test

[gauchecritic]

... But Dr Quat was a man of remarkable skill and within minutes had completely removed my wife's knickers.

 

[matriarch]

*standing totally still, listening to the mayhem and histeria railing around her, so many voices, from every direction. Squealing, farting, screeching, maniacal laughter.......suddenly given a vision of Dante's Inferno.

Breathing deeply, turning slowly, leaving the thread, closing the door behind her, walks determinedly away, muttering...*

"Don't look back, pillars of salt, don't look back, pillars of salt. If you look back, you're lost."

*Walks until she is a speck in the distance, before she turns to look and listen, catching the sound of maniacal screaming and laughter in the distance.

With a shudder, continues to walk until she can hear them no more.*

Never.
Never again will I post a thread to test and tellthem.

 

[cloudy]

*standing totally still, listening to the mayhem and histeria railing around her, so many voices, from every direction. Squealing, farting, screeching, maniacal laughter.......suddenly given a vision of Dante's Inferno.

Breathing deeply, turning slowly, leaving the thread, closing the door behind her, walks determinedly away, muttering...*

"Don't look back, pillars of salt, don't look back, pillars of salt. If you look back, you're lost."

*Walks until she is a speck in the distance, before she turns to look and listen, catching the sound of maniacal screaming and laughter in the distance.

With a shudder, continues to walk until she can hear them no more.*

Never.
Never again will I post a thread to test and tellthem.

scaredy-cat.

 

[matriarch]

scaredy-cat.

Yes.

 

[cloudy]

Yes.

you know you like it.

 

[matriarch]

you know you like it.

I know what I like, but I'm not sure we're talking about the same thing.

 

[damppanties]

I have a glimmering of how this thread can be reincarnated, and thence stop Dampee's grief, and me too much eye rolling.

The title was 'test', because that's what it was. But by recent default, it appears to have become a fledgling fan club for Monty Python.

I was happy to let said Thread die. If MP fans want to let it live again *hallelujah*..... I relinquish all responsibility.

Let mayhem begin.

Mat

And now...now that it's done, I ask myself that inevitable question.

Am I glad?



Oh My GOD!

 

[Lisa Denton]

And now...now that it's done, I ask myself that inevitable question.

Am I glad?



Oh My GOD!

Its Alive!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Guest]

Its Alive!!!!!!!!!!!!

I believe I had said that earlier. But it deserves repeating.

Say it again, Sam.

I came here for an argument.

No you didn't.

Yes I did.

 

[Lisa Denton]

I believe I had said that earlier. But it deserves repeating.

Say it again, Sam.

I came here for an argument.

No you didn't.

Yes I did.

"This is a test of the emergency Matriarch system. Had this been an actual Matriarch emergency you would have been instucted to hold a piece of paper over your head and not post on the emergency thread, THANK YOU"

 

[matriarch]

"This is a test of the emergency Matriarch system. Had this been an actual Matriarch emergency you would have been instucted to hold a piece of paper over your head and not post on the emergency thread, THANK YOU"

Nutcase.

Let it die, woman, let it die.

 

[Guest]

That was just me giving it the kiss of life.

Lou

 

[gauchecritic]

*Walks until she is a speck in the distance, before she turns to look and listen, catching the sound of maniacal screaming and laughter in the distance.

You just had to look, didn't you?


Come here my pretty. Walk with me. This way.

Gauche

 

[matriarch]

That was just me giving it the kiss of life.

Lou

'The thread joined with me,
its creator;
reached out to me,
allowing me to feel what it felt,
tremble as it trembled,
at the touch of Lou's lips.

Pleasure rippled through me,
and at once
I realised the strength of the connection.
Would I never be able to break free?
Would I always be destined to feel what it felt,
want what it wanted?

As if in answer,
my senses craved more,
a repeat
more sensation
more pleasure;
and in that moment,
I knew I was lost.

 

[Guest]

'The thread joined with me,
its creator;
reached out to me,
allowing me to feel what it felt,
tremble as it trembled,
at the touch of Lou's lips.

Pleasure rippled through me,
and at once
I realised the strength of the connection.
Would I never be able to break free?
Would I always be destined to feel what it felt,
want what it wanted?

As if in answer,
my senses craved more,
a repeat
more sensation
more pleasure;
and in that moment,
I knew I was lost.

*sigh*

*tremble*

*swoon*

Lou

 

[matriarch]

You just had to look, didn't you?


Come here my pretty. Walk with me. This way.

Gauche

Of course I had to look......I'm a woman !!!!


What a gallant invitation, G, walk to where, precisely, and into what, I wonder ???

 

[matriarch]

*sigh*

*tremble*

*swoon*

Lou

You like?

 

[Guest]

You like?

I LOVED, sweetheart!

Thank you.

Lou

 

[matriarch]

A sudden shudders ripples through me,
Starting me from my task.
The thread is speaking to me,
has reached out, yet again, to me.

I could feel its heart pounding,
its blood surging,
and deep in my head,
a soft whispering,
urging me....
"Look, creator.
Look."

Unable to refuse,
Trembling,
I knew not why,
anticipation or fear,
I returned
I searched.

As I saw the reason
the vision that had stirred the thread,
I gasped in admiration.

The Lou
The lovely Lou,
in form and fashion
to inspire verses
and bring forth sighs and trembling.

Quietly, I spoke to the thread.
I understand,
I understand,
returning to my task,
leaving the thread to quietly enjoy the vision.


Mat

 

[Guest]

A sudden shudders ripples through me,
Starting me from my task.
The thread is speaking to me,
has reached out, yet again, to me.

I could feel its heart pounding,
its blood surging,
and deep in my head,
a soft whispering,
urging me....
"Look, creator.
Look."

Unable to refuse,
Trembling,
I knew not why,
anticipation or fear,
I returned
I searched.

As I saw the reason
the vision that had stirred the thread,
I gasped in admiration.

The Lou
The lovely Lou,
in form and fashion
to inspire verses
and bring forth sighs and trembling.

Quietly, I spoke to the thread.
I understand,
I understand,
returning to my task,
leaving the thread to quietly enjoy the vision.


Mat

Oh, wow, Mat!!! That's just beautiful.

Now, stop it, before you make me explode.

Lou

 

[Guest]

Gene, Gene
Made a machine
Joe, joe
Made it go
Art, Art
Cut a fart
and blew the whole
damned thing apart.

I didn't write it.

 

[matriarch]

Oh, wow, Mat!!! That's just beautiful.

Now, stop it, before you make me explode.

Lou

Stop?
You beg me stop?
When inspiration,
that lifeblood of any poet
surges through me.

Stop?
You beg me stop?
When my thread calls me,
begs me feel what it feels,
see what it sees.

Stop?
You beg me stop?
When your touch
is that
which brought the thread back to life.

Stop?
You beg me stop?
Speak truth
Life-giver,
Stop?

 

[matriarch]

As night falls,
and slumber beckons me,
I feel my thread
still breathing
barely;
Lain invisible
amongst the other threads,
making no noise,
taking no part.

Waiting.
Waiting.

Closing my eyes,
concentrating,
my thoughts connect.

It questions,
"Creator?",
confused
by my unwarranted contact.

Softly I coax,
"Sleep,
Sleep now thread.
I will return.
They will return,
on the morrow."

The tension slackens,
releases me,
Thread sleeps.
I sleep.



Goodnight
Mat

 

[doormouse]

I was here, but since departed
On my way out, whoops, I farted

Lingers long a sickly smell
like something seeping from the gates of hell

Kiss my butt, but do not frown
Your nose my sweet will now be brown

 

[Guest]

What happened back there?

You started sputing poetry.

I did?

Yes. Did you really mean those things you said?

What did I say?

You said you loved me.

Well I think I did.... Then.

And then?

It went away.

'I dwell in darkness without you', and it went away?