632 Comments Posted by ~me

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BONER!
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This image conjurs up so many emotions and song lyrics!
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That poor soul will never live that down, not with the likes of you two gals around.

:)~
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I like a person who doesn't recall where they left their underpants!
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Naw, that was jsut ~Me.
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Anything done for another is done for oneself.
[Qui facit per alium facit per se.]
~Pope Boniface VIII


**Close Lynne, real close**
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Qui facit per alium facit per se.
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My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
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Longfellow!
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I have sent an email informing them of how appalled I am at this revolting exploit.
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Broken Mirror
I sat in dream one afternoon,

reality in doubt

With eyes closed tight and nodded head,

images about.

I saw a golden mirror

on a wall of deepest black

And as I gazed upon it,

no images came back.

But when I turned to walk away,

it shimmered in its splendor

And revealed itself to be

my lifetime's secret tender.

It showed the times I'd smiled and laughed,

it showed the times I'd won

It showed to me my golden hours,

the times through triumph gone

But woven through the clouds of joy

and mists of exaultation

I found a black and silken cord

in every situation.

I grasped it by its tattered end

and pulled out all the slack,

And within seconds all the clouds

and mist had turned to black.

No more laughter, no more smiling;

lightning filled the skies.

Scenes of horror, scenes of pain.

Tortured, hate-filled cries

Filled the mirror of my life

as new dark times emerged.

I saw the screams that no one saw,

the tears that no one heard.

All the times I was the fool

and blindly followed on.

Then with broken heart and soul,

I cried until the dawn.

How can this be? How is it true?

Was I such the dupe?

Instead of standing high and proud,

I was forced to stoop.

No more the pain, the shocking truth,

this torture to endure.

I'd rid myself of memory,

this evil gone for sure.

So with my unprotected hand

I dealt the fatal blow

And as result the crimson tide

of regret did flow.

But as I stood there staring,

I realized something more.

My life is like that mirror,

shattered on the floor.
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Yuppie larva and spooky trench coat kids almost too funny!

If ever I name a band it would be that.
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No on Keeping score, I meant.
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No one scoring here.
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OH ME, OH MY! THAT HAS GOT TO BE THE MOST PRETTIEST SOAP DISPENSER I HAVE EVER HAD THE PLEASURE LAYING EYES ON!