Guest guest Posted March 28, 2006 Report Share Posted March 28, 2006 You roll my soul between your fingers like a cigarette. From the morning's door to the opposite shore where the sun smites the West. Reacting to my phone calls all night you still won't reunite Between the thighs and the sighs of this summer I was damaged when we were done I was chocked, yellowed,smoked in the quicklime of the bleaching sun Reacting to my phone calls all night you still won't reunite I'm alone this feels unnatural and seeing you seems intrinsic to my life yet loneliness seems more real than factual But you're my strife! You, you nibble, dribble like the mouse and I mate heavily like the bull I'll have my picnics in a whorehouse Christ! they're always full Christ! they're always full. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 29, 2006 Report Share Posted March 29, 2006 Nisargadatta , " Bob N. " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > You roll my soul between your fingers > like a cigarette. > From the morning's door to the opposite shore where the sun > smites the West. > > Reacting to my phone calls all night > you still won't reunite > > Between the thighs and the sighs of this summer > I was damaged when > we were done > I was chocked, yellowed,smoked > in the quicklime of the > bleaching sun > > Reacting to my phone calls all night > you still won't reunite > > I'm alone > this feels > unnatural > and seeing you seems intrinsic > to my life > yet loneliness seems more real > than factual > But you're my strife! > > You, you nibble, dribble > like the mouse > and I mate heavily > like the bull > I'll have my picnics in a whorehouse > Christ! they're always full > Christ! they're always full. > *********** Yeah. They're always full because the men who fill them feel the same way the guy who wrote this feels. " Silver " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 29, 2006 Report Share Posted March 29, 2006 Nisargadatta , " s_i_l_v_e_r1069 " <silver- 1069 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Bob N. " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > You roll my soul between your fingers > > like a cigarette. > > From the morning's door to the opposite shore where the sun > > smites the West. > > > > Reacting to my phone calls all night > > you still won't reunite > > > > Between the thighs and the sighs of this summer > > I was damaged when > > we were done > > I was chocked, yellowed,smoked > > in the quicklime of the > > bleaching sun > > > > Reacting to my phone calls all night > > you still won't reunite > > > > I'm alone > > this feels > > unnatural > > and seeing you seems intrinsic > > to my life > > yet loneliness seems more real > > than factual > > But you're my strife! > > > > You, you nibble, dribble > > like the mouse > > and I mate heavily > > like the bull > > I'll have my picnics in a whorehouse > > Christ! they're always full > > Christ! they're always full. > > > > *********** > > Yeah. They're always full because the men who fill them feel the > same way the guy who wrote this feels. > > " Silver " > Yes this is true, " but just remember this: a kiss is just a kiss, the fundamental truths apply as time goes by. " " And here's another clue for you all " : the Whale, the Whorehouse and the Walrus are Paul.. walking the road to Damascus. ................bob. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 29, 2006 Report Share Posted March 29, 2006 Nisargadatta , " s_i_l_v_e_r1069 " <silver- 1069 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Bob N. " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > You roll my soul between your fingers > > like a cigarette. > > From the morning's door to the opposite shore where the sun > > smites the West. > > > > Reacting to my phone calls all night > > you still won't reunite > > > > Between the thighs and the sighs of this summer > > I was damaged when > > we were done > > I was chocked, yellowed,smoked > > in the quicklime of the > > bleaching sun > > > > Reacting to my phone calls all night > > you still won't reunite > > > > I'm alone > > this feels > > unnatural > > and seeing you seems intrinsic > > to my life > > yet loneliness seems more real > > than factual > > But you're my strife! > > > > You, you nibble, dribble > > like the mouse > > and I mate heavily > > like the bull > > I'll have my picnics in a whorehouse > > Christ! they're always full > > Christ! they're always full. > > > > *********** > > Yeah. They're always full because the men who fill them feel the > same way the guy who wrote this feels. > > " Silver " > Yes, " But you must remember this: a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh, the fundamental (truths) apply as time goes by. " " And here's another clue for you all " .......The Whale, the Whorehouse and the Walrus are Paul.......traversing the road to Damascus..... .......bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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