V,
I'm concerned that you're not eating enough – you can't have money left for groceries when you're obviously spending a fortune on make-up and hair stylists – not to mention costumes (which you already did mention).
... Or is Georges the Lolita look-alike??? Hmmmmmm?
Here are some other Lolita's, but many of these clearly are getting enough to eat..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLijPmZg ... re=related
V, you've sculpted this thread into an art form (OK Georges, maybe you helped a little).
I hope George isn't hiding in a huff because I've been here so often.... hugs to you Georges oooooooooooo ooo ooo oo oo oo o o o (V taught me all I know)
Colonial Suicide
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imaginary friend
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Re: Colonial Suicide
< * . . . i've been thinking the same thing . . . * >V, you've sculpted this thread into an art form
"Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken."
~ Oscar Wilde
~ Oscar Wilde
Re: Colonial Suicide
.
... thanks gals, that's very kind of you to say... I'm just very very dedicated to this as my preferred form of procrastination... if it weren't procrastination, then I'd be avoiding all this like the plague... speaking of which, Georges has been very much a part of my doing this... (honey, that was a little joke... I mean, about the plague... I think...)... Anyway, I've been looking back at the beginning of our story... G & V's story... on other threads, that is... wondering if our romantic tale shouldn't somehow be strung together at some point... it's quite an epic of romantic threadom, I think...
... but back to the subject at hand... so the Germans too are taken by this goth lolita thing... you'd think they'd be more into geisha lolita or something...
and actually, I.F., you've got a point there... I mean about my not eating enough... as it is, Georges won't even let me eat baby carrots or baby peas... he thinks they're too fattening... (and I'm secretly worried now that his favorite film clip so far was the one of Charlotte Rampling... that should keep me emaciated for quite some time)... Oh, and you're also right about my not having any money left over for groceries... once all that fancy dress up stuff is paid for, I mean... still, I believe that all in all I'm managing okay... although I do hallucinate expensive chocolate sometimes... that's the only thing I truly miss... there they are... those rich little morsels of chocolaty goodness, warmly gleaming in their precious little box... just out of reach... [Violet nearly collapses]...
... okay well, hopefully you didn't scare my dankish Irish fetish meister away for long... I do get lonely without him, and he's promised to become as trim as Dirk Bogarde, so... hopefully he'll make good on that... and finally he'll be able to wear all that authentic Nazi stuff he's got in his closet...
Alright.... need to make some soup out of that old ham bone I've been saving... oh, and the one pea... (which I found under those dozens and dozens of mattresses Georges makes me sleep on)... (is there no end to this?)... (I mean, and the tower... where he won't let me look out the window for some reason)... (and my having to weave things for him all the time... magical things... he tells me)... (but then he is Irish...)...
... well, my most cherished goth-gal friends,
maybe you can sneak me some chocolate some time,
(by the way, do these platform heels make me look fat?)...
forever yours in forming forum fashion,
v i o l e t xxx (... oh, I'm afraid that any more xx's and you know who will get jealous...).... (... speaking of...)...
(xxxxx... good night, my love... hope you're sleeping soundly..xxxxx... and not to worry, sweetness... all of this is just... well... girl talk)... xxxxxxxxxx..
xxxxxxxxxx.x.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.x..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x x x x xxxxx x
xxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxx xx x (.. ouch.. you just
snapped my suspender against my rib..)xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xx xx x x...(.. why Georges... you brought me a present?...
such a nice box...)... xxxx... (I assume it's a hat since it's the size of a hea-- geez.. why'd you have to go and do that?... we were
only writing poetry together*...)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x xxx...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx x x x x...
edits: just some minor tweaking after an awful night... hmm... you'd think sleeping on all of those mattresses would actually be quite comfy... Georges must have replaced the pea, I guess...v. another editorial note: been having trouble with that second paragraph, but I think it's reading better now...
* now I'd warned pinata heart about Georges' rather pronounced jealousy, but poor ph, he just wouldn't listen...
... thanks gals, that's very kind of you to say... I'm just very very dedicated to this as my preferred form of procrastination... if it weren't procrastination, then I'd be avoiding all this like the plague... speaking of which, Georges has been very much a part of my doing this... (honey, that was a little joke... I mean, about the plague... I think...)... Anyway, I've been looking back at the beginning of our story... G & V's story... on other threads, that is... wondering if our romantic tale shouldn't somehow be strung together at some point... it's quite an epic of romantic threadom, I think...
... but back to the subject at hand... so the Germans too are taken by this goth lolita thing... you'd think they'd be more into geisha lolita or something...
and actually, I.F., you've got a point there... I mean about my not eating enough... as it is, Georges won't even let me eat baby carrots or baby peas... he thinks they're too fattening... (and I'm secretly worried now that his favorite film clip so far was the one of Charlotte Rampling... that should keep me emaciated for quite some time)... Oh, and you're also right about my not having any money left over for groceries... once all that fancy dress up stuff is paid for, I mean... still, I believe that all in all I'm managing okay... although I do hallucinate expensive chocolate sometimes... that's the only thing I truly miss... there they are... those rich little morsels of chocolaty goodness, warmly gleaming in their precious little box... just out of reach... [Violet nearly collapses]...
... okay well, hopefully you didn't scare my dankish Irish fetish meister away for long... I do get lonely without him, and he's promised to become as trim as Dirk Bogarde, so... hopefully he'll make good on that... and finally he'll be able to wear all that authentic Nazi stuff he's got in his closet...
Alright.... need to make some soup out of that old ham bone I've been saving... oh, and the one pea... (which I found under those dozens and dozens of mattresses Georges makes me sleep on)... (is there no end to this?)... (I mean, and the tower... where he won't let me look out the window for some reason)... (and my having to weave things for him all the time... magical things... he tells me)... (but then he is Irish...)...
... well, my most cherished goth-gal friends,
maybe you can sneak me some chocolate some time,
(by the way, do these platform heels make me look fat?)...
forever yours in forming forum fashion,
v i o l e t xxx (... oh, I'm afraid that any more xx's and you know who will get jealous...).... (... speaking of...)...
(xxxxx... good night, my love... hope you're sleeping soundly..xxxxx... and not to worry, sweetness... all of this is just... well... girl talk)... xxxxxxxxxx..
xxxxxxxxxx.x.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.x..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x x x x xxxxx x
xxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxx xx x (.. ouch.. you just
snapped my suspender against my rib..)xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xx xx x x...(.. why Georges... you brought me a present?...
such a nice box...)... xxxx... (I assume it's a hat since it's the size of a hea-- geez.. why'd you have to go and do that?... we were
only writing poetry together*...)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x xxx...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx x x x x...
edits: just some minor tweaking after an awful night... hmm... you'd think sleeping on all of those mattresses would actually be quite comfy... Georges must have replaced the pea, I guess...v. another editorial note: been having trouble with that second paragraph, but I think it's reading better now...
* now I'd warned pinata heart about Georges' rather pronounced jealousy, but poor ph, he just wouldn't listen...
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Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
My Dear Violet,
The girls are right, you have steered me from the dankish swamp creature to something that is more civilised ( which of course, depends on your viewpoint ) and I love you for that. The fitting end to the story is that you come to my Tower in Ireland ( I will blacken the windows ) and weave your American magick on a appreciated soul ( I will order extra matresses and linen ). Your artistry is far beyond most imaginations, save your Dankisk Knight......................
ps pesagus is crippled, use an airline............
pps I will build you up with some black stuff from the drinking dens
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
The girls are right, you have steered me from the dankish swamp creature to something that is more civilised ( which of course, depends on your viewpoint ) and I love you for that. The fitting end to the story is that you come to my Tower in Ireland ( I will blacken the windows ) and weave your American magick on a appreciated soul ( I will order extra matresses and linen ). Your artistry is far beyond most imaginations, save your Dankisk Knight......................
ps pesagus is crippled, use an airline............
pps I will build you up with some black stuff from the drinking dens
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
Re: Colonial Suicide
.
… oh, hi, my love… sorry it’s been so long, but I’ve been out dancing… (the writer of poetry needs to… well, do some... hmm.. poetic sorts of things from time to time)... oh, and I invented an imaginary dance partner, whom I imagined as you… well… one version of you, my love…
… you know, I just have to say that my most favorite thing that you do is when you -- okay, become Leonard… (OHMUGOD… do I love it when you do that…)… it’s just the most… and (Leonard, pay no mind to this part)… I especially like it when you appear to be Leonard at a certain somewhat younger age…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQm1OmLMNno
FULL SCREEN… this is Take This Waltz… not a thousand kisses, although
who knows how many desperate kisses may here be imparted…
… anyway, you know how I feel… no matter what the guise, my sweet…
… I want you I want you I want you…
… so you’ll ask to lay down with me soon… in a dream of Hungarian lanterns… in the mist of some sweet afternoon…
… and sadly, I know how you’ve climbed to my picture… with a garland of freshly cut tears… after bars where the men have stopped talking… from the blues they’ve been crying for years…
… yes, all this I’ve chained to my sorrow… as I sleep, like a lily in snow… and I hear you singing of dancing… as from death comes this love that we sow…
… this waltz… this waltz… this waltz… this waltz…
… for we'll yield to the flood of its madness… in this hallway where love’s never been…
… oh my love… oh my love…
… take this waltz… take me now… take my broken waist in your hand…
... (it's yours... it's all that there is)...
forever your
dancing
v i o l e t x xx x x x
x x xxxxx
f l xx x xx x x x xx x x
xx o w x xxx x
xxx e
xx r xxxxxxx x x xxxxxxx x x
xxxxxxx x xxxxxxx x x xxxxxx x x x x
xxx x x x x xxxxx x x
xxxxxxxxxxx x x
xxxx x xx xx x x xx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxx
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women xxx xxxxxxxxxxxx x x
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry xxx x x x
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows xxxx x x
There's a tree where the doves go to die x x
There's a piece that was torn from the morning xx
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost xxx x x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xx x xxxxxxxxx x x x
Take this waltz, take this waltz xx x x x xxxx x x
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws xx x
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you x xxx x x x x
On a chair with a dead magazine xx
In the cave at the tip of the lily xx x xx x
In some hallway where love's never been xxx x x
On a bed where the moon has been sweating xxxx x x
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand xx x xxx x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xxxxxxxxx x x x xx x
Take this waltz, take this waltz x x xxxxxx x
Take its broken waist in your hand x xxx x
xxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxx x x x
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz xxx x x
With its very own breath of brandy and Death xx
Dragging its tail in the sea xx x x x x x
xxxxxxxx x x x x xxxxxxxx x x xx
There's a concert hall in Vienna xxxx x x
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews x x
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking x
They've been sentenced to death by the blues xxx xxxx x
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture xx x x x
With a garland of freshly cut tears x x x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xxx x x xxx x x
Take this waltz, take this waltz x x x x x
Take this waltz it's been dying for years xx x x
xxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x...
There's an attic where children are playing xxxxxxxxxx x x
Where I've got to lie down with you soon xx
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns xxx x x x x
In the mist of some sweet afternoon x x x x
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow xx xxx x
All your sheep and your lilies of snow xxx x xxx x x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xxxxxxx x x x
Take this waltz, take this waltz xx xxx xxxxx xx x x
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!" x xxxx x
xxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxx x ...
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... xxx x xxx xx x
xxxxx xxxx x x x x xxxxxxxxx xx x x
And I'll dance with you in Vienna xxx x x x x
I'll be wearing a river's disguise xxxx
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, xxx x x
My mouth on the dew of your thighs x x xxxxxx
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, xx x x
With the photographs there, and the moss xxx xx x x
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty xx x x x xxxx x x
My cheap violin and my cross xx x x
And you'll carry me down on your dancing xx x x x x xx
To the pools that you lift on your wrist x x
Oh my love, Oh my love xxx x x x x xxxx x
Take this waltz, take this waltz x x x x x x x x xxxxxxx
It's yours now. It's all that there is xxxxxxx x x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxx x xx x x
xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx x x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxx x x x ...
xxx.x..(sincerely, l. cohen)..xxx xxxxxxxxx la la la xxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxx x xx x xxx la la la xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx x x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x la la la x x x x xxxxxx x x xxxxxx la la la xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx la la la xxxxxxx la la la xx x x x...
… oh, hi, my love… sorry it’s been so long, but I’ve been out dancing… (the writer of poetry needs to… well, do some... hmm.. poetic sorts of things from time to time)... oh, and I invented an imaginary dance partner, whom I imagined as you… well… one version of you, my love…
… you know, I just have to say that my most favorite thing that you do is when you -- okay, become Leonard… (OHMUGOD… do I love it when you do that…)… it’s just the most… and (Leonard, pay no mind to this part)… I especially like it when you appear to be Leonard at a certain somewhat younger age…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQm1OmLMNno
FULL SCREEN… this is Take This Waltz… not a thousand kisses, although
who knows how many desperate kisses may here be imparted…
… anyway, you know how I feel… no matter what the guise, my sweet…
… I want you I want you I want you…
… so you’ll ask to lay down with me soon… in a dream of Hungarian lanterns… in the mist of some sweet afternoon…
… and sadly, I know how you’ve climbed to my picture… with a garland of freshly cut tears… after bars where the men have stopped talking… from the blues they’ve been crying for years…
… yes, all this I’ve chained to my sorrow… as I sleep, like a lily in snow… and I hear you singing of dancing… as from death comes this love that we sow…
… this waltz… this waltz… this waltz… this waltz…
… for we'll yield to the flood of its madness… in this hallway where love’s never been…
… oh my love… oh my love…
… take this waltz… take me now… take my broken waist in your hand…
... (it's yours... it's all that there is)...
forever your
dancing
v i o l e t x xx x x x
x x xxxxx
f l xx x xx x x x xx x x
xx o w x xxx x
xxx e
xx r xxxxxxx x x xxxxxxx x x
xxxxxxx x xxxxxxx x x xxxxxx x x x x
xxx x x x x xxxxx x x
xxxxxxxxxxx x x
xxxx x xx xx x x xx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxx
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women xxx xxxxxxxxxxxx x x
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry xxx x x x
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows xxxx x x
There's a tree where the doves go to die x x
There's a piece that was torn from the morning xx
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost xxx x x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xx x xxxxxxxxx x x x
Take this waltz, take this waltz xx x x x xxxx x x
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws xx x
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you x xxx x x x x
On a chair with a dead magazine xx
In the cave at the tip of the lily xx x xx x
In some hallway where love's never been xxx x x
On a bed where the moon has been sweating xxxx x x
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand xx x xxx x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xxxxxxxxx x x x xx x
Take this waltz, take this waltz x x xxxxxx x
Take its broken waist in your hand x xxx x
xxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxx x x x
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz xxx x x
With its very own breath of brandy and Death xx
Dragging its tail in the sea xx x x x x x
xxxxxxxx x x x x xxxxxxxx x x xx
There's a concert hall in Vienna xxxx x x
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews x x
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking x
They've been sentenced to death by the blues xxx xxxx x
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture xx x x x
With a garland of freshly cut tears x x x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xxx x x xxx x x
Take this waltz, take this waltz x x x x x
Take this waltz it's been dying for years xx x x
xxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x...
There's an attic where children are playing xxxxxxxxxx x x
Where I've got to lie down with you soon xx
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns xxx x x x x
In the mist of some sweet afternoon x x x x
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow xx xxx x
All your sheep and your lilies of snow xxx x xxx x x
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay xxxxxxx x x x
Take this waltz, take this waltz xx xxx xxxxx xx x x
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!" x xxxx x
xxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxx x ...
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... xxx x xxx xx x
xxxxx xxxx x x x x xxxxxxxxx xx x x
And I'll dance with you in Vienna xxx x x x x
I'll be wearing a river's disguise xxxx
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, xxx x x
My mouth on the dew of your thighs x x xxxxxx
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, xx x x
With the photographs there, and the moss xxx xx x x
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty xx x x x xxxx x x
My cheap violin and my cross xx x x
And you'll carry me down on your dancing xx x x x x xx
To the pools that you lift on your wrist x x
Oh my love, Oh my love xxx x x x x xxxx x
Take this waltz, take this waltz x x x x x x x x xxxxxxx
It's yours now. It's all that there is xxxxxxx x x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxx x xx x x
xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx x x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxx x x x ...
xxx.x..(sincerely, l. cohen)..xxx xxxxxxxxx la la la xxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxx x xx x xxx la la la xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx x x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x la la la x x x x xxxxxx x x xxxxxx la la la xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx la la la xxxxxxx la la la xx x x x...
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Violet
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George.Wright
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- Joined: Mon Jul 08, 2002 3:37 pm
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
My Love, looks like we are heading for Vienna..........sounds so romantic and please, save the last waltz for me...........
Love Georges aka Leonard, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
My Love, looks like we are heading for Vienna..........sounds so romantic and please, save the last waltz for me...........
Love Georges aka Leonard, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
Re: Colonial Suicide
.
... my love, it's been a quiet sort of day today... a bit rainy.. and I'm tired... but I thought to post something for you... I've been in something of a Motownish mood these days... anyway, this is just to tell you that your love has given me strength... and has helped to see me through... oh, and it looks like we're dancing again... (our arms and hands are very malleable it seems, I'm not sure why that is, actually... anyway, I do like the pink dress I'm wearing)...
... so, sweet love, just some sad and sweet musings on "you and I"...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7oxc-UtUFE
FULL SCREEN...
love, your
v i o l e t flower
prettily twirling in pink...xxx
xxxxxx
xx
xx
xx
xxxxxxxxx
xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxx
xxxx xxx x xx x x x x x xx xx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
... my love, it's been a quiet sort of day today... a bit rainy.. and I'm tired... but I thought to post something for you... I've been in something of a Motownish mood these days... anyway, this is just to tell you that your love has given me strength... and has helped to see me through... oh, and it looks like we're dancing again... (our arms and hands are very malleable it seems, I'm not sure why that is, actually... anyway, I do like the pink dress I'm wearing)...
... so, sweet love, just some sad and sweet musings on "you and I"...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7oxc-UtUFE
FULL SCREEN...
love, your
v i o l e t flower
prettily twirling in pink...xxx
xxxxxx
xx
xx
xx
xxxxxxxxx
xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxx
xxxx xxx x xx x x x x x xx xx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
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Violet
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George.Wright
- Posts: 1874
- Joined: Mon Jul 08, 2002 3:37 pm
- Location: Bangor, N.Ireland
Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
We are certainly seeing some of this small planet of ours. I'll wear my dark glasses for u. You are pretty in pink but even better in real life...................
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
We are certainly seeing some of this small planet of ours. I'll wear my dark glasses for u. You are pretty in pink but even better in real life...................
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
Re: Colonial Suicide
.
... oh, you want reality, do you? (my achingly adored one)… Well, sometimes reality can be a bit much… like this incessant (dankish-darkish) need of yours to do this to me… (my sweet)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaamZLKRul0
FULL SCREEN...
.. anyway, I think you know what your stabs do to me, my love… (a fatal flaw of mine no doubt)…
here’s hoping your aim
remains as true as your
tender and devoted love
for me…
surrenderingly...
your
vi o
l
e t fl
o
w e
r…x x.xxxx
xxx
xx xxxxxxx x
x
x
xxxx xx x xxxxxxxxxx
x
xx x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx xxxxxxxxxxx x x x
x x xxxxxxxxxxx x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxx xx x x xx xxxxx x x xxx x…
... oh, you want reality, do you? (my achingly adored one)… Well, sometimes reality can be a bit much… like this incessant (dankish-darkish) need of yours to do this to me… (my sweet)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaamZLKRul0
FULL SCREEN...
.. anyway, I think you know what your stabs do to me, my love… (a fatal flaw of mine no doubt)…
here’s hoping your aim
remains as true as your
tender and devoted love
for me…
surrenderingly...
your
vi o
l
e t fl
o
w e
r…x x.xxxx
xxx
xx xxxxxxx x
x
x
xxxx xx x xxxxxxxxxx
x
xx x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx xxxxxxxxxxx x x x
x x xxxxxxxxxxx x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxx xx x x xx xxxxx x x xxx x…
Violet
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George.Wright
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- Joined: Mon Jul 08, 2002 3:37 pm
- Location: Bangor, N.Ireland
Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
Mr Sirius is like his cigarette smoke, soft and hazy and of no substance. You and me have had the test of time and of various and many locations. The dark arts tell me that he is probally someone else in a playfull mood. Anyways my Love, where shall we adventure now? Our steed is ready........
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
Mr Sirius is like his cigarette smoke, soft and hazy and of no substance. You and me have had the test of time and of various and many locations. The dark arts tell me that he is probally someone else in a playfull mood. Anyways my Love, where shall we adventure now? Our steed is ready........
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
Re: Colonial Suicide
.
... my dear Georges... I accede to your dark arts wisdom on this Mr. Sirus business,* my love... you know I am usually too trusting here, and well, it never occurs to me, at least not until much later, that things aren't always as they appear... although, I always believed you when you told me you were a pussycat... a dankish-darkish (at times violentish) pussycat.. but a pussycat nonetheless... Anyway, I'm feeling very frisky, my love... and yes, our magical white steed is ready... I guess my friskiness is good since.. well... I never realized how very explosive your love for me truly was... but as you'll see, my sweet... we'll be visiting a place on this planet that's in concert with a man's... well with a man who is ready to... well...
(I love you)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0CoAD1atX0
FULL SCREEN...
my arms around you once
again,
your naughty but deeply in love,
v i o l e t fl
o
w e
r xxxxx x x xx
xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x
xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx (all that steam has
sauna potential, I think)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx x
x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxx (my god, Georges, what you've learned in your
equestrian training never ceases to amaze me..)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx x xxxxxx (she must have been quite a teacher.. )xxxxxxxxxx x xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx
x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x... (I think we should have oysters tonight)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
xxxxxxxxxx... (oh my god... again??)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x xxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxx x x...
* to those of you unfortunates who want to keep up with such silliness, this refers to some kind of lurking intrigue brewing over on the Poem for Geoffrey thread (a, uh, Sideways presentation)... just follow the violet colored posts... v.
.. actually.. this whole Mr. Sirus business originally started on a vern.silver thread called... We Pass Into April As If Into A Colder Month... oh, and not to be too confusing, only some of my posts appear in that startling violet hue... I guess I do this as the mood strikes me, and it's only something I've recently started doing... (who can say why?)...
... my dear Georges... I accede to your dark arts wisdom on this Mr. Sirus business,* my love... you know I am usually too trusting here, and well, it never occurs to me, at least not until much later, that things aren't always as they appear... although, I always believed you when you told me you were a pussycat... a dankish-darkish (at times violentish) pussycat.. but a pussycat nonetheless... Anyway, I'm feeling very frisky, my love... and yes, our magical white steed is ready... I guess my friskiness is good since.. well... I never realized how very explosive your love for me truly was... but as you'll see, my sweet... we'll be visiting a place on this planet that's in concert with a man's... well with a man who is ready to... well...
(I love you)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0CoAD1atX0
FULL SCREEN...
my arms around you once
again,
your naughty but deeply in love,
v i o l e t fl
o
w e
r xxxxx x x xx
xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x
xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx (all that steam has
sauna potential, I think)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xx x
x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxx (my god, Georges, what you've learned in your
equestrian training never ceases to amaze me..)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx x xxxxxx (she must have been quite a teacher.. )xxxxxxxxxx x xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx
x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x... (I think we should have oysters tonight)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
xxxxxxxxxx... (oh my god... again??)... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x xxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxx x x...
* to those of you unfortunates who want to keep up with such silliness, this refers to some kind of lurking intrigue brewing over on the Poem for Geoffrey thread (a, uh, Sideways presentation)... just follow the violet colored posts... v.
.. actually.. this whole Mr. Sirus business originally started on a vern.silver thread called... We Pass Into April As If Into A Colder Month... oh, and not to be too confusing, only some of my posts appear in that startling violet hue... I guess I do this as the mood strikes me, and it's only something I've recently started doing... (who can say why?)...
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Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
You must be very excited again, you need a cool shower not exploding fissures...........Anyways, I am sorry for keeping you hanging on, ..............you must be friends with Dracula. It will be time very soon my Love......
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
You must be very excited again, you need a cool shower not exploding fissures...........Anyways, I am sorry for keeping you hanging on, ..............you must be friends with Dracula. It will be time very soon my Love......
Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
Re: Colonial Suicide
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… hmm.. this “it will be time very soon my Love” is very ominous sounding, my darling.. ominous and exciting… (I guess another cold shower is in order… that never works by the way, it just makes me cold, and want to snuggle under some nice warm blankets… with you, my sweet)…
ANYWAY… on to more practical matters…
I think it’s time, my love, for you to finally fess up… I mean, just what is it you do for a living anyway?... I mean, everywhere we go you seem to get the VIP treatment.. It’s very sexy, yes… but… well, at some point I think you really should explain a few things… (you handsome, sexy... well, man you)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWYe-Ef3u5M
FULL SCREEN*… though pixilated I'm afraid...
lavishly in love,
v i o l e t flower (in mink, I think),
a.k.a., Mrs. Georges Wright (married to
an Irish gangtsa???) (OHMUGOD…
... wait a minute, let me consider the perks for a minute...)xxxx x x… [Violet imagines the perks for a minute}... "honey...
today I need a pile of bills about.. oh, this high I think"..xx [using her thumb and index finger, Violet indicates a pile of bills
about six inches high]…" I mean, considering all that expensive erotic lingerie you like seeing me in"… xxxxxxxxxxxxx… [wait.. Violet just
realizes something she's particularly, if secretly, excited about... she whispers this, even in her mind]... xxx..."ohmugod... maybe I can buy
some really expensive chocolate… mmm.. as long as I'm careful, and make sure to hide it so Georges doesn't find out"... xxxx.xxxxxxxxxxxx..
[Violet... done with her momentary fantasy, now speaks to her beloved gangsta man, Georges] [inbetween all of their love making, of course]...xxxx
(oh... honey?.. )xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxx xxxxx xxxx x..(can you show me your xxxxxxxx x xxxx gun again?...) xxxx
x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x xxxxxxxx xxxx x xxxx xxx x x …
* for quite some time I believe, this shot represented the longest tracking shot in film history... only since that time a Russian shot a whole feature as one continuous shot (I'm just now trying to remember how he did that, actually... must have been a 90 minute video tape.. (lousy video...)...
… hmm.. this “it will be time very soon my Love” is very ominous sounding, my darling.. ominous and exciting… (I guess another cold shower is in order… that never works by the way, it just makes me cold, and want to snuggle under some nice warm blankets… with you, my sweet)…
ANYWAY… on to more practical matters…
I think it’s time, my love, for you to finally fess up… I mean, just what is it you do for a living anyway?... I mean, everywhere we go you seem to get the VIP treatment.. It’s very sexy, yes… but… well, at some point I think you really should explain a few things… (you handsome, sexy... well, man you)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWYe-Ef3u5M
FULL SCREEN*… though pixilated I'm afraid...
lavishly in love,
v i o l e t flower (in mink, I think),
a.k.a., Mrs. Georges Wright (married to
an Irish gangtsa???) (OHMUGOD…
... wait a minute, let me consider the perks for a minute...)xxxx x x… [Violet imagines the perks for a minute}... "honey...
today I need a pile of bills about.. oh, this high I think"..xx [using her thumb and index finger, Violet indicates a pile of bills
about six inches high]…" I mean, considering all that expensive erotic lingerie you like seeing me in"… xxxxxxxxxxxxx… [wait.. Violet just
realizes something she's particularly, if secretly, excited about... she whispers this, even in her mind]... xxx..."ohmugod... maybe I can buy
some really expensive chocolate… mmm.. as long as I'm careful, and make sure to hide it so Georges doesn't find out"... xxxx.xxxxxxxxxxxx..
[Violet... done with her momentary fantasy, now speaks to her beloved gangsta man, Georges] [inbetween all of their love making, of course]...xxxx
(oh... honey?.. )xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxxxx xxxxx xxxx x..(can you show me your xxxxxxxx x xxxx gun again?...) xxxx
x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x x xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x xxxxxxxx xxxx x xxxx xxx x x …
* for quite some time I believe, this shot represented the longest tracking shot in film history... only since that time a Russian shot a whole feature as one continuous shot (I'm just now trying to remember how he did that, actually... must have been a 90 minute video tape.. (lousy video...)...
Violet
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George.Wright
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- Location: Bangor, N.Ireland
Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
You tease. I told you I was a Union Delegate, that's why everyone is nice and attentive.........As for that gun, it's only for my own protection, you should never play with it.......it could go off in your hand
Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
You tease. I told you I was a Union Delegate, that's why everyone is nice and attentive.........As for that gun, it's only for my own protection, you should never play with it.......it could go off in your hand
Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
Re: Colonial Suicide
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… but honey… I already told you that you keep me hangin’ on… (bah dum bum) (that’s a drum punctuation, for those not up on these things)…
... anyway, my sweet... I just have one, very special thing to say to you today... (you can draw your own conclusions)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ETyUexbEiI
FULL SCREEN...
... (oh, and I love you Asian, by the way... in that nice white linen suit... )... (... oh, and I also love that sexy, slightly seedy bachelor room of yours... all dark, with slivers of tropical sun pouring in from the busy streets of... well, some exotic place or other).. (oh, Saigon.. that's right)... (but then, you'll have to see the rest of the film for that)... (my sweet)...
your sexy white school girl,
v i o l e t fl
o
w e
r... (only one kiss this time.. x...)...
... oh, okay... here's the trailer... (of course, in trailer speak, "provocative" means "hot sex"...)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G4evBWlwTE
FULL SCREEN...
... I would add that, contrary to a certain, uh, one dimensionality exhibited in this trailer, this is an excellent film, based on a Duras novel I've been meaning to read as well...
… but honey… I already told you that you keep me hangin’ on… (bah dum bum) (that’s a drum punctuation, for those not up on these things)…
... anyway, my sweet... I just have one, very special thing to say to you today... (you can draw your own conclusions)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ETyUexbEiI
FULL SCREEN...
... (oh, and I love you Asian, by the way... in that nice white linen suit... )... (... oh, and I also love that sexy, slightly seedy bachelor room of yours... all dark, with slivers of tropical sun pouring in from the busy streets of... well, some exotic place or other).. (oh, Saigon.. that's right)... (but then, you'll have to see the rest of the film for that)... (my sweet)...
your sexy white school girl,
v i o l e t fl
o
w e
r... (only one kiss this time.. x...)...
... oh, okay... here's the trailer... (of course, in trailer speak, "provocative" means "hot sex"...)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G4evBWlwTE
FULL SCREEN...
... I would add that, contrary to a certain, uh, one dimensionality exhibited in this trailer, this is an excellent film, based on a Duras novel I've been meaning to read as well...
Violet