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Nosy sickos.
Nosy sickos.
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you can believe. because i still believe. look at me. do you see the person you married? because i'm still here. i still feel in my heart eveything i felt when our eyes first met across a crowded lionel richie concert. i can still see you in your work clothes without laughing.hag said:try? i've been trying since i met you, to quiet this incessant yearning and turmoil in my heart. you promised. you said everything was going to be ok. you said you knew what i needed, that i needed you. "the love of a good woman" i think you called it. you are a good woman. but this goes deeper. all i can see is us, sitting in two old armcahirs in some run-down hotel at a seaside resort looking out over the sea. never saying anything to each other. my hand brushing off yours every now and again, making sure you're still alive. both of us just sitting there, endlessly, gathering dust and cobwebs.... make me believe again baby, please.
sometimes i do. i don't mean to be so hard on you... sometimes when i hold you, it feels like i could never hold another woman in the same way. when you lie on my chest and fall slowly to sleep, as your head rises and falls with my breathing, it almost makes me feel invincible. when you whimper, as if some spectre has invaded the kingdom of your dreams, all it takes is the touch of my hand to calm your breathing. and everything is well again.Liadain said:you can believe. because i still believe. look at me. do you see the person you married? because i'm still here. i still feel in my heart eveything i felt when our eyes first met across a crowded lionel richie concert. i can still see you in your work clothes without laughing.
you mean everything to me. let's take a holiday in connemara together and rekindle that magic.
edit: you're just jealous of our love.jane said:Guys, c'mon, it's like TV3 in here.
Oh, look, here comes the mom from Family Ties, all done up like a battery hen. Another movie about saving a failed marriage? Yay!
awesomehag said:sometimes i do. i don't mean to be so hard on you... sometimes when i hold you, it feels like i could never hold another woman in the same way. when you lie on my chest and fall slowly to sleep, as your head rises and falls with my breathing, it almost makes me feel invincible. when you whimper, as if some spectre has invaded the kingdom of your dreams, all it takes is the touch of my hand to calm your breathing. and everything is well again.
but the doubt... shadows from the past and warnings from the future... please, let go of me... let me die alone or let us turn to light like you swore.
it came from my heart liadain. ok, i'm willing to give it another shot. here goes... ............................................... ...................................... ..................................... ...........................got any prozac?Liadain said:awesome
where do you get this shit from?
i mean, yeah, let the light-turning begin! for if i was never again to lie in your manly drummer's arms, never to listen to the beating of your heart, my world would be a dark place, a place where i would weep amid the alien corn as i stood below the rising moon.
No, but you could hire yourselves out to wanna-be bulimics who like their fingers clean.hag said:edit: you're just jealous of our love.
what? if you're bummed out about us hi-jacking your thread, just start a new one. what did your last post mean?jane said:No, but you could hire yourselves out to wanna-be bulimics who like their fingers clean.
i will lovingly feed you prozac as we make love accompanied by a string quartet and a man with a tray of champagne.hag said:it came from my heart liadain. ok, i'm willing to give it another shot. here goes... ............................................... ...................................... ..................................... ...........................got any prozac?
It's not Prozac you need, it's your bottle of absinthe, administered forthwith and in its entirety.hag said:got any prozac?
As in, verbal emetics. Puke-generators.hag said:what? if you're bummed out about us hi-jacking your thread, just start a new one. what did your last post mean?
why are you do down on a bit of silly playfulness? we're having a buzz! ??? are you irritable today?jane said:As in, verbal emetics. Puke-generators.
Guys, best of luck saving your union.
will they be looking at us? making love?Liadain said:i will lovingly feed you prozac as we make love accompanied by a string quartet and a man with a tray of champagne.
I'm not. I'm so nowhere near as irritable as I was yesterday.hag said:why are you do down on a bit of silly playfulness? we're having a buzz! ??? are you irritable today?
ah, i don't know how to spell bulimia obviously... are you sure that's right? mrs. know-it-everything?jane said:As in, verbal emetics. Puke-generators.
Guys, best of luck saving your union.
they might sneak a peek alright..why? do you not perform well with an audience? they can be blindfolded if it's an issuehag said:will they be looking at us? making love?
we are not lovers. we have never fallen asleep together. this is a play. a play on words. man, you can be harsh when you want to be... you seem awfully irritated for someone who isn't irritable.jane said:I'm not. I'm so nowhere near as irritable as I was yesterday.
Despite not being able to stomach even the ironic content of the lovers' tiff, it is hardly an irritant.
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