Isolated Blurt Thread

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scheherazade_79 said:
You're a better woman than me, Red. Sometimes I think that my muse comes out to play late at night, and I appease it. Then I wake up the next morning to discover that it wasn't my muse at all - I was just delirious. These days I ignore late-night calls, and read or watch a movie instead :eek:

Good luck with the poems, though :rose:


I'm so hungry for my muse I'd probably take someone else's if they were available on the street. I miss it. I had to go with this one. :)

Thanks for the luck. :rose: My poems rarely go Hot, or are voted on, but that's okay. I like um. :D
 
three men went to mow,
went to mow a meadow
three men, two men, one man and his dog
went to mow a meadow

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH


I cant get it out of my head...its just keeps playing over and over again *pouts and bounces head off wall*
 
Chantilyvamp said:
three men went to mow,
went to mow a meadow
three men, two men, one man and his dog
went to mow a meadow

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH


I cant get it out of my head...its just keeps playing over and over again *pouts and bounces head off wall*


Nacho nacho man, i want to be a nacho man

there, <brushes hands off against each other> that oughta do it!

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1. The noise that squirrel is making is really distressing.

2. My family is just the right combination of hard headed and irresponsible. :rolleyes:
 
OhMissScarlett said:
1. The noise that squirrel is making is really distressing.

2. My family is just the right combination of hard headed and irresponsible. :rolleyes:

I like your mom. :)
 
RedHairedandFriendly said:
Okay... so I took a nap at 8:30 ish and woke up at 10:30 ish. Got online chatted with a special friend and then decided I was ready for bed... Only when I get to bed, the poetry muse shows up and demands I get my butt out and write a couple. . .so I do.

Do I appease her? Sure I think and so I go back to bed, cover up and prepare to fall asleep. But. . . there she is again, that poetry muse and so I am up and on the computer pounding out another poem.

NOW she has had her three poems and she WILL let me go to bed and sleep. I demand it. :rolleyes: I mean come on. . .it's the least she can do since the she didn't bring back the story muse with her. . .Right?
Use pen and paper? I do that when I can't be bothered to get up off the bed and come sit at the puter. :rose:
 
damppanties said:
Use pen and paper? I do that when I can't be bothered to get up off the bed and come sit at the puter. :rose:

*nods* Notebook and pen by the bed. Turn light on low and scrawl then turn light out again. ;)
 
my head is throbbing at a rate that is just not advisable and my eyes feel like they have been taken to by a piece of sandpaper. I'm turning slowly from nice sweet lady to the demon goddess from hell.
 
Chantilyvamp said:
my head is throbbing at a rate that is just not advisable and my eyes feel like they have been taken to by a piece of sandpaper. I'm turning slowly from nice sweet lady to the demon goddess from hell.

:rose: *gentle hugs*
 
I give up. I am not going to try anymore. I love you but I am not going to let you treat me like this anymore!
 
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