Colonial Suicide

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by George.Wright » Mon May 04, 2009 1:13 am

My princess Violet,
I have been in those houses here, in Ireland. They are all the same all over the world. Anyways, my organ playing skill has increased and I am sure to find a few notes for you............

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Mon May 04, 2009 11:23 pm

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My dankish Prince Georges,

I didn't know you'd been to such places in Ireland, my love... they seem quite dismal, though the song so inpsired is quite haunting I think... I believe I'd be remiss if I didn't include this version of it, as this is the renowned group that seems to have launched it... though there's mention of a Doors version too (and Dylan does it as well)... Anyway, my sweet, you can get a good idea as to what I'm looking for keyboards wise with this.. (the instrumentation is stellar)...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7jzi9JAkw
FULL SCREEN...


your musical v i o l e t muse,

now performing in...


GEORGES & VIOLET LIVE
DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS...

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by George.Wright » Fri May 08, 2009 2:27 pm

Dear Violet,
Open your doors and let me in for I am legion.

Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
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Re: Colonial Suicide

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by George.Wright » Tue May 12, 2009 1:47 am

Hi Vi,
Just got to catch this big yellow taxi to help me........Anyways, who is the Harry S fellow that just appeared? Do you think he is Lord M? It's a bit late for him to make an appearance, our white steed is saddled and ready, like the video of the Muse and the knights of Cydonia...........watch it on U Tube. By the way, love your blonde hair.........

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by imaginary friend » Tue May 12, 2009 7:24 am

Hi V and G,

Do you mind if I hang out here for a short while? I'll fix us all a hearty meal, and then leave you two alone to... err... share the meal undisturbed, while I retire to consider how to cope with some personal issues...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1zHzbgZ3ys

XO
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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Tue May 12, 2009 6:52 pm

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... Georges, my love, and I.F., my fellow sojourner, I shall respond more thoroughly later, as I'm still upstate (at our little dump of a fixer-upper, sweet Georges, which you may recall from one of our earlier story lines)... Unfortunately (as you also may recall) we only have dial-up service up here, so I am unable to youtube... a detestable state of affairs, which I plan on remedying soon... Anyway, I'm heading down to the city right after writing this, where I'll be back in youtube heaven, thank (youtube) heavens... (oh, how do you like this lovely spring-green font colour, by the way, my love?).. (it's a nod to your spring-green Irishness, as well)... (my sweet)...

.. I.F.... I don't at all mind your stopping here.. please consider Colonial Suicide your home away from home... I too have been having a bit of a difficult time lately.. (actually, to you and the other women reading this, you might appreciate what I'm talking about when I mention those special attacks of pms where thoughts of suicide aren't even due to the insidious oppressiveness of feeling colonized) (and anyway, I'm not even in Ireland right now)... In any case, I.F., if you are at all troubled these days, I can lend an empathetic ear, especially since I've obviously survived this month's ruthless hormonal intrusion... Oh, Georges, you can come back now... (as you know, I.F., he hates girl talk)... Oh, and Georges, my love, you are a fickle one... I mean I thought you preferred me as a brunette???.. but with youtube fantasies one can't always control hair color, as frustrating as that may be.. Anyway, I suggest you make up your mind on this, I'm due at the hair dresser this week so it would be good to know your preference in these things...

.. okay, I'll check back in later, once I've had the chance to youtube for you two (I couldn't resist that one)... Oh, and feel better, I.F...

v i o l e t (flower) xx
xxx x x (only two kisses are for you, I.F.) (and
only on the cheek..).. (I mean, you must
remember how jealous
Georges gets...) xxx
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xxxx (yes.. Georges, sweetie.. I understand you've been missing -- ) xxx x x x xxxxxxxxx (well, I'm back now)..
..xxxxx.. (I mean, I'm ready for..) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x xxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xx
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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by imaginary friend » Wed May 13, 2009 8:25 am

Hi V (Hi G)
Lady V wrote:
xxx x x (only two kisses are for you, I.F.) (and
only on the cheek..).. (I mean, you must
remember how jealous
Georges gets...)
Pure pop, but lotsa fun...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fBdgZUtpBg
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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Wed May 13, 2009 5:01 pm

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.. well, I.F... I have several things to say to you at this point, you naughty naughty girl, you... (you aren't trying to compete with me for unbridled (forumish) naughtiness?)... (by any chance)...

Anyway, first off, with this Tom Jones fantasy meal plan of yours, I was going to tell you that you are right in not wanting to stay for dinner.. I mean, if you ate like that in front of Georges, he really would follow you into the bedroom.. he's only human, after all (!)... so it was very kind of you to offer to leave.. (after fixing us such a.. well, sensual seeming repast, that is)... I will try eating like that, though… it’s funny how proper etiquette goes right out the window when one is in a certain.. um.. mood…

... and as to this cherry colored fantasy of yours, I. F.... I'm not entirely sure how Georges would feel about his sharing my cherry chap stick with you (while it was still on my lips, that is)... you know how possessive he can be.. but he can be ever so romantic too… like here… where he so sweetly and sexily sings to me about this whole Cherry subject…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdSrSFhi9Hk
FULL SCREEN…

.. sweetie, your cool-smooth style makes me wanna’ melt… come here right now, I wanna’ straddle you.. xxxxxxxxxxxx x x x -- oh, uh, excuse me, I.F. (and anyone else who happens to be present)… I sometimes forget the parentheses..

Anyway, we’ll see, I.F… I mean Georges is full of surprises.. you never know what he might secretly be envisioning in his dankish-bangorish den of his… perhaps he’d like to see his little violet flower being wholly devoured by an Imaginary Female Lover-Intruder… you’d be wearing your dominatrix outfit, I take it??.. (ba dum bum).. (that's my seldom-used drum punctuation sound effect, by the way)...

As to you, my darling Georges… and this Muse and the Knights of Cydonia fantasy of yours… I do believe I have déjà-vu… from another thread time ago, it seems… yes… you were there all rough tough and Western like... (didn't I tell you you were a rambler, and a gamler, and a sweet talkin’ lady’s man?).. and I was there.. all blonde and stunningly sexy like… oh, and in my sparkling silver-blue bikini.. and on a our steed (which for some reason is now a unicorn, it seems.. hmm..)… oh, and Lord M. was there too.. with those big white teeth and his evilish looking smile… yes.. it’s all coming back to me now..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_sBOsh-vyI
FULL SCREEN…

… who’s that silver tin man Star Wars looking dude?... you know, this all somehow takes me back, Georges, to one of our first romantic encounters on that exotic beach somewhere.. remember?... we were trying to make love with you in your armor??.. it was terribly uncomfortable, as I recall… but oh so romantic…

.. (sigh)…

.. now where was I??


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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by George.Wright » Wed May 13, 2009 6:55 pm

Vi,
You have a good memory. I thought you looked stunning as a blonde and Lord M was like a victorian villan twiddling his moustache and grinning with his teeth. I saved you from being hung,of course, but found making love fully clothed was self defeating, in a suit of armour, not withstanding your love and a can of WD40.......Anyways was IF wanting a piece of the action as well???? Just as well I have a trusty lance. What goes round, comes round as we all meander this theatre of life, in our various costumes...........Vi, you promised me the can can soon, I so love Moulin Rouge.........

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Fri May 15, 2009 5:00 pm


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.. baby, you'll have to wait for the can can, as I'm in this winsome spring time mood.. so I thought to offer you this little spring poem I wrote... just for you, my sweet.. it's inspired by a flurry of apple blossoms that came a' whirling about me, as I stood under a lovely apple tree in full bloom.. (it was just this past weekend, in fact)... and so.. from this whirling little heart... to yours... (my love)...



Send now my heart


Deep within
these apple blossom
boughs

my heart adorns
its temple

O'er my head
a blue jay ascends, as

softly

down
down, the wind

it sends

a whirl of heaven’s
pink-white petals;

your kiss,

its tender nearness
sweetly settles

upon the ground

a speckled kind
of splendor

(beneath you now,
I feel this
ground’s surrender)

for just these smallest-dearest petals,
like the sweetest lovers’ vows

send

now

my heart,

to you (my love)

… from these
love's deepest boughs…



your v i o l e t f l
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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Sun May 17, 2009 6:09 pm

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgO-lLG0F44
FULL SCREEN...

Forgive me, my love.. if I'm in something of a philosophical mood, and still not quite up for the can can.. I direct you to the very end of this poem by William Wordsworth.. part of which Natalie Wood just read.. it's where the title of this film, Splendor in the Grass, originates...

... What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

XI

And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.


I've read this poem, but have not studied it.. still I see here something like the deeper knowing and thought that temper the philosophic mind, as they're wed with the memory of life as to an infant, with all the world's new born light.. love.. and ecstasy... It seems here that Wordsworth finds solace in the deepening of mind that time brings.. It is not a love poem.. though the most profound love is implicit I think.. as all seems here imparted to us through the human heart... and so perhaps the act of apprehension itself.. speaks to love's knowingness.. even as that meanest flower finds in us a darkened passage of knowing that is too deep for tears... All of which is to say that this life-tempered substance is us...

To live in love of you.. my beloved... to allow life's infancy to dwell in me in the presence of you... it's to walk for a while in love's graces... And while romantic love can be illusory.. one can do its passion dance.. even as one knows it as a dance...

Natalie Wood is here a girl.. or just more than a girl.. as she knows now of human suffering..

... in time we take that knowledge of loss and suffering.. not to temper our sometimes silly dance of passion and romance.. but to make of such of our silliness.. something other.. and better.. (my love)...

forever your
v i o l e t x x x x xxx x xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x ..



(.. here's the entire poem..

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

I

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

II

The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

III

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And while the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound,
To me alone there came a thought of grief:
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong:
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay;
Land and sea
Give themselves up to jollity,
And with the heart of May
Doth every Beast keep holiday;--
Thou Child of Joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
Shepherd-boy!

IV

Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal,
The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all.
Oh evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,
And the Children are culling
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm:--
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
--But there's a Tree, of many, one,
A single Field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

V

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.

VI

Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a Mother's mind,
And no unworthy aim,
The homely Nurse doth all she can
To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man,
Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came.

VII

Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,
With light upon him from his father's eyes!
See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,
Some fragment from his dream of human life,
Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;
A wedding or a festival,
A mourning or a funeral;
And this hath now his heart,
And unto this he frames his song:
Then will he fit his tongue
To dialogues of business, love, or strife;
But it will not be long
Ere this be thrown aside,
And with new joy and pride
The little Actor cons another part;
Filling from time to time his "humorous stage"
With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,
That Life brings with her in her equipage;
As if his whole vocation
Were endless imitation.

VIII

Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy Soul's immensity;
Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,--
Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!
On whom those truths do rest,
Which we are toiling all our lives to find,
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;
Thou, over whom thy Immortality
Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave,
A Presence which is not to be put by;
Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,
And custom lie upon thee with a weight
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!

IX

O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest--
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:--
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain light of all our day,
Are yet a master light of all our seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish never;
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor Man nor Boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the Children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

X

Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

XI

And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth 1803-6)

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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Mon May 18, 2009 7:02 pm

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... okay, Georgie porgie.. you’re probably all hung over and mopey today.. I mean, it is Monday after all.. (and you are Irish) (last time I checked, at least..).. so, I thought I’d help you out, my love... Now this isn't the can can, but it is from when we did Moulin Rouge together.. it's an out take actually.. but I wanted to show it to you again because it reminds me of how funny I think you are.. you really crack me up sometimes, sweets.. and it makes me want you even more.. (oh, and you’re Scottish here, aren’t you?)... (.. it’s time I see you in a kilt, methinks)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tszacft_lE4&NR=1
FULL SCREEN...

kiss me, you fool --
your giggling
v i o l e t fl
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w e r x x x
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.. oh, alright..
... here's some manner of can can... from Moulin Rouge.. (you know I can never say no to you, my sweet).. xxx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0W5VwR1ZiQs xx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x xx x xxxxxxxxxx x x x x

FULL SCREEN...x x xxxxxx x xxxx x x x x xxxxx xx xxxxxx x xx x x xxxxxx x x x xxx x x x
xxx (actually.. I’m getting some new lingerie ideas just from watching this).. xxxx (hope you
brought your tails).. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x xxxx x xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (.. I imagine
the bubbliness of champagne would be appropriate).. xxxxxx (.. no, my love.. I don't think we'll
need a whole case..).. xxx (one or two bottles should do..).. (this is the good stuff, after all).. x x x x xxxx x xx x xxx x x (gee.. there’s
an awful lot of petticoats you need to get past.. if you want to get to me, that is..).. xx x xx xxx.. (I am in here somewhere, my love..
keep going..).. xxxxxxxx x x xxx .. xxxxxxxxxx.. (hey, don’t pout, now.. I mean, it’s your fantasy, after all).. xxxxx..
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x (oh there.. that's me..)..xxxx xxx x x x x xxxx x xxxxx x x xx .. (OHMUGOD, that's me..).. xxxxx x x x x x xxx x x x x
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xxxxxx.. (.. have I ever told you I adore you?..)..xxxxx x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x.. x xxx xx x xxxxxxxxx x x x xxxxxxxx x x x. x xx x
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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by George.Wright » Tue May 19, 2009 9:10 am

Goodness Vi,
What a lovely post and colourful, millions of light years from my dankish mud hut, here in Ireland, where we have learnt to dance with frogs, ooops.......Anyways, I always feel your sweet love for me from the City that never sleeps and the pull of our love tugs at us, like infinity, across the tides of the Atlantic......

I once appeared as a large black bird, at your window and tapped and tapped with my large beak, part of you knew it was me, as a Shamen here had transformed me to a form more suited to cross our large pond and view you as if I was there. My large beaded eye surveyed your loveliness like a pyramid cat, that peeked at the Queen......as I guessed the random numbers that would enable us both to be together, against the odds......Chance is a human intrepretation of the mystic and dark forces that swirl and change our Universe, like the plug holes of forever......Inspiration is an ability of our recievers to go beyond the actual, we can really see........I dream and you dream, perhaps we can meet in the Dreaming??????

My violence disguises the fact of my Love for you, like a Gladiator, I have fought and won. When shall I recieve my prize???????................

Love Georges xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
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Re: Colonial Suicide

Post by Violet » Tue May 19, 2009 5:04 pm

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.. baby, love… you charm me.. and surprise me always… and I think you’re right.. it’s time for us to attune our “dreaming” skills.. so to transcend the minor (or not so minor) impertinences allotted us, due to our actual circumstances…

Here’s some ideas... starting with… (just to set the right metaphysical-romantical mood, as it were)... (here, why don't we light a few candles..)..


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD_ZAGBXA_4
FULL SCREEN…

In this next one I have the feeling it’s Geoffrey narrating, although I’m not sure why I think that, as I’ve never heard him speak.. still… see what you think… (oh, and Geoffrey.. let me know if I've imagined your speaking style correctly...).. (if you'd like to, that is)... Oh, and also (my love)… I'm the woman here pictured… as I feel I am indeed becoming myself.. at least here on these fantasmic threads of ours.. given their seemingly mystical, hyper-real dimensionality … besides, it would seem from all that you're saying, my sweet… that I may indeed represent “the quest”… (in your eyes, I mean)...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEpKTukiu2s
FULL SCREEN…

.. now here, my love, is one thing you might try in your (sub)quest to overcome the nuisances of every day reality.. (I have a feeling I see your apartment in Bangor down below.. ).. (they must have had that saying wrong… all roads don’t lead to Rome.. but to Bangor..)…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFOw91i_Lhs&NR=1
FULL SCREEN…

… and here’s another technique… (actually, I’m fairly certain Groucho Marx might have studied this).. (somehow I picture Cate, I.F. and I giving this one a try.. only I think we should be wearing diaphanous silk gowns instead)… (you’d probably prefer that too, my love)… (xxx)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtHEazIkgFM
FULL SCREEN…

… and so.. given all of the above… it does occur to me, my love.. (my sweet sweet prince of that unending mystical-romantical night of here to forever)... that in honing our esoteric skills in this way… we may well come to find that there is indeed.. well… a… a…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BQMgCy-n6U
FULL SCREEN…

… my love, te adoro… I love you…







Violet
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