Feeling pain�
Lying here�
I can feel it�
Crying here�
Looking up at the screen�
Sobbing�
At the last word you said�
�Retarded��
I cannot believe it�
I refuse to believe it�
I am sorry� sorry that I hurt you
I wish you could tell me�
Tell me how I hurt you�
I have done nothing�
Just cared�
Looked out for you�
Stuck up for you�
Stood by your side�
No matter what�
We�ve been through so much�
You cannot possibly think this�
I would never hurt you�
Never�
So save me tonight�
Take back your words�
Hold me close again�
Take away my pain�
And I will be there for you�
Just remember everything�
Everything we went through�
Every secret shared�
Every moment there�
Every tear�
Every night�
Everything I have told you�


(Anonymous)



... brought a tear ta the eye ... sad ... hope sum one can mend that sum ones hurt ... sad Quote

For the real Amazons of Greek mythology are not of dust or decay, but of marble friezes and graceful amphoras and poets nodding upon grassy hillocks in Ionia. They are shining young women in shining armor, living with a horse between their legs and arrogantly scrawling the supremacy of their sex on the unending scroll of the wind.
D. Sobol
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Found written on the wall in a stall in the women's room at WallyMart :

you fucker i love you damnit.. and i know that scares you and i don't care anymore.. i wasn't going to say it because you didn't like me saying it

but if you're gonna get angry and leave me alone.. i'll say it shout it sing it.. spray paint it everywhere, leave messages on strangers answering machines for you.. hand prints and your name in hearts in fresh cement.. cut your name into meat in the market and melons that street vendors sell.. i'll scribble poems about you, loving you, my tear stains on pages in the libraries across the world... i just don't care whether you can deal with it or not..

(alone)(alone)(alone)(wtf)

� anymoose 2011 Quote

Amore...
sento di amarti ogni giorno quando ti penso
ed il mio cuore sorride...
Sento di amarti
quando stiamo insieme...
vivendo la semplice vita in qui viviamo
delle cose che ci circondano.
Sento di amarti qunado,seppur lontani..
siamo legati da un comune senso
di rispetto amore ed affetto...
Sento che siamo proprio fatti l'uno per l'altra
e che diversamente a mia vita non avrebbe
la gioia che questo legame mi regala...

� Bianca 2011 Quote

Que?



And so it was that mid-way through this life I found myself in a forest dark and forbidding...

I had lost my way...

I, Dudley, not Al nor Gary, was beset on all sides by beasts...

When lo, as I despaired from standing on high once again...

That I began to grapple with the hard, stark reality that the Divine had forever deserted me...

I was visited by an incarnation, a spirit from days gone by...

Yes... It was...

the Poetic One, who shall remain nameless here and perhaps forever more...

He would be my Guide...

Through the 9 circles of the Inferno...

Through the 9 layers of the Limbo...

Handing me off to an unknown Angel to see the 9 connections to Paradise...

It is a Universe populated by many colorful and odd souls...

Fermented with many strange Philosophies...

Where ...'s and ()'s and Illuminations blend the Tapestry so richly...

And Allegory quaffs vodka martinis in relaxed smugness...

Yea Sinner... Yea Philosopher... There are more things Here than in your crude Philosophies...

And in tyme they all shall be revealed unto you...

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Please

(guitar)(black)(like.hers)
(thinner.face)(like.hers)
(long.loving.voice)(like.hers)
(br ight.lights)(fans)(like.hers)
(but.yours)






� Please.enterprises 2011 Quote

Joey Says Pretty Poetry

Joey is so angry, he feels he's owed a debt
Though when and where and how incurred
Happened while he slept.

So rife with fury, so upset
He pounces on the room
And spins a wondrous verbal deluge
Where DID he get his loom?

"No poem would be fit for my debt of gratitude
Nothing you can place in your sphere of influence
Scant pricks
Small indicator
See what happens when I gut your fish
Were you to impose on me I may even lend you a plow or two
Put on your party hat and go little basemen
Flaunt your fairy air"

And sadly Joey's put to sleep
But only for a while.
He'll wake quite soon and spin some more
A new dream weaves his ire.



� Small Indicator Rhymes Inc. 2011
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Marat was dead... dead as a return 50 years past audit...

And his apartment was shambles...

It looked even worse this morning, when bathed in this drab, fog filtered light.

"Geez boss, why are we back here, and so goddamned early?" whined his red-eyed sidekick.

The Chief Inspector's eyes coldly and efficiently rescanned every nook and cranny of each subcompartment of the room as he stepped slowly in.

"We were fooled in our first visit." said the Inspector as he continued to scan undiverted.
"Our killer is very good, very careful. But he made one mistake."

The entrance to the bathroom was now visible to the Inspector. He glanced up and shuddered to see the bathtub that had once contained a horribly punctured and bloodless body. He could still see the blood scrawled letters "DDR" where the victim had supposedly etched the identity of his killer as his life retreated to whence it came.

The Chief Inspector set down the bloody script on the kitchen table. He had been through it all night.

"How do you know we were fooled. The mountie profited very much by his death." queried his aide.

"We know because of the killer's mistake." was the patient reply, again while searching.

"You see, the language is wrong. Completely wrong. All of his masterworks are in Italian."





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Mattia... love story!! PART 1


That night I saw Mattias house...in a dream.

A light breeze was blowing. The house was on a hill overlooking a bay. It was a small country house, surrounded by green, I've seen from the road. I did not go further I remember there were other houses along the road, but that house, I do not know why I felt it was Mattias. I asked someone who was passing by... and he said yes. Knew him, was Mattias friend... perhaps. My heart was pounding...

And then the ships... Ancient ships, wood, beautiful. And I thought a trip on that fabulous blue sea under the bright sun.

The colors were saturated in the dream, but the soft edges, like those of an impressionist painting, and the scene was beautiful on the edge of reality ..

Seeing, in the dream, that house, "for the first time, as I said touched, made ​​me...... feel closer to Mattias, as if I could still bite a piece of Mattias life, as if we were not so far . And the ships, cross the sea to reach a distant place .. metaphor was the dream of a possible future encounter, those with the desire that Mattia could cross the sea to come to me ..

But Mattia was not there. There were Mattias places, there was the house, there were the smells of where Mattias lived, carried by the wind, and those colors, and that sun of that beautiful place, but Mattia was not there. And I, in that dream, I would have given anything to see Mattia .. to meet once more (...) eyes... just smile .. once again ..



� Bianca Quote

Mattia... love story!! PART 2


It was late afternoon, a summer afternoon and the sun. The sea and the sky were very blue.
Mattia and I were walking near the beach. I felt the white hot sand under my feet, the sound of water, the water's edge, behind us. I was running. Mattia was running after me... grabbed me, we both were laughing. Mattia had on a T-shirt and jeans... took my hand and then Hugged me close, gently, I could feel Mattias breath. We looked into each others eyes, smiled, I was happy. We climbed on my bike, Mattia was behind me, our bags loaded on the top box, and went away... Run Together!

That day...full of feelings and colors, all so vivid and intense that it hurt. I felt once again our hands holding one another and I was happy. HAPPY. HAPPY as you can not even say... Intense joy! So happy that I don't wanted those moment to end... and then that sweet warm voice

"I'll hold you forever, forever, with me, my love" I said, "I'll love you forever... always."
I was not alone anymore (...) was with me

I started singing... Mattias was laughing recalling my mother words that I don't know how to sing! But I wanted to sing, I was happy " Talk to me like the wind talks the trees, talk tome like the sky talks to his land, but I'm helpless..
I chose to be free... Now is the truth, the only thing that matters. Tell me if you do something if you're feeling I'll take care of everything I gave you, tell me! We are in the same tears, like a sun and a star, light falling from the eyes, the sunset of my land
On new days, listen to me, now i know how to cry, I know I need you, I've never been able to pretend
I feel you close, my breathing does not lie, in all this pain nothing wrong, nothing, nothing ...
The sun speaks to me of you ... you listening?
Now the moon is talking about you ... I'll take care of everything you gave me ..."

Mattias hugged me again... I burst into tears, sobbing, unable longer to stop...(...) voice "You are my flesh... my blood my life"

� Bianca Quote

Mattia... love story!! PART 3



Mattias left for some days... but I�m lost and I don�t know where to go. I don't know what to do! Sitting alone inside our house has just brought even more pain. When Mattia is not around everything is unclear...

Everyone says that love is the greatest thing in the world .. maybe, but I want to know what love is when you can not share with the one you love ... There are days when I'm sad, because I am afraid ... Maybe Mattias won't come back, anything can happen. I miss (...) lips, the warmth of (...) body against mine ... in those moments I fall asleep and dream ... imagining the two of us happy together ... I miss those little things, even those stupid things that we do when we are together... caressing (...) face ... hug ....look in (...) eyes .. and tell ...

The phone rang... and I run like crazy to answer it. I knew it would be Mattias. I answer and no signal... I was so frustrated could not stay in one place. It was difficult to concentrate. I tried several times to calm myself but was impossible. I lied down in bed with the hope that Mattia would call again ... and this is how i fell asleep.

.......

Mattia and I met in my town. Mattia had come just to be with me some days. In this dreamlike journey we spent our time together, doing the normal things: something eating, walking, talking. Friendship between us only flat, and no sign of love or trust, nor emotional nor physical. At the end of the dream accompanied Mattias at the airport, had to catch a plane to return to back in (...) land home .. and I in my heart I knew Mattias was going to go away and never would see (...) again.
After having looked into (...) eyes one last time, not talking, I turned my back and started walking toward the exit of the airport.
But Mattias suddenly behind me, shouted, louder than the buzz of the crowd, "My love!!!" .. I turned around and I saw (...) smile.
And then I returned the smile.

The dream in that moment vanished...
That smile. And there I stopped, turned toward Mattias, watching (...)
Without speaking.
The dream has vanished again, one last time.
Dark.
That image. I and (...)
Dark.
I opened my eyes.
What? Where? ..

The next morning I did not do anything but think of that dream.
It was my subconscious wanted me to communicate that history to Mattia now? I had accepted our separation?
It would suggest lack of confidence between us, indifferent attitude on my part...
Were just signs of the acceptance of separation? No I would never accept loosing (...)
Falling in love with Mattia, and suffer for (...), it was nice, positive, and taught me so much.

Mattia would live in me throughout the years, surviving moment and all kinds of difficulties. Mattia was near me all the time.. with our memories, emotions and all spent together. That passion has given me strength, helped me to overcome the difficulties that would come, made me believe that love could exist .. as it existed and had existed. And it would still exist!

Love, when it is sincere, genuine, deep, does not forget, you do not replace and does not pass ..
Just the weather changes .. sublimates the pain in sweetness and longing, which will lead you in forever.


� Bianca
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noice ... PART4 b4 bedtime please.. Quote

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(emptyness, wind)


boing boing boiiiiiiiiiiing

boing boiny boiny boin boing boing boing boing

BOING!!!

phwee phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee phwee phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

phwee phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee phwee phwee

phwee phweey phweey phwee phwee phwee

phwee phweey phweey phwee phwee phwee

phwee phwee phweey phwee phwee phwee phwee phweeeeey phee phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

phwee phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

phwee phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

boing boing boing

boingy boingy boing boing

(emptyness, wind)


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Sergio Leone? Quote

Sergio Leone?



Either that or Magic Roundabout ! Quote

* The middle aged Italian man, slightly potbellied, black trousers and vest, white shirt, black tie, small pointed waxed mustaches, white apron, appears at the door of the building. He looks out with his gentle brown eyes, searching to his left, and then his right. A sign in the large plate glass window to his right displays a menu. Reflected in the window can be seen a few wire metal tables on the side walk, none occupied, the street with several automobiles and one bicyclist riding along, a mix of pedestrians ranging from one elderly couple, and multiple business people, to two women with baby carriages chatting as they stroll. Proceeding across the street are two attractive women, one a tall thin brunette with her hair tossed by the wind, in a black suit and black gloves, her black heels and seamed stockings drawing the attention of one of the business men, and wearing sunglasses; the other a more petite woman, a large hat on her head, dressed in a startling deep blue dress, white gloves,a black and blue Gucci bag and matching shoes; her blonde hair is long, reaching her mid buttock.* "Ohhhhh Signorina, Signorina!!!" the man shouts. "Borsa, hai dimenticato la tua borsa!!!"

The two women stop and turn, the blonde reaches out a white gloved hand to touch the shoulder of the brunette who begins to stride across the road. In the blue sky gulls can be seen soaring in the air in the distance, and a child's voice can be heard shouting.

� Amanda 2011 Quote

Two Hours and 32 Minutes Earlier

The ancient taxi pulls up before the light brown, finished stone, front of the ninety-year-old building. The traffic on the busy street provides glimpses of the cab and of the street level front of the building. There is a green and white striped awning over the sidewalk in front of the building, and a large glass window with the words �Ristorante Frederico� in shining gold leaf can be seen. The door to the restaurant is painted in a glossy black enamel and glimmers with the light reflected from the cab and the passing vehicles in the street.

The driver of the cab can be seen turning to speak to the passenger, who, on the far side of the vehicle remains only in silhouette. Several pedestrians wander the street, some busily hurrying to whatever task is at hand, some slowly walking, window shopping, or just taking their time. A pair of businessmen walking and speaking together turn and, continuing to walk, look briefly in the window of the cab as they pass it; they smile at whomever is in the rear passenger seat, and one tips his hat. The door of the restaurant opens and a middle aged man, dressed as a typical waiter, exits the restaurant and, hurrying, goes to open the passenger door of the cab. The sounds of traffic, of gulls in the distance calling, a ships horn, obscure what he says as he leans and opens the door. His smile is wide and engaging.

A blonde haired woman in a blue dress rises into view behind the cab. She is much smaller than the waiter and quite pale skinned. She holds out a gloved hand, which the waiter grasps and bows over. What they say cannot be heard but they speak, standing on the sidewalk in the reflected bursts of light from passing vehicles, briefly. The woman places a large brimmed hat upon her head and arrainges her hair. A large commercial truck passes by obscuring the view. When we next see the front of the restaurant the woman is entering the door, which the waiter is holding open for her. The waiter follows her into the restaurant. The door eases slowly shut.

2 Hours 24 Minutes Earlier

Viewed through the front window of the restaurant Frederico a passerby sees two beautiful women seated at a white linen covered table set for the two of them, one light, her hair the color of glowing fog, her skin like moonlight on ice; the second dark and rich, glowing warmly from the sun, tanned and liquid in her appearance, her dark eyes flashing in animation. They are leaning forward, smiling, engaged in rapid conversation. They look in each other�s eyes. The blonde�s bare hand rests upon the tablecloth. The brunette reaches her hand across the table and lays it upon the blonde�s. They both cease speaking for a moment, then laugh and twine their hands together.

2 Hours 20 Minutes Earlier

�Oh I�m so glad you had time for lunch with me today. I was soooo bored at the hotel, and couldn�t get a single word written.� The women sit together at the table, still touching hands, the noise from the near by kitchen can be heard, cook and helpers moving china, pots, and the sound of steam being released. The waiter is standing beside a small bar, behind which a woman of his approximate age in appearance stands.

2 Hours 19 Minutes Earlier

The waiter leans towards the woman behind the bar and, a smile on his lips, whispers to her �Non � meraviglioso vedere loro due insieme ancora una volta." To which the woman, a somewhat sardonic look upon her face mumbles, "Dovrebbero andare a Albania e sposarsi � cosa dovessero fare", and crosses herself quickly in Roman fashion.


� Amanda 2011 Quote

Two Hours and 32 Minutes Earlier

The ancient taxi pulls up before the light brown, finished stone, front of the ninety-year-old building. The traffic on the busy street provides glimpses of the cab and of the street level front of the building. There is a green and white striped awning over the sidewalk in front of the building, and a large glass window with the words �Ristorante Frederico� in shining gold leaf can be seen. The door to the restaurant is painted in a glossy black enamel and glimmers with the light reflected from the cab and the passing vehicles in the street.

The driver of the cab can be seen turning to speak to the passenger, who, on the far side of the vehicle remains only in silhouette. Several pedestrians wander the street, some busily hurrying to whatever task is at hand, some slowly walking, window shopping, or just taking their time. A pair of businessmen walking and speaking together turn and, continuing to walk, look briefly in the window of the cab as they pass it; they smile at whomever is in the rear passenger seat, and one tips his hat. The door of the restaurant opens and a middle aged man, dressed as a typical waiter, exits the restaurant and, hurrying, goes to open the passenger door of the cab. The sounds of traffic, of gulls in the distance calling, a ships horn, obscure what he says as he leans and opens the door. His smile is wide and engaging.

A blonde haired woman in a blue dress rises into view behind the cab. She is much smaller than the waiter and quite pale skinned. She holds out a gloved hand, which the waiter grasps and bows over. What they say cannot be heard but they speak, standing on the sidewalk in the reflected bursts of light from passing vehicles, briefly. The woman places a large brimmed hat upon her head and arrainges her hair. A large commercial truck passes by obscuring the view. When we next see the front of the restaurant the woman is entering the door, which the waiter is holding open for her. The waiter follows her into the restaurant. The door eases slowly shut.

2 Hours 24 Minutes Earlier

Viewed through the front window of the restaurant Frederico a passerby sees two beautiful women seated at a white linen covered table set for the two of them, one light, her hair the color of glowing fog, her skin like moonlight on ice; the second dark and rich, glowing warmly from the sun, tanned and liquid in her appearance, her dark eyes flashing in animation. They are leaning forward, smiling, engaged in rapid conversation. They look in each other�s eyes. The blonde�s bare hand rests upon the tablecloth. The brunette reaches her hand across the table and lays it upon the blonde�s. They both cease speaking for a moment, then laugh and twine their hands together.

2 Hours 20 Minutes Earlier

�Oh I�m so glad you had time for lunch with me today. I was soooo bored at the hotel, and couldn�t get a single word written.� The women sit together at the table, still touching hands, the noise from the near by kitchen can be heard, cook and helpers moving china, pots, and the sound of steam being released. The waiter is standing beside a small bar, behind which a woman of his approximate age in appearance stands.

2 Hours 19 Minutes Earlier

The waiter leans towards the woman behind the bar and, a smile on his lips, whispers to her �Non � meraviglioso vedere loro due insieme ancora una volta." To which the woman, a somewhat sardonic look upon her face mumbles, "Dovrebbero andare a Albania e sposarsi � cosa dovessero fare", and crosses herself quickly in Roman fashion.


� Amanda 2011



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1 Hour 49 Minutes Earlier

The two women rise from the recently cleared table. Only their crumpled napkins and two milk white demitasse cups in their saucers remain. The room is illuminated by a soft yellow indirect lighting, and occasionally a flash of bright sunlight reflected through the large plate glass window at the front of the room. The waiter moves the brunette�s chair and a tall, thin, young, dark haired busboy slides the table to an angle to allow the blonde to move. The voices of a couple speaking softly at a table toward the front of the restaurant can be heard. Muffled noises of food being prepared and the voice of a chef lecturing an apprentice in the kitchen can also be heard. The older woman stands behind the bar wiping it with a bright white bar cloth. She seems uninterested in the actions in the room and completely focused on removing a single smudge on the finished wood of the bar.

The brunette leans to the side, and turns her lovely face and whispers to the waiter. He nods, smiles and steps away from the pair. The brunette turns to the blonde smiles and says, �Come bambolina.� Holding her hat and gloves in one hand, and her purse in the other, the blonde moves to follow the waiter toward an entry to the kitchen area. The brunette, in her severely tailored black suit, stands for a moment watching the waiter gesture the two of them to follow, and then, at the blonde�s generous walk. The brunette then follows, her own gait quite generous on it�s own.

As the group enters the kitchen the older woman at the bar looks up once and shakes her head gently side to side.

1 Hour 47 Minutes Earlier

The blonde�s ass, stretching the blue of the dress�s fabric, creates a rolling ocean of movement in its color and fabric. She climbs the wooden stairs of a narrow, dimly lit stairway; her hat, gloves and purse grasped in her left hand, her bare right hand occasionally settling upon a dark wooden handrail fixed to the right wall. Save for a ceiling light glowing yellow in its glass globe at the landing above, only the light from the kitchen below illuminates the shaft. The brunette�s bare hand and the sleeve of her black tailored suit approach the hem of the blonde�s dress, lifts it slightly exposing the smooth white skin of the blonde�s thighs.

1 Hour 46 Minutes 30 Seconds Earlier

Looking down from the landing at the top of the staircase, we see the blonde illuminated by the yellow ceiling fixture, wobble on her heels, stop, and then grasp the handrail with a startled look on her face, she smiles and says �Stop that, you�ll make me stumble!� The brunette close behind her looks up and chuckles. The waiter stands at the bottom of the stairway looking up with a large smile of his mouth. From the kitchen the sound of water being run in a large steel sink, and of pots and plates being washed can be heard. The blond continues up the stairs.


� Amanda 2011 Quote