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ON LOVING LUV ANN TO LOVE'S LONELY END, Part I
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ON LOVING LUV ANN TO LOVE'S LONELY END, Part I |
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Glenn Logan Member
since 2001-10-10
Posts 111Virginia |
According to Boron B. Boron, my babblingly bothersome twin, the problem is basically this: "Will a lamentably long lack of lustful loving leave lovely lissome Luv Ann listlessly lonely because our lovely little lissome loving Luv Ann latched lazily onto laconic loser Lazy Larry instead of binding onto bashful but bright and bouncily bubbling Boron? "And, furthermore, what will happen to lovely little lissome Luv Ann if she is left much longer so largely alone and listlessly lonely with that lazy luckless Loser Larry after Larry has looted lovely little lissome loving Luv Ann's largely lustful love?" "Hypocrisy!" I tell Boron, my undistinguished and indistinguishable brother. "Hypocrisy, Boron!" I continue: "Your tangles of words do not fool me a bit, and I strongly suspect that you do not give a hoot for lovely loving Luv Ann, and care only for your lazy,luckless self, lamenting your lingering loneliness! "Furthermore," I cleverly add, "you don't even deserve the love of lovely loving Luv Ann. I do!" Boron merely grunts an unintelligible but clearly ill-natured reply, and so I sum up my position with a fine final flourish of menacingly meaningful rhetoric: "Love is ever like a zebra, Boron! Remember that!" "Still, we can dream," replies Boron, and he does: Holland in the middle of the third quarter of the first down of the Seventeenth Century: Samson van Rembrandt, son of the famous painter, is seated cross-legged on a huge baby blue pillow set up before his easel. He is engaged in attempting to forge a style into a work by Jan Steen. He works with the special disadvantage of trying to cover up a shocking pink underpainting maliciously done by young Lucus van Renoir, a painter totally unknown even to this day. Laboriously, Van Rembrandt finishes tinting in luscious blood-red the nipples of one of the models, the lissome Luv Ann van Nochnichts, who slaps him in the face for doing so. In brave response, he strikes her forcefully somewhere with a prettily polished pestle, and they fight. Van Nochnichts, of course, wins as usual, and the dream is over. But Boron, myself and my hero, ride through the night, splitting headaches and headlights into segments of darkness going nowhere as the wedge of our bright lights no sooner opens a way before us than the black vice of devilish darkness snaps shut behind us. (POEM CONTINUES; See Part II) |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
i recall feeling that way torwards a couple.. how i can just tell when the guy is clearly not a good boyfriend and is merely taking advantage of her... and you have a gut feeling that you could be a MUCH better, much more posititve and supportive lover yourself,rather than luckless loser larry |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Wit, style and penache on display here. I'm headed for #2!  |
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