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fly on the wall
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4/1/2008 2:51:45 AM
women are not human, they are like the mist, like the winds that blow
The more I learn about women the less I care to understand.
I stand in the desert and wait for the shifting of the sands, then it comes, the one perfect cool breeze that changes my life. I savor it, it passes too quickly. Then it's dark for a very long time, my life is cold and grey. Time stops, I sleep, frozen. I am awakened by this penetrating warmth and my eyes open again. I don't even want to look at the source for fear it is a mirage. but it's there, the warmth, to stay at least until I don't know who I am anymore.
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Verity
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4/1/2008 4:17:44 AM
Wow Fly, I had no idea your poetic nature had such depth - sounds like some lady/ladies have confused your normally little Fly brain OR maybe they just really pissed you off....Oops that wasn't very poetic was it ....sorry
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fly on the wall
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4/1/2008 4:35:26 AM
That was describing a period 17 years long. I was creative writing and I accidentally hit submit.
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Roach up your nose
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4/1/2008 8:05:11 AM
"...but it's there, the warmth, to stay at least until I don't know who I am anymore."
[This is the quest of love]... when someone you've known penetrates your soul, as the air does move mist into the body ~ everything you thought you were becomes dust and bones, and when her rain turns it to mud ~ they reform in the knowledge of the perfection they always were.
... but before the rain falls if the wind should get too strong, and you fear you will become dust in the wind.... try slipping beano block into her martini. :~D
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Hugh Hamilton
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4/1/2008 8:29:20 AM
Women aren't human...they're SUPER-human...givers of life...and more...
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Pulse Eternal
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4/1/2008 9:39:16 AM
I just have one thing to say to all that.......
Meow!
:-D
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Magnetfisch
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4/1/2008 10:57:07 AM
women are just like
- my mother (and btw all mothers of the planet and surroundings in fact)
- her mother
- her stepmother
- my sister
- my girlfriend
- my ex-girlfriend (as well as all my potential ex-girlfriends)
- female colleagues at work
- women in summer in the city... (not excluding other seasons and cities)
- and all the girls Julio Iglesias loved before
- female musicians and listeners here at IAC
and our singer I guess ;-)
(which makes lots of women, 3 billions something)
cheers & rock'n roll
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The Man With No Band
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4/1/2008 11:06:17 AM
That Julio Iglesias is one lucky dood !
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srm
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4/1/2008 11:16:29 AM
Or a big fibber.
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4/1/2008 11:32:25 AM
Hey ! Fly....... " I am awakened by this penetrating warmth "
...sounds like you might well have been violated in some way...i'd get your bits checked out if i were you......
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Hugh Hamilton
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4/1/2008 12:23:18 PM
lol
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4/1/2008 5:39:34 PM
These women are definitely not human...and they really blow...as many times as you want...
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LyinDan
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4/1/2008 6:10:13 PM
Damn. I missed the convention again. I was busy.
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Larz Boah
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4/1/2008 10:40:54 PM
yes Fly, even you...maggot that you were...born upon the wings of fly-love, know
the truth which permeates your existence, as humans do...that Women are the
givers of life, the rivers of love... in all of it's complexities...and without whom, Music
and Art would be non-existent....or at least, it would be, yet a stagnant mirror of a
fruitless shallow grave of unhappiness. Oh, sweet womanhood...let LIFE be born!
Let joy of the heart be given, ripped and torn! Let Mountains fall before your blood
and glory! Let wars be fought and Honor return to your name! Let the warming
hearth of your womb and oven remain untamed! And let all upon the Earth and
beyond bear witness to your gentle and deadly charm! Books, stories, sounds
from strings and musical things, hands of men clutch and mold strange clay,
painting, brushing away while their hearts pound, visions of your essence
and mysteries driving their souls and minds while you remain undefined....
escaping the clutching reach........unto your nectar we swim!
Women In Art
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Larz Boah
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4/2/2008 11:45:25 AM
Hey Fly....your blog gave to me a poem from the muse and just wanted to
post the final draft (i think) which i also posted on my artist and Pipeline
page. That's what i love about the blogs here at IAC....all kinds of idea's,
humor and such...ya just never know when the creative spark will hit....
btw/ this poem is from my above comment here...a bit refined tho
Timeless Fruit
Women are the givers of life
the rivers of love in all it's complexities
and without whom, Music and Art would be
non-existent....or at least, it would be,
yet a stagnant mirror of a fruitless
shallow grave of unhappiness.
Oh, sweet womanhood...let LIFE be born!
Let joy of the heart be given, ripped and torn!
Let Mountains fall before your blood and glory!
Let wars be fought and Honor return to your name!
Let the warming hearth of your womb and oven remain untamed!
And let all upon the Earth and beyond
bear witness to your gentle and deadly charm!
Books, stories, sounds from strings and musical things,
hands of men clutch and mold strange clay,
painting, brushing away while their hearts pound,
visions of your essence and mysteries
driving their souls and minds
while you remain undefined....
escaping the clutching reach....
unto your nectar we swim,
without your love we weep
(c) Larry W Johnson/Larz Boah
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fly on the wall
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4/2/2008 12:34:07 PM
Larry, that was great. gentle and deadly charm, oh yes. unto their nectar we swim, absolutely.
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Larry W Johnson_
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4/2/2008 10:58:39 PM
Hey...thanx ...glad ya like it Fly...i've posted that breathtakingly beautiful
vid creation a number of times on my pages...it had 2 be here if we're
discussing Women, music, &Art....is that a cello playing?...Man!...literally
stupendous!...is it a Mozart piece?...if anyone knows please post and if no
ones seen this work of Art....Shame On You!.... without computer savvy, it
couldn't have been done, me thinks. heh
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