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I like it when I feel strong and move and can feel all the sinews and muscles working in unison.
But like I said, mostly I lust. And not even just for sexy boys. Everything I like makes me feel all lusty. Like a smooth pool, or the feeling of being in water. A blustery day makes me want to do dirty things to the wind.
Please elaborate. Except nobody. You I don't wanna hear from.
Please elaborate. Except nobody. You I don't wanna hear from.
Dame, oxidization is a completely natural phenomenon and if you aren't comfortable with real bodies and their attendant processes then I suggest you become so because otherwise you're going to remain miserable and ashamed forever. (!!) See that punctuation? That's how mad I am at you. And I'm so afraid of the raw power behind that anger that I've quarantined it within parentheses. Beware.)
Divine Wino: Oh, I also catch eels with a horse's head tied to a rope.
The only place I've ever heard of this is in Gunter Grass's The Tin Drum (which I'm currently reading). Do people still do this?
You speculate only semi-correctly, as I have neither listened to old neckbone or seen the Tin Drum in many a year.
Whistling past the grave yard is is just a favorite phrase and pass-time for me.
Catching eels with a horses head is jacked from the Tin Drum, but not recently, I just think that is a very deeply odd thing to do, and if I had to pick one thing to do, the imp of the perverse tells me to pick that.
Nobody: Oh yeah, watch it when you are done, it's fairly nuts and good.
Oh yeah, watch it when you are done, it's fairly nuts and good.
Now I'm excited. One thing about reading the book (and I'm around halfway through), there have been long sections during which my imagination forgets to picture the narrator as the size of a three year old. I expect the movie will fix that.
You've already won, my darling crackpot.
Now wasn't that easy, dame? Seriously, that's all I ask. Here, I'll go slip into something more parenthetical:
I 10d the sandbox, so get your grubby lips out of there.
On preview: mike9322, it was on Sesame Street (Ernie messing with Bert, I think) for one thing, which pretty much guarantees national recognition, though I imagine it was one of those kids things that spread nationwide well before appearing on tv. (Now that I think of it, I think there was an askMe about spreading kids games/jokes a few months ago. . .)
Y'ever read Waterland, Divine_Wino? Graham Swift, interesting book about the fens in England, and eels. Lots about eels. Also, there's a natural history of the eel by Richard Schweid that I found fascinating, if you'd like to read it I'll loan it to you along with Botchan next time we quaff. Speaking of, my cold seems to have departed through my left eye last night, leaving me with the occasional sniffle and gluey lashes, so after one or two nights' safety rest I'll be rarin'.
I haven't but if it's got fens I'm into it, I'm a fen man, me self.
I would happily hang out tomorrow night assuming that the lady is not so totally ill and messed up from being sick that she cannot pickup or attend to the kid, we shall see.