July 28, 200322 yr i dont know, im not on right now, im on the family comp. i only got AIM on my comp... what times your dinner outing?
July 28, 200322 yr 6:30, here. Actually, I should be getting off here. Its a quarter after 5, and I'm not even remotely ready to go anywhere. Yeah... still in the pjs. :lol: Well, hopefully I can talk to you later. Bye honey. :) (Oh, by the way, it was hilarious last night. After I got off AIM w/ you, I was thinking it was 6:00 in the morning HERE. :lol: it took me a few minutes to realize that it wasn't even close.)
July 28, 200322 yr Author im here...omg you should know me well enough to know i was kidding....omg i dont want to sit in the corner...oh the bad memores :embarrased: :embarrased: :o :D
July 29, 200322 yr sure babe. I just hope my friend's not on there. :lol: *slowly, caustiously logs onto AIM* :lol:
July 29, 200322 yr hey... sorry I had to get off. Hopefully that girl gets off soon. So what's up manders
July 29, 200322 yr heres some poetry about booze :D The Fountain of Blood Charles Baudelaire Translated by Rachel Hadas ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood Measures its flowing, so it sometimes seems. I hear a gentle murmur as it streams; Where the wound lies I've never understood. Like water meadows, boulevards are flooded. Cobblestones, crisscrossed by scarlet rills, Are islands; creatures come and drink their fill. Nothing in nature now remains unblooded. I used to hope that wine could bring me ease, Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind. I was a fool: the senses clear with wine. I looked to Love to cure my old disease. Love led me to a thicket of IVs Where bristling needles thirsted for each vein.
July 29, 200322 yr Author oh its ok emma nutin much herre...cant wait for the '25 pages' bash :wink3:
July 29, 200322 yr Find a Poem > Charles Baudelaire Support this site | Send this link to a friend Add to a Notebook Be Drunk Charles Baudelaire Translated by Louis Simpson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
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