Guest guest Posted May 10, 2006 Report Share Posted May 10, 2006 B: How Wonderous is your poem here Peter. A true statement of that ephemeral something in nothing that tears at our heartstrings and plunders them unto death and song.OLO...LOL...OLO!! See! The blubird of eternal happy-happy sings nice-nice to the mockingbird. Sitting higher and lower and actually not sitting at all, he bellows a most sweeter tuner than all other scavengers. Above and Below and even inbetween'em times: Love lOve loVe lovE LOVE......you said it not I. You...You...You..You sweet little girl!!!!!!! P.S. Save The Last Dance For Me @ promenade.And sweetie..I don't care if it's a square dance, we'll make it a circle of FIRE and WIND and rain and snow and sleet and unbearable sticky humid heat. P.P.S. About the kid you carry in your lugubrious loins: I always used safe sex so you know it's not mine. Good luck with your little bastard though. xxxxxxxx P: Sorry, Bobby, my poem wasn't about you. You're not loving, Bob. You're too insecure to love, too quick to take offense, too slow to let grudges go. You go ballistic at the push of a button. A tougher skin you need, balloon Bob, so you don't go pop with every little prick. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 10, 2006 Report Share Posted May 10, 2006 Nisargadatta , Pete S <pedsie5 wrote: > > B: How Wonderous is your poem here Peter. A true statement of that > ephemeral something in nothing that tears at our heartstrings and > plunders them unto death and song.OLO...LOL...OLO!! See! The blubird > of eternal happy-happy sings nice-nice to the mockingbird. Sitting > higher and lower and actually not sitting at all, he bellows a most > sweeter tuner than all other scavengers. Above and Below and even > inbetween'em times: Love lOve loVe lovE LOVE......you said it not I. > You...You...You..You sweet little girl!!!!!!! > > P.S. Save The Last Dance For Me @ promenade.And sweetie..I don't > care if it's a square dance, we'll make it a circle of FIRE and WIND > and rain and snow and sleet and unbearable sticky humid heat. > > P.P.S. About the kid you carry in your lugubrious loins: I always > used safe sex so you know it's not mine. Good luck with your little > bastard though. > xxxxxxxx > > P: Sorry, Bobby, my poem wasn't > about you. You're not loving, Bob. > You're too insecure to love, too > quick to take offense, too slow to > let grudges go. You go ballistic at > the push of a button. A tougher skin > you need, balloon Bob, so you don't > go pop with every little prick. Gee Whilikers Pete! There you go again with that sarcastic comeback to some perceived threat to your personal space. I know that your poem wasn't about me kiddo. I wasn't taking offense at all. Seems that you have though. And that's too bad because I was just trying to have a laugh WITH you, not AT you. I'm well aware what you were refering to in your posted poem. I understood your veiled reference. When first replying, I was going to just say, " I like your poem Pete " , but I thought.let's go for a few more laughs..so the post went as it went. " Turn away from me Satan " ...JC's words to Peter..maybe fitting here. I know you can take it with your skin of leather. So have a chuckle pal. Relax. Enjoy the game and cut the crap.You like talking about peoples projections of their own shortcomings on others. Have a close, close look at your patterns of behaviour friend. You are the projectionist here and you are the one who seems to carry some sort of grudge. I don't. Hell, I enjoy the sparring until it falls to the levels you sometimes reach for. How's YOUR mother Pete. I'm beginning to think she has a lot to answer for in bringing you here. hehehehehe :-))) .......bob P.S. Try not to pop your top this time prick...whoops..I mean WITH a prick. Love you boy even if I'm unloving and unlovable in your eyes. I believe that's just a problem you have with seeing more than one thing, or anything, beyond youself, at any one time. Larry gives consultations for clients so you may get some help there too. Just trying to be helpful Pete..be nice nice now. (bn) > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 11, 2006 Report Share Posted May 11, 2006 Nisargadatta , Pete S <pedsie5 wrote: > > B: How Wonderous is your poem here Peter. A true statement of that > ephemeral something in nothing that tears at our heartstrings and > plunders them unto death and song.OLO...LOL...OLO!! See! The blubird > of eternal happy-happy sings nice-nice to the mockingbird. Sitting > higher and lower and actually not sitting at all, he bellows a most > sweeter tuner than all other scavengers. Above and Below and even > inbetween'em times: Love lOve loVe lovE LOVE......you said it not I. > You...You...You..You sweet little girl!!!!!!! > > P.S. Save The Last Dance For Me @ promenade.And sweetie..I don't > care if it's a square dance, we'll make it a circle of FIRE and WIND > and rain and snow and sleet and unbearable sticky humid heat. > > P.P.S. About the kid you carry in your lugubrious loins: I always > used safe sex so you know it's not mine. Good luck with your little > bastard though. > xxxxxxxx > > P: Sorry, Bobby, my poem wasn't > about you. You're not loving, Bob. > You're too insecure to love, too > quick to take offense, too slow to > let grudges go. You go ballistic at > the push of a button. A tougher skin > you need, balloon Bob, so you don't > go pop with every little prick. You´re projecting. Your self knowledge seems pretty accurate, now just realize that when you talk about Bob you in fact talk about yourself. You don´t need tougher sking though, just let the air out ;-) Len Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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