The Isolated Blurt Thread XIX: Ice Cream Has No Bones

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As an aside, I'm sick of hearing about the baby pandas. Let me know when the panda stew is being served.
 
I call dibs on Des' corpse. I assume that the spiders will have sucked him dry.

I can use his stiff body to showcase my newest quilts. :heart:
 
"I believe you,“ he said firmly. “I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There’s the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it.” He gave me a gentle shake. “It doesna matter what it is. You’ve told me. That’s enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You’ll tell me the rest of it later. And I’ll believe you."
 
"I believe you,“ he said firmly. “I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There’s the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it.” He gave me a gentle shake. “It doesna matter what it is. You’ve told me. That’s enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You’ll tell me the rest of it later. And I’ll believe you."

I can't even imagine a love like that.

Do you know when Season 2 starts?
 
When you heat things, they sometimes come out hot.

And shush about the baby pandas.
 
"I believe you,“ he said firmly. “I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There’s the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it.” He gave me a gentle shake. “It doesna matter what it is. You’ve told me. That’s enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You’ll tell me the rest of it later. And I’ll believe you."

And dontcha believe a word of what mom tells you my dear, moms only try to put their fears into you... your classmates, now they know everything trust me...
I wish you the best my dear, you can always come to uncle boom but in a couple of days he's gonna fly high
and even if you try
you will not be able to touch him..
he shall have become comfortably numb.
:D:D:D:D:D
cheers
boom
 
disingenuous baby panda killer wanna be...How do you sleep at night...on a bed of panda fur? Cvnt.

His patented, partisan disingenuousness is always expected, the playground cvnt wannabe, panda killing, racist enabler of bamboo diddling, Spinniepoo.
 
I don't want anything to die. Not really.

Just tired of hearing about them.
 
His patented, partisan disingenuousness is always expected, the playground cvnt wannabe, panda killing, racist enabler of bamboo diddling.

In his defense, bamboo diddling feels as good as killing every mother of baby pandas.

Fvck those panda mommies!
 
I had no idea people even noticed me enough to form an opinion.

Yeah me?
 
Hello momma, remember me
It's been so long, we hardly speak
No we don't talk not like we use to, no not the least
I made some choices within my life that you don't agree
I've been trying so hard to make you proud of me
I've been knocked down and I managed to still stand on my feet and not take a knee
Cause that's what you taught me, I learned it well
I never let a thorn penetrate my shell
If I want it, I go and get it myself
And I'll dig my own grave before I ask for help
I guess we're too stubborn for our own good
Cause we don't ever see eye to eye
And there ain't no good inside no goodbye
So here I write my open scribe
In my feelings, I'm too bold to hide
I thought my heart was too cold to cry
And I stand corrected
I know you'll be happy to see your son with a college degree but that's not me
I'm no scholar
I grew up with no role models and no one to follow
So I had to live a little to learn a lot
And honestly I earned everything I've got
Sorry momma, I love you dearly but I can not be who I'm not
So I'm only me





Don Trip

and much later:

"It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
 
Desiree is the full and proper name for DesEsseintes. She has a bloke's avatar up now cos the minx gets so many sexy pms she can't keep up with all the attention. She's a bit of a nympho and can suck like a Dyson apparently.

I'll put a good word in for you if you like?
You fukkin kidding me! AH hell! thought he was a good dood I was casual friends with Now I dunno what to do... does the dude dress like a lady now or what?
You are very funny young Morgana suck like a "Dyson" ha ha! people might think "dyson" is a doood maybe you be usin "hoover" instead??
 
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