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Duncan
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75 posted 12-18-2003 04:37 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

How cool...we're gonna get pics?!?!?!
Oh and Sharon...I got a sister I'll give ya!  I'll wrap her up in Christmas paper, put a big red bow on her head, fedex her right over!!  
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76 posted 12-18-2003 05:53 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Ta-Da!


Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the premiere tour of The Garden of Serenity. For your own safety, please remain seated once the ride is in motion, and keep your hands in the cart at all times. For the enjoyment of all of our guests, refrain from flash photography. Enjoy yourselves, and remember, have a very serenity day!


Welcome, Enter into...





Okay, okay, I was just kidding.


Now. Really.




Gotchya? sigh...I know




Yep, folks, that's what all the excitement was about. But this is what can happen when ya take the time to water rocks.


But for your patience? There's a little something in Coon Ass country, we call "lagniappe". It just means "a little something extra." Consult a dictionary if you like, but that's the true coon ass definition. So in the spirit of something extra, I toss in a pic of "Bubba 'No-Nuts' Johnson." He grew his as "extras". Chuckle.




All of this proves, I like to think, that from the smallest of acorns, a mighty oak grows...(I'm sure I have pics to illustrate that, but for forum decorum, I'll spare ya'll the visuals.)

[This message has been edited by serenity blaze (12-18-2003 06:28 PM).]

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77 posted 12-18-2003 06:00 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

And speaking of "lagniappe?"

There is a lot of lagniappe I found here at Pip. Many many people, but not the least of which is the lady who actually flew me in while doing this, the fabulous Miss Vicky!!!

that's right folks, vlraynes...

let's all show her our appreciation!

Love ya lady...

thank you

Duncan
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78 posted 12-19-2003 01:30 AM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Ok then...thanks to Vicky for flying Sen in some lasagna so she doesn't have to stop and cook while she's telling us stories.     
Watering rocks, huh?  Who woulda thunk it?  Not a shabby garden ya had goin' on there, not bad at all.  Most colorful rock garden I ever saw in fact!!  Mardi gras Miracle Grow maybe???
And as it would happen, the visit to Serenity's garden reminded me of a couple stories that I promise to try and make brief...
I mentioned awhile back that I had a rock...named Serenity.  
Last spring, which seems a thousand (warmer)lifetimes ago, I planted a small garden out back.  Mostly herbs and hot peppers, nothing too ambitious since my intent was simply to relax there.  To sit in the evening with a beverage, notebook and pen.  Zone out on the cornfield.  Count the peppers in my crop.  Talk to the neighborhood strays...
One day the psycho blonde and I were at the dollar store and I was looking at the gardening stuff.  I picked up some stakes for the basil plant who thought it was a bush, and on the shelf above them noticed a white rock with a snail and the word "Serenity" carved into it.  I thought of "our" Serenity and so placed it in the cart, anticipating her company on inspired summer evenings.  
Got to the check-out and when I put the rock on the counter for the clerk to ring it up, the psycho blonde says, "What's that?"  
I answered, "It's a rock named Serenity".
And serious as she could be, she says, "I don't think that's really it's name".
(Hey...she seemed brighter with the lights out, yanno???)
And onto story #2, which the gladiolas in yall's garden reminded me of...
Was dating a girl once who I was really crazy about and I wanted to do everything "right".  Well, her father was in the hospital so I thought it'd be a nice gesture if I sent him a get well card and some flowers.  
I didn't know her family very well yet, so I didn't know her father owned a funeral home in Philly.  And I didn't know that gladiolas were a flower only sent when someone died.  Yep, sent a dozen as I recall...
Fortunately, he had a good sense of humor and I figured a few laughs at my expense as he told the story...over and over...was the least I owed the guy considering the 4-foot bouquet filling the corner of his room.

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79 posted 12-19-2003 02:45 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Wow.

You've got a rock named serenity...

gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I like that.

And?

I've got a puppy named Duncan.

Hmmmm....

Tell me, does serenity chew on your couch?



But I like that story too--y'know? I'd seen those rocks and wondered if anyone would think of me when they saw "serenity" stamped on it. But then? There's so many products named "serenity" now---there's an all-natural anti-depressant--a perfume--and? there are serenity pads for incontinence too.

(I know, I know, at first I thought, "oh go ahead--piss on that too"--but truly I couldn't pass up the endorsement offer.

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80 posted 12-19-2003 03:02 AM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

You guys are making me cry with these stories I swear. I started naming all my little rocks now in case one they are famous or something.  I can say I knew them when they were only pebbles.     

Duncan, I will take that sister, sight unseen and cherish her forever I swear, send her (but remember when sending to Canada mark it used or a gift, LOL)  

Hey K, did't want you to think I thought these stories were about getting any sympathy - I am just kinda jealous!  You had "sisters" to play with, still do, and that lady is truly "love incorporated" to have memories like these that have more value than any amount of money.  I absolutely love the garden btw.

Got a garden story - can I steal a slot?  Oh well gonna do it anyway.  Mother's Day 1979, Todd is 14 and he gave me the most beautiful plant he got from a friend's house.  This plant kept growing so darn big I quit with the Mirale Grow.  I had to put it out on the balcony, and by August - that dang thing was as big as a small tree.  Well one August summer evening, my then husband and I invited the police officer and his wife from the condo below us for cocktails and dinner.  We went out onto the balcony and our guest spits his drink about a 5 feet, then tells me I better do a better job of hiding that thing.  What thing says I?  Turns out - yup - my son and his friend connived to given me a potted marijuana plant on that Mother's Day and when he showed up he thought the entire incident of my disasterous evening extremely funny.  He did not think being grounded for two weeks was however.  The plant?  The cop took it and got rid of it somewhere, and I could not look them in the face for a long, long time as figured they thought I lied about getting it for Mother's Day.

Loving these stories Karen, what's up next?

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vlraynes
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81 posted 12-19-2003 08:19 AM       View Profile for vlraynes   Email vlraynes   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit vlraynes's Home Page   View IP for vlraynes


Karen?...ya KNOW I'm lovin' every one of these stories
of yours...still snippin' and pastin'...smile

Hmm...the fabulous Miss Vicky, huh?...
yep...I could get used to that...grin

Love the pics, lady, and I'm just glad
I was able to help...smile

And?...I'm in love with Bubba 'No Nuts' Johnson...lol
He's just TOO adorable!

Love you, my sis...

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82 posted 12-21-2003 07:24 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

More than understood, Sharon.

And guess what? We have a date.

But ain't my little garden purty?

I was thinking about that this weekend--how I'd spent alot of time, sitting cross-legged in front of those little gardens, lost in thought, or found in "no-thought"--just pulling the weeds and unearthing rock.  

This brings to mind another story--smile--of course.

I did a lot of watching in those days. Both out of necessity and fascination. There was this gentleman I used to watch a lot--he appeared to be elderly and destitute--I would sit on the steps with my coffee and watch him scour the parking lot after a big night at the "O.K. Corrall", picking up beer cans and kicking at tufts of grass that teased with dew sparkles in the morning sun--

all that glitters is not gold.

but his grocery cart was always full of found treasure.

I'd say hello and he'd say hello back. That was the extent of our relationship. He wore old fashioned dockers, the kind of pants that were made for labor before they became the uniform of the viper room denizens. His skin had the elasticity of a prune, and white wool formed a crown around his head. He would nod and smile, and in the right light, his gold tooth would glint at me, before he'd continue on his way, bobbin' head style, somtimes talking to himself and sometimes singing.

Once I had slept in my sister's bed and woke to hear the gravelly sound of "Amazing Grace" outside my window, and I believed it until the barking dogs chased him away.

Damndogs.

-- But back to the story, eh?

I don't have a specific date to mark the day, but I do have a general idea. It was still winter of 1989, but as happens in Lousisana quite often we had a preview of Spring, and I woke feeling the unexpected warmth, and opened the windows between sips of coffee.

Spring...and my gardens were bare. So I thought I'd spend the morning hours planting some impatiens bulbs inbetween my gladiolas.

I drank my morning inspirational and set out to work.

This wasn't the sort of gardening one watches people on television accomplish in half an hour. Even if I had a shovel, it wouldn't have done much good. There was only one way to beat that soil and that was rock-by-rock.

So I sat cross-legged and inched my way down, not worried about efficiency, but just taking pleasure in the way the released soil crumbled in my fingers.

I didn't notice the clouds forming, and the light dimmed so slow I took no mind, quite surprised to feel the drizzle misting on me as I sat there, running my fingers through the dirt, using them as a rake. I started to feel chilled but continued, sometimes frowning at the darker, more insistant clouds.

I heard the squeak and pull of his cart before I saw him round the corner--he struggled mightily with that thing in the deeper trenches of the parking lot--and as I did, the sun tried to peek, but the clouds filtered--I saw the world through rose sepia. I remember smiling as I thought: Now this is what it's all about. I could smell the dirt, all fertile--ripe--and the moisture was a gentle misting, and I thought to myself, "This is breeding ground."

He startled me with his "Hello."

He stood there, with his grocery cart, squinting at me through the links of the fence, but smiling with that one gold tooth while I felt a bit annoyed to be interrupted when I only had a few more bulbs to plant.

"Y'plantin' a garden, missus?" he asked.
One eye looked blue from cataract, which I'd never noticed before. I'd never seen him that close up.

I nodded, biting my tongue, and I started to answer the obvious, but he interrupted, nodding his approval:

"The lawd loves a gawden y'know. He planted one hisself for us to live in--but mercy, " he laughed heartily, "folks know how to mess stuff up, don't they?"

I said nothing, just staring at him in wonder. That eerie pink was bolder now, and the combination of the rain and the sun simultaneous left me with goosebumps on my bare arms.

"M'mamma used to do her plantin' 'bout now, too. She'd plant t'maters so early she lost a few now and then, bit by dat early spring frost we tend ta git. But I know you know 'bout that." He smiled.

"Oh yeah, we'd have pole beans and peppers, summer squash and mirlaton on the fence."

He paused.

"You gonna grow mirlaton this fence?" He managed to blush through the black of his cheeks, knowing his optimism showed.

Then his body language sagged, signaling goodbye.

"But yes ma'am. Da Lawd's gonna bless ya, miss. Cause y'doin' right and da Lawd loves a garden. You'll be pickin' fruit."

He was nodding as he turned.

I stared at the back of him as he wrestled the cart through the gravel, returning to the street.

"Remember what I said..." he'd turned to wave, and his gold tooth glinted in another ray of sun.

I stopped what I was doing then and with my muddy fingers, I traced circles on my tummy.

I was tingling.

What I knew, and had been denying for weeks had just been confirmed by a street corner prophet:

I was pregnant and life was good.

Everything was gonna be alright.




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Alicat
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83 posted 12-21-2003 07:44 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

That was a pure delight to read and granted little prickles on my neck.

One thing struck me though...the voice of my dad, still upon this earth, when he and mom were talking about us lil hellions.

'You know, we work hard to teach them to talk, and that is a joy. But getting them to shut up now and then is a chore. Thankfully, there's sleep.'

That one still makes me chuckle.
vlraynes
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84 posted 12-22-2003 08:05 AM       View Profile for vlraynes   Email vlraynes   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit vlraynes's Home Page   View IP for vlraynes


Smiling here...gawd, how I love your stories...
and this one?...one of my favorites...smile

Love you, sis...

And now?...I go try to sleep...again...
'night...er...morning...smile
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85 posted 12-22-2003 10:59 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

What strikes me first is that you could actually drink coffee in the morning when you were pregnant!!!  I was always too busy puking my guts out at the first smell...

Second, I have come to the conclusion that you not only have some beautiful connection to a higher power, but also are open to and therefore able to recongnize, when that same higher power sends a message.  

I would love to ask you to teach me...but in my heart know it can't be taught...

I love you and can't wait for the next one.  

"if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best that I would love to do for you"
~Dido~

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86 posted 12-22-2003 01:45 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

You're somethin' else Karen....I luv ya!

Wish we lived closer and could swap stories.
When my daughter and I were on our own with not even a bank account....I drove a car without reverse for over two years! It was a challenge finding the right spot to park! But, at least we had wheels till it made strange coughing sounds one evening...then kinda went tick...tick...tick.......and died.I have no idea why I just thought of that. You bring out memories from your readers which make us think...Hmmm...ya know..it could have been worse. Hugs!
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87 posted 12-22-2003 08:46 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Strange things seem to happen to me...

shaking my head--

I just try not to think too hard about 'em. I just wanna enjoy the show.

I want to thank you all for reading and expressing your enjoyment of this madness. (I'm still working up to the SWAT team story, but some of the players need a bit of foreshadow, so thanks for staying with me while I set the tone.)

Susan, (and everybody) feel free to jump right in whenever the urge is there.

Chris? A car with no reverse, eh? Yep. You'd fit right in. I once spent two hours searching for a parking lot in the city with a friend who had the same problem--I didn't even bother to question this for forty minutes as she couldn't parallel park anyhow.

And vicky? I may ask you to indulge me in another favor, if I ever find those pics of Dennis Hopper and Adrienne Barbieu. (That's a deliberate teaser, folks. )

But yes, good poet people, I have searched valiantly for a picture of the forty foot cowboy, to no avail. Last week it occurred to me that a movie was filmed at that bar, and there is a brief shot of the cowboy in one of the scenes. (The movie was "Double-crossed" starring Dennis Hopper and Adrienne Barbieu--go rent it tonight and you can be further bored. )

The production company had no problem getting permission to film there, as the bar was owned by the sometimes infamous Sheriff of Jefferson Parish, a chinese cowboy named "Harry Lee."
http://www.asianweek.com/010898/newsmaker.html

(Just a little something to tide ya'll for now. snip snip paste paste

But in the meantime, keep those comments coming folks--you all inspire me more than you know, not just with your witty replies, but also with your patience and kindness.

Happy Solstice.

Love you all.



Susan Caldwell
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88 posted 12-23-2003 10:16 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

speaking of Solstice....

I was born on June 23rd....a cancer.  It's my connection I tell you...close enough to make me feel like something is different, yet not fully aware...*sigh*  always a bridesmaid...

"if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best that I would love to do for you"
~Dido~

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89 posted 12-23-2003 02:21 PM       View Profile for vlraynes   Email vlraynes   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit vlraynes's Home Page   View IP for vlraynes


Hey, Karen...I'd be happy to help you
with some more pics...any time...

Can't wait to see them...

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90 posted 12-24-2003 06:07 AM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

You surely do tell the best bedtime stories
Joyeux NoŽl Mon Cajun Le Cher, Serenity
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91 posted 01-04-2004 04:58 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

bumping this because?

Mysteria promised us a story!

gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

(c'mon loocey, y'got some splainin' t'do...)

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That was a wonderful story, serenity.  You bring life to characters just as they brought life to you.  You made me think of one I would share with you - but it would just show my klutzy side.  I especially loved the fact that everything appeared in rose sepia.  You set the stage well...or is it, you just shared His stage?  

Yea, I know.
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93 posted 02-26-2004 09:39 PM       View Profile for silhouetted   Email silhouetted   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for silhouetted

LITTLE MISSYT DARKNESS_WITCH!!!

HOW DARE YOU USE MY POEM WIPE MY EYES AND CLAIM IT AS YOURS!

yer yer i no its good and all but u dnt have to have it!

lol jokes HEHE

it thought it was funny wen i saw it

In the bible on angels have wings, and the rest must wait to be saved - Jewel

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LOR
I WASNT CLAMING IT AS MINE1!!!! LMAO LMAO
I WOULD NEVA DO THAT!!!

WE WERE TELLING STORYS N I TOLD ONE!

GEEEEZ DONT JUMP TO ANY CONCULSIONS DAHHHHLING


You can always hear a tear in Cobain's voice, the pain going on there is always visible through his lyrics - Marilon Manson

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95 posted 02-27-2004 02:37 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Wow. This is a bit confusing.

"Wipe my Eyes" is a very cool poem, but I am a bit puzzled as to the authorship.

I first noticed here--and I was confused then as it didn't seem to follow the conversation, but that was okay by me, I have trouble following the bouncing ball m'self at times.

But let's see, darkness_witch didn't write it, but "silouhetted" did. How odd, as I recall the second time I noticed this as a first post by "serenities_blood" in Open 31:
http://piptalk.com/pip/Forum83/HTML/000860.html

I am no longer concerning myself with moderator duty, but it seems to me, presenting someone's work as your own (even as a "joke") is plagiarism. If you're all the same person, that's fine with me too. I grew up in a carnival town and I'm quite accustomed to masquerades. I'd just like to know whom to congratulate.
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hahaha!
serenities_blood IS silhouetted! thats the thing!!! hahaha!

i didnt wqrite it. i was just posting a reply to talk about it cus serenities_blood/silhouetted and i are great frends and nearly no1 had rplied and i wnated people to see how amazing she can write. if that makes sense!

sorry for the confusement!!!

catch yas on the flipside

darknessss

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97 posted 02-27-2004 08:30 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Thanks for clearing that up.

As you can imagine, the name serenities_blood did catch my attention--I thought perhaps it was my sister. (one is a silent member here already--"twist") but I do have another.

Ya'll had me scratchin' my head for a bit. But then? I was born confused.

and your stories are welcome anytime.
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98 posted 02-28-2004 05:21 PM       View Profile for darkness_witch   Email darkness_witch   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for darkness_witch

haha! i think we were all born confused!!!

at times i look around and think, is there anything here i can relate to or recognise.... i think thats the real definition of confused1!!!  

well cus im in New Zealand it is feb 29  11:15 am and cyclone ivy has hit. isnt that great!

not sure if anyone would wnat to read this, but thought I may as well post it.

it isnt very good but serenty said my storys are always welcome.

When he died I felt empty, alone and betrayed. But now I know his death was what he needed.

I was first so shocked that my best friend had died, I wouldnít admit it to myslef, just simply pretended he wasnít around as much. I now have finally come to terms that James is dead, he left me when I needed him most. But life is like that, when you need something the most it is suddenly unavailible.

Then when everyone strated to detatch themsleves to me and let me be, I became unsocial and stayed to my room and to the bottle. A bottle of vodka or whatever I could get my hands on. I am ashamed of that, but it happens. I felt that my mind would rest when I was durnk, but it never did. It bottled itself up inside of me and never released itself.

But it can now be realeased. I have found my sanctuary, my place to go when life is to hard and too rough: my island in the sky, this book. In all the darkness a white light shone: the white pages in this book. Ready to be filled with my pain, my hurt and my love. My love for James.

When I began this I ripped out every page I wrote in a fit of tears. I couldnít believe I was making a book out of Jamesís death. And my pain. But now I can sit up here in my attic and write. And it actually feels good.

I still cry at night, but not because of my anger, like it used to.  Now I cry because I miss him, I miss the person I relied on, I miss the poerson I trusted and I miss the person who left me standing, alone and in the dark. James and I used to do everything together when we were younger. But since we became older we would need our space.  That space grew wider and wider until it wasnt a space anymore, it was worlds.
When I first started to see Isaac he warned me and I didnít listen to him. I never could believe my best friend wasnít happy for me when me and Isaac became a couple. The pain started then, the pain I felt and the pain James couldnt beat.

The picture that the laid on his coffin of James was of him the way he used to be, obviously put there to remind people of the young boy he used to be. The way I remember him, is of him in his worst days.

When he was at his worst he had bags under his eyes, dark, purple, heavy, bags. They would way doiwn his face, stretching his skin. God blessed him with amazing, sharp, vivid, blue eyes, but as his days became harder and longer they turned foggy and faded, as if constantly looking through the crowd towards the exit. His hair used to be a healthy blonde that reflected the sunís rays, but turned into a used-looking faded blonde, and lost all of its beautiful, energetic bounces. The photo on his coffin was how I like to remember him, the boy with a friendly smile, vibrant eyes and flowing, curly hair.

When I think of how he was whne he died I feel a knot form in my stomach, a despearte churning knot that tightens and tightnes until I feel etars spring oin thbe bacxk of my eyes. When I first learnt of this feeling I would clench my fists and leave it there, feeling it burn out like a fire, but leave the remaing embers and smoke, rising and building, filling me to my utmost limit.


sry bot spelling errors. plz excuse them!

anyway tell me wat ya think.

darkness

btw not based on personal experience, so dont do the whole pity thing on me! its all fictional!!!

You can always hear a tear in Cobain's voice, the pain going on there is always visible through his lyrics - Marilon Manson

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99 posted 02-28-2004 05:47 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Thanks lady. Although you say this isn't from personal experience, the pain is so evident that it is real enough for me. Too real, perhaps.

I'm not sure if you are looking for me to critque your prose, 'cause if you are, I'll not do it here. (If that's what you'd like, I might suggest a bit of a clean up for mispellings and sentence structure and re-post in the Prose forum.)

And your stories are always welcome here--I tend to "play" off other people--they remind me-- and as this is a journal, my stories are personal.

You just reminded me that I have a lot to say about and "to" Death. I'm just not sure if I'm ready yet.

I may be back tho. Thanks for sharing with me.

And one last thing, I've learned here that it is entirely possible for people to care without pity. (Pity just ticks me off too.)

so...hugs.

 
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