Isolated Blurt Thread

[Guest]

I wouldn't be here if I did, because my guy would have killed me with his new soldier skills.

I did loosen up with some wine, though.

i hardly know u

*hands rora a HUGE glass*

 

[Aurora Black]

i hardly know u

*hands rora a HUGE glass*

I wine! WHOO!

10,000! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

[HappyLlama]

Bugger!

 

[kendo1]

Stupid alt!^

ken

 

[Guest]

insomnia is contagious in this family

 

[Guest]

I wine! WHOO!

are u drubnk yet?

woohoo.... check yer postcount

 

[kendo1]

It's been so long since I had some wine.

Three hours. Damn.

Ken

 

[Aurora Black]

are u drubnk yet?

woohoo.... check yer postcount

I saw it.

 

[Guest]

that really hurt

ouch

 

[Guest]

Ok, four days of this. I'm really ready to be done with it.

 

[Equinoxe]

that really hurt

ouch

Quid enim?

 

[OhMissScarlett]

*flails*

I think my pet kinkajou just bit me.

 

[Aurora Black]

Confidence rocks ass! I wouldn't have dreamt of taking these risks a year ago.

 

[Aurora Black]

Right now I'm singing songs from "Grease" at 5am. WTF?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

My belly hurts.

 

[cheerful_deviant]

Right now I'm singing songs from "Grease" at 5am. WTF?

Could be worse. You could be singing songs from 'Oklahoma' at 5am.

Oooooooooklahoma where the wind comes whipping down the plain...

 

[Aurora Black]

Could be worse. You could be singing songs from 'Oklahoma' at 5am.

Oooooooooklahoma where the wind comes whipping down the plain...

*jumps out of window*

*hands Red some Tums*

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

*jumps out of window*

*hands Red some Tums*

Thanks.

 

[Aurora Black]

Thanks.

Welcome.

"Oh Shenendoah..."

 

[Equinoxe]

A few bits of sound

This and this.

 

[Aurora Black]

This and this.

Another language? And I love Christina Rossetti's work!

 

[Aurora Black]

Insomnia makes you do crazy things. Like watch this.

 

[Equinoxe]

Another language? And I love Christina Rossetti's work!

Not a another language this time (you remembered! or I now seem mad), just random things I was listening to (an Aeolian harp and a poem set to music).

I too adore Christina Rossetti's work, she is one of my absolute favourite poets. Most recently, I have been enamoured of Mirage:

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.​

 

[Aurora Black]

Not a another language this time (you remembered! or I now seem mad), just random things I was listening to (an Aeolian harp and a poem set to music).

I too adore Christina Rossetti's work, she is one of my absolute favourite poets. Most recently, I have been enamoured of Mirage:

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.​

No, you're not mad.

My favorite piece is "A Birthday":


My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

 

[Equinoxe]

No, you're not mad.

My favorite piece is "A Birthday":


My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

Good to know. Silbo, the Canary Islands whistling language.

I am quite fond of that one as well; I don't know if I have an overall favourite, but I have been very much in a Rossetti mood of late.