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Posted by Poet on May 8, 2006, at 9:00:07
In reply to That's the thing about politics... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 6, 2006, at 19:46:44
I haven't seen so much mudslinging since the last election!
Posted by Racer on May 8, 2006, at 22:08:32
In reply to Re: That's the thing about politics... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 8, 2006, at 9:00:07
Well, he had a point. 'Course he carried it a bit too far. He thought that every windmill was a giant. That's insane. But, thinking that they might be, well... All the best minds used to think the world was flat. But what if it isn't? It might be round. And bread mold might be medicine. If we never looked at things and thought of what might be, why we'd all still be out there in the tall grass with the apes.
Posted by Poet on May 9, 2006, at 8:49:19
In reply to What they don't understand is... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 8, 2006, at 22:08:32
Sitting there at that moment I thought of something else Shakespeare said. He said, "Hey... life is pretty stupid; with lots of hubbub to keep you busy, but really not amounting to much." Of course I'm paraphrasing: "Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Posted by Racer on May 9, 2006, at 10:26:36
In reply to Re: What they don't understand is... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 9, 2006, at 8:49:19
Let us just say: I was deeply unhappy, but I didn't know it, because I was so happy all the time
Posted by Poet on May 10, 2006, at 8:33:07
In reply to Re: What they don't understand is... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 9, 2006, at 10:26:36
You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good. And I'd make you most unhappy, most. That is, I'd do my best to.
Posted by Racer on May 10, 2006, at 9:55:35
In reply to Re: What I understand is... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 10, 2006, at 8:33:07
Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here. Mother, how do you get smallpox?
Posted by Poet on May 11, 2006, at 9:19:49
In reply to Re: What I understand is... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 10, 2006, at 9:55:35
Daughters. Phooey.
Posted by Racer on May 11, 2006, at 21:39:24
In reply to I say... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 11, 2006, at 9:19:49
What do you want me to do? Learn to knit?
(And I love it when I recognize it before I look it up!)
Posted by Poet on May 12, 2006, at 10:59:57
In reply to Re: I say... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 11, 2006, at 21:39:24
Oh, I love you, Adam, Alex, Peter, Brian, whatever your name is, I love you! I hope we have a lot of boys and we can name them all after you!
Posted by Racer on May 12, 2006, at 16:06:20
In reply to Re: I say... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 12, 2006, at 10:59:57
We didn't steal it, there's no law against stealing stolen money.
Posted by Poet on May 14, 2006, at 17:45:08
In reply to Re: I say... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 12, 2006, at 16:06:20
It might be wrong, but it would be very handy.
Posted by Racer on May 15, 2006, at 12:40:00
In reply to Re: I say... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 14, 2006, at 17:45:08
I don't deal with spooks. She doesn't need a lawyer, she needs a Medium.
Posted by Poet on May 16, 2006, at 8:40:05
In reply to Re: I say... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 15, 2006, at 12:40:00
Why don't you stop being a mummy for a few minutes and come to life? Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a mummy if you had any fun getting that way.
Posted by Racer on May 16, 2006, at 10:51:16
In reply to I think » Racer, posted by Poet on May 16, 2006, at 8:40:05
I only give the food to the women, Mr. Black. Women make the homes, men just make wars ... and hooch. Adam was God's first draft - He got it right with Eve. Tell that to your readers, Mr. Black.
Posted by Poet on May 17, 2006, at 8:16:40
In reply to Re: I think » Poet, posted by Racer on May 16, 2006, at 10:51:16
Certainly I wrote those articles. I was going to get a raise, a month's vacation. But I stopped writing them when I found out what he was all about, when I realized how real he was. He could never fit in with our distorted viewpoint, because he's honest, and sincere, and good. If that man's crazy, Your Honor, the rest of us belong in straitjackets!
Posted by Racer on May 17, 2006, at 12:54:24
In reply to Yes » Racer, posted by Poet on May 17, 2006, at 8:16:40
The word "pixilated" is an early American expression derived from the word "pixies," meaning elves. They would say the pixies had got him. As we nowadays would say, a man is "barmy."
Posted by Poet on May 18, 2006, at 10:13:21
In reply to Perhaps I can explain » Poet, posted by Racer on May 17, 2006, at 12:54:24
Libido, inferiority complex, stinko, blotto, free love, bathtub gin, monkey glands, Karl Marx... is he one of the Marx Brothers?
Posted by Racer on May 18, 2006, at 12:36:00
In reply to Re: Please explain » Racer, posted by Poet on May 18, 2006, at 10:13:21
That's a B. It's the first letter of a seven-letter word that means your father.
Posted by Poet on May 19, 2006, at 10:50:29
In reply to Re: Please explain » Poet, posted by Racer on May 18, 2006, at 12:36:00
I'm not sure she's capable of any real feelings. She's television generation. She learned life from Bugs Bunny.
Posted by Racer on May 19, 2006, at 21:26:52
In reply to Another Explanation » Racer, posted by Poet on May 19, 2006, at 10:50:29
I don't like the way this script of ours has turned out. It's turning into a seedy little drama.
Posted by Poet on May 23, 2006, at 9:11:31
In reply to Re: Another Explanation » Poet, posted by Racer on May 19, 2006, at 21:26:52
Heh, heh, of course not, who can nowadays? Listen, I have trouble writing a postcard to my children. Look uhh, we can give you a six figure advance, I've provide you with the very best ghost-writer, proof-readers...
Posted by Racer on May 23, 2006, at 10:51:39
In reply to I have an idea » Racer, posted by Poet on May 23, 2006, at 9:11:31
As long as the roots are not severed, all is well. And all will be well in the garden.
And welcome home. I missed you.
Posted by Poet on May 24, 2006, at 13:10:48
In reply to Not a bad idea... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 23, 2006, at 10:51:39
No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"
Posted by Racer on May 24, 2006, at 13:41:17
In reply to Though » Racer, posted by Poet on May 24, 2006, at 13:10:48
Well, you're right. I'm terrible. I know I'm terrible. I look at the mirror and I'm ashamed. Maybe I should quit. I just can't seem to do anything right.
Posted by fallsfall on May 25, 2006, at 7:16:34
In reply to Though ? Racer, posted by Poet on May 24, 2006, at 13:10:48
You do one thing perfectly. You are Poet perfectly.
And that's a really cool thing to be.
Air-hugs,
Falls.
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