Isolated Curt Thread

[4degrees]

now, no matter how insane the urge might be, don't post here. if you do, it eliminates my isolation. then, the thread title will just be...all wrong.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

must... resist...

 

[4degrees]

great. just great.

thanks, lauren.

 

[Vermilion]

Yeah lauren, You ruined it for him now...

 

[oggbashan]

Curt? Try this...

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0

Og

 

[drksideofthemoon]

Oh, I thought Curt was isolated...I worked with Curt once...nice fella...came from good family...he was the black sheep...he played that damned rock n roll music...

 

[4degrees]

now, its nothing more than an obscene billboard that reeks of 'oh please give that pathetic 4° attention before he goes on a killing spree.' like, something that belongs on the GB. i hang my head in shame.

 

[S-Des]

now, its nothing more than an obscene billboard that reeks of 'oh please give that pathetic 4° attention before he goes on a killing spree.' like, something that belongs on the GB. i hang my head in shame.

I didn't know you were a postal worker.

 

[oggbashan]

now, its nothing more than an obscene billboard that reeks of 'oh please give that pathetic 4° attention before he goes on a killing spree.' like, something that belongs on the GB. i hang my head in shame.

What did you expect, posting a thread like that in front of authors?

We write, even when we've nothing to say.

Og

 

[S-Des]

We write, even when we've nothing to say.

Og

Didn't you teach a college course on that?

 

[oggbashan]

Didn't you teach a college course on that?

No, that's reserved for research papers.

Many a PhD has been earned with no substance but 'Words, futile words'.

Og

 

[drksideofthemoon]

now, its nothing more than an obscene billboard that reeks of 'oh please give that pathetic 4° attention before he goes on a killing spree.' like, something that belongs on the GB. i hang my head in shame.

Yeah, there's a lot of head hanging in shame around here...mainly the guys...then it was discovered that most of them were trying to peep up the women's skirts by looking at the reflection on the shiny floor...

 

[4degrees]

yeah, who does these floors, anyway?

mental edit-if ya can't beat 'em, uh...don't.

 

[S-Des]

now, no matter how insane the urge might be, don't post here. if you do, it eliminates my isolation. then, the thread title will just be...all wrong.

If you post a thread and no one answers, is a tree falling in the forest......Wait a minute, I think I screwed that up.

 

[joeys-game]

*dances around 4 degrees singing loudly*

"your not alone...lalalalalalalalalalalalal"

 

[Stella_Omega]

now, no matter how insane the urge might be, don't post here. if you do, it eliminates my isolation. then, the thread title will just be...all wrong.

Sorry, the urge is far too insane. But we already knew that, didn't we....

 

[cloudy]

I was married to a Curt once...

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

I saw this and asked myself, "Should I go ahead and post anyway? Would I be so pretensious as to destroy Curt's solitude?" This did cause quite a quandry for me for some time.

Still I am torn as to the politically correct non-response to this thread. Should one just pass by such an attempt at insolation? Or should I charge ahead and fracture the silence like a stone striking a mirror. How can one make up their mind?

So, I will say nothing and hold my own council.

JJ

 

[TxRad]

I tiptoed in just to look around quietly but then I saw something about being insane or some such and felt right at home......

 

[rgraham666]

Fuck it!

Well, you asked me to be curt.

 

[4degrees]

I didn't know you were a postal worker.

oh, only one of the many mysterious identities of curt.

no i'm lying. i'm not a postal worker, but i can't deny being known to deliver male.

oh that was bad.

 

[4degrees]

What did you expect, posting a thread like that in front of authors?

We write, even when we've nothing to say.

Og

write. of course. i knew this, secretly hoping to be bombarded with affections in my pm box.

i got 2.

one was from a really hot individual.

 

[4degrees]

If you post a thread and no one answers, is a tree falling in the forest......Wait a minute, I think I screwed that up.

i think it goes 'if a tree falls in the forest doesa a beaver starve downstream?'

or maybe it goes 'if you get married in arkansas, and then you move to georgia, and get divorced in alabama, are you sill brother and sister?'

 

[4degrees]

*dances around 4 degrees singing loudly*

"your not alone...lalalalalalalalalalalalal"

joey are you singing michael jackson again? you know my song is wanna be startin' somethin'.

 

[4degrees]

Sorry, the urge is far too insane. But we already knew that, didn't we....

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