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PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:40 am
by Saturn
:lol: :lol: :lol:

PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:22 pm
by Heaven/Hell
Malia wrote:Oy, all this passion and emotion. . .it's wearing me out. Where's the chocolate ice cream?

(A brand new quote by Malia :lol: )


Ah, chocolate ice-cream...the cause of, and solution to, the female depressive tendency. :D

PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 5:25 pm
by Malia
Heaven/Hell wrote:
Malia wrote:Oy, all this passion and emotion. . .it's wearing me out. Where's the chocolate ice cream?

(A brand new quote by Malia :lol: )


Ah, chocolate ice-cream...the cause of, and solution to, the female depressive tendency. :D


Hey now, I've known more than one (straight) guy who turns to chocolate for solace now and then! :lol:

PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 1:21 pm
by Heaven/Hell
Malia wrote:Hey now, I've known more than one (straight) guy who turns to chocolate for solace now and then! :lol:


Those are the ones who haven't discovered Jack Daniels. :P

PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 4:15 pm
by Saturn
Heaven/Hell wrote:
Malia wrote:Hey now, I've known more than one (straight) guy who turns to chocolate for solace now and then! :lol:


Those are the ones who haven't discovered Jack Daniels. :P


Aha I love chocolate and am well known for my imbibing of large quantities of Jack on occassion :lol:

What does that make me?

A hermaphrodite?

A eunuch? :?

:wink:

PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 5:39 pm
by Malia
Jack Daniels. . .yich--that stuff tastes gross. My Dad loves it, too. (Must truly be a "guy" thing) Now a well-made martini--not a *dry* one, mind you, but one of the fruity (or chocolate) varieties. . .that's a different story.

PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 8:32 pm
by Saturn
Well I don't drink it straight, only with coke.

It is definitely not for the faint hearted though.

I had about six double Jack's one night and I seriously still felt drunk like a week later :lol:

Oh yes, I could be a hard drinking, hard living bad ass dude if I wanted to be :twisted:

We Irish are a hardy, tough nation :lol:

Either that or a bunch of drinking, brawling sheep-stealers.

I have no idea what I'm talking about, don't mind me I have the Saturday night mania in full swing.

PostPosted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 4:13 am
by Malia
Man, I'm plastered after two martini's. . .

My brother Dan spent a little time in Ireland and he was amazed at how much people could put away. I was amazed by that ability when I was in England. Quite a few functional alcoholics out in those parts. I'm sure we have more than a few in the U.S.--but it seems to be almost an art in the British Isles.

PostPosted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:43 am
by Saturn
I cannot claim to be one of them but certainly "we" can drink a lot, and often.

It's the damn interminable rain probably [well many would use that excuse] :wink:

These chilly bleak Northern Isles can swallow men and their livers whole at a gulp. :lol:

PostPosted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:40 am
by Saturn
"Love concentrates so intently on another that you forget yourself at that moment. Attention says, 'I value you enough to give you my most precious asset - my time'".
Unknown

PostPosted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:38 am
by Heaven/Hell
Saturn wrote:I cannot claim to be one of them but certainly "we" can drink a lot, and often.

It's the damn interminable rain probably [well many would use that excuse] :wink:

These chilly bleak Northern Isles can swallow men and their livers whole at a gulp. :lol:


That's one of the classic stereotypes in Gothic novels isn't it: the reclusive writer, in his smoking jacket, sitting in front of a roaring fireplace with a large glass of brandy in his hand, with a tempestuous storm in the background, slowly going insane as his novel becomes reality...supposedly the legend is based on/dedicated to a depiction of Edgar Allan Poe who turned alcoholic in his later years.
Don't know what inspired me to post this...must be Monday morning melancholia in full swing. ;)

PostPosted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 11:30 am
by Heaven/Hell
Damien Rice's Cannonball, a song I've been listening to a lot lately (was my ex-girlfriend's favourite song):

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can't say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

PostPosted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 11:42 am
by Saturn
Love that song!

Love Damien Rice. 8)

PostPosted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 12:12 pm
by Heaven/Hell
"I pant for the music which is divine,
My heart in its thirst is a dying flower
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silver shower
Like the herbless plain, for the gentle rain,
I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.

Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound -
More, oh more, I am thirsting yet,
It serves to unravel the serpent which care has bound
Upon my heart to stifle it.
And the dissolving strain, its sweet refrain,
Passes into my heart, and through my brain."
- one of Shelley's lesser known Odes dedicated To Music.

It was unfinished and so is disputed to have been one of his last poems. :cry:

PostPosted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 1:16 am
by Malia
"Vision is the ability to realize that the truth is always larger than the partial present. The map you use to explore this new world will be the path by which the next world walks."
--Sr. Joan Chittister