound pound

Uhhhhh haaaaa hhhaaaaaa unnnnh unnh (apologies to Tarzan)

 

Off topic....but still :

"Late one night a figure appeared in the garden. It was almost pathetic; hungry-looking. boss-eyed and twisted. Under the faint light that the room cast over the gravel, I could see that its skin was made of flowers. It was hollow. It shied like an animal, and disappeared into the wood.

I knew it - you would have too, if you'd been there; it was a figure I’d glimpsed in a car park as a child; an expression crossing the face of a stranger late one night at Waterloo Station as I hurried for a train with my parents; a carving in the portico of a mediaeval church. In some nightmarish way it was particular, and it was also infinite. It was itself, it was the wood, it was the last roses in the garden, and yet it was also a wider sentience, perhaps best described as the feeling that the trees and fields we look at have always secretly been looking back into us.

The air felt charged, somehow electric, and as I stared at the place it had been, I became aware of a smell of dust. I smelt the billions of falling microscopic specks, the ghost dust-rain that surrounds all of us, all the time. For one moment of hyper-awareness I could read its mixtures and vintages, the histories and provenance of each particle of dust in the room. And faintly, hauntingly, somewhere on the edge of all the others, I smelt the surviving dust of 1978.

It was a dust of forgotten piano lessons; church halls; school gatherings in terrapin huts. Back then, to a child's nose, even the smell of glass differed from room to room, and for one second I could smell all the mirrors and the windows of those lost days, the unbounded spaces between them; it was a dust of the exhaust fumes of Austin Allegros, the naked wooden floors of a new house, bike tyres and long-discontinued cigarette brands. A dust that conjured pools of evening light, mysterious journeys, finished lives, dreads and hopes of an almost atavistic intensity.

I blinked, I seem to remember I was terrified, but at the same time so surprised, so overwhelmed with longing, with love for the past, love for the dead, that at that moment fear had no real meaning: I inhabited a bright, blank space that I'd encountered once before when I dislocated my knee on a rugby field.

Then neither quickly nor gradually, it was gone. The room returned, and with it the seamlessness, the ordinary loneliness of the night. I never saw that figure, or anything like him, again.

Days later, when the weather had broken, I looked over the hill, past the woods, and the developer's tracks and pylons. The freezing air seemed to distort the sounds of the construction vehicles, and their bleeps and revs sang like human voices. I remember thinking, 'If the world was one degree stranger, one degree more fluid, I could have escaped and joined myself back there, I could have disappeared forever. But it isn't, and I’m stranded here, split into two, getting ready for bed in a dormitory town.' "

 

Geez you read and wrote all that and there isn't even a mention of a goat

 

It's a "song" from the new Clientele album.

 

*sigh*Ok fine then
*goes searching under the bed for box of sex toys left by the ex*

ah here it is

Lets see nipple clamps...check
port bottle....check
furry handcuffs....check
electrically malfunctioning vibrator.....check
chocolate flavoured edible undies....check
Taser....check
foot long double ended dildo....check


Ok lets get this over with so I can get back to watching Glee

 

Does it have screaming guitars and pounding drums?

 

No. :-|

 

Its not one of those pretentious arty farty albums that crirics rave about as being fresh and groundbreaking is it but is just a load of crap?

My music tastes are pretty much I can sing along with

 

Hmmmmm looks like yay is spending some quality time with Bruce

 

:-| :-| :-| :-|

Who is Bruce?

 

Her dildo
I thought you two had been introduced

 

Her dildo is named Edwardo. :28:

 

http://forum.phun.org/search.php?searchid=76139205 go here and she talks about Bruce a fair bit