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@gyps wrote:
What a frickin bizarre thread!!!
I like anything i can flop onto, im a slug at heart!!! 8)
So I have noticed! I often follow your trail. :wink:
Hello Crazy Chick, nice to see you back on the boards.
What’s a PM? :lol: :wink:
@abitofmary_j wrote:
have fun BB….. lol who’s Tarzan btw,…. don’t say TT or Soulie or ill wet me pants lol
Too much info :twisted:
I don’t want to say too much but Aaaaahhhhaawwaaahhhawwwwaaahhhaawahhh Me Tarzan, you Mary Jane!
Iran have let me down so far, so GO IRAN tomorrow!!!! Plus I have Holland taking on Argentina…….who knows??? :? :D [-o<
Ooooooooooooooooooooo!
@gyps wrote:
Oh how I would love to get married in a crypt! 8)
As long as it hasn’t been visited by the notorious Crypt Creeper. You know what he does!
Welcome to Justchat.
Can I just forewarn you, that a certain member (Gyps) may be after any flying fannies you may be able to get your hands on. Especially if they are going for a song!
“Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,
“Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!–how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.”
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles–ephemeral and so transparent-
But this is, now–you may depend upon it-
Stable, opaque, immortal–all by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed within ‘t.An Enigma
by Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! ’tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allan Poe
@forumhostpb wrote:
@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:
Hello Mrs Gyps,
for some strange reason, I feel a calming influence whenever I communicate with you. :wink:It’s because of all those flying fannies Owen – Gyps has a real issue with them at the moment and isn’t prepared to give any away (as in ”I don’t give a …….).
:lol:
You mean she is a collector of flying fannies and is reluctant to let them go! We should turn this into a thread of its own and not just pay lip service to them.
