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17392. Magoseph - 11/7/2005 12:07:50 PM Hello, Ulgine and concerned--why are you doing up so early?
Mac, how are you?
17393. ScottLoar - 11/7/2005 12:30:01 PM The pet now gone is as stark as an empty chair at the table, the place will not feel the same for a long while. 17394. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 12:34:34 PM yet you'll still feel that cat trip your ankles, at times.
look down, not there 17395. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 12:39:59 PM I miss the purring when we slept together, the most, that was the biggest loss, the purring. 17396. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 12:44:15 PM We have a new kitty now and the purr sounds much the same, but it's not that 15-yr-old purr.
Did you have a funeral for your kitty, Scott? 17397. ScottLoar - 11/7/2005 12:52:09 PM My wife and I are in Shanghai and my daughter in Chicago said the cat was to be cremated; she'll keep the ashes. 17398. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 12:54:50 PM Excellent arrangements, sorry for your loss. 17399. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:00:24 PM Juliette , who is Juliette?
Well. I could tell. But I won't, not without a kiss. 17400. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:05:15 PM Lordy, I need to work out. My tummy is swelling in a most womanly way ~ a love pooch.
If I let it go much longer, I will be fat.
That used to be sign of the good life and being well-fed, but no longer. 17401. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:08:20 PM And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you 17402. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:11:10 PM Magoseph & ScottLoar are
racing around to come up behind you again
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled
lines 17403. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:13:30 PM {love that Pink Floyd} 17404. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:15:14 PM You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door
You better fun like hell
You better dun all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside
And if you take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They’re gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run 17405. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:23:45 PM Well, that was written in 1973, 30 years ago, and there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.
The next track is 'Time' which I used, to wake myself up for several years. 17406. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:31:39 PM
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"I never said I was frightened of dying." 17407. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:38:35 PM oopsie. I have been posting lyrics again, which I think you all disapprove of, and not only that, my headphone jack is busted, so I haven't even been posting the lyrics I thought we were not listening together, it's been my iPod!
iFool! 17408. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:45:48 PM Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
~Peter Murphy 17409. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:51:14 PM For Ms. No
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men
Seperate from their awe
With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes
Indigo eyes ...
Asking
But not evil but estranged
But not evil but estranged
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes 17410. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 2:00:17 PM Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
17411. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 2:10:54 PM Ha ha, I'm not telling you my top-rated song, and I won't share, you are a stellarly silent audience throughout this display.
But, I will tell you, I am reading 'Tom Sawyer' to my son, a chapter or two per night. We start off every evening with me saying the Roman chapter, such as XI or XIV.
My son half-heartedly complains I should say the number, and i QUIZ OR CORRECT HIM AS NEEDED.
Sorry for the caps.
We have just FINISHED the part where the big storm hit the tiny islaND.
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