This is a poem I wrote when I was Queen of Sorrow

[fishfishquaileye]

.. does this suggest another "pome" is in the works??.. and do you mean 'banana' in the sense of phallus, or.. [you know.. that other thing]

.. oh, also.. was your "mounting" frustration.. [which I referred to earlier on this thread].. at all involved?.. [in this "unfortunate incident," I mean]

let us pray not, Marisha another complete beetch.

[Violet]

.. fish.. now, I'm going to say this as gently as I know how.. but it seems to me that, well, between your disparaging your alters.. [as in this case with Marisha].. or even "killing them off," as you did on another thread with that alter who has a taste for irony, I think it is.. [an alter after my own heart, I'd say in that].. but, in doing these things, you're not helping to "integrate" these personalities into the, uh, "host," which would signal some real advancement, I suggest. Now, I do happen to know something about this subject, having watched Sybil, like, how many times??.. like a million probably. So, yeah.. I do have some credentials in this.

.. what I suggest, fish.. is to swim back to your host.. [notice Dear Reader how I accommodate this alter's fish-fetishie proclivities by using the verb 'to swim'] [works every time].. anyway, fish, just swim back "home".. [yes, Dear Reader, that's a euphemism for "host," given it's best [I've just decided] not to state such things too directly in these cases].. but, yes, fish.. just swim back home, and take some stock. [or, at least nibble on some seaweed or something] [given the stock market is no sure bet these days, in any event]

.. anyway, the point is, fish, for you to just realize that killing off your alters without first integrating them.. or, even if you are merely referring to them as "beetches".. or, simply "bitches".. but ALL such destructive behaviors are signaling something very troubling indeed. [let me see if I can demonstrate this somehow]

[Dr. Flowers looks through her case histories] [copies of which she's placed on youtube, for popular access]

.. now, fish.. just remember that the critter cited in this particular MPD case could just as easily be a fish. [let's not kid ourselves about this]..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flGCik0MMKo
FULL SCREEN..

now, as much as I hated doing this, I'm hoping you are at least apprised now as to the considerable stakes involved in all this.

later, fish.

[hophead]

Love the emotional impact of this!!!

[fishfishquaileye]

Love the emotional impact of this!!!

yes, me too. I think this is simply brilliant and I would like to say "hooray" many times.

[Violet]

Love the emotional impact of this!!!

yes, me too. I think this is simply brilliant and I would like to say "hooray" many times.

.. thanks, you two..

.. hophead, I meant to reply earlier, but my life.. [somewhat like fish's here].. is something of a cliff-hanger itself right now, so I don't always do as I intend.

.. [it's nice to see you fish].. [actually, I had those scary scales from your back analyzed, and..


[to be continued]

[Harry S]

I wake up and feel the pain which my middle class parents and teachers don’t understand

I hope to catch the bus but it leaves as if saying, not for you! You will t r u d g e! through life!

I search my feelings and find my HEART bleeding like a rat (which wanted cheese) trapped

and broken

b r o k e n



I come back home and I hope to DIE,

to be no more,

to hug and squeeze the ground instead,



My SOUL is lying there lonely,

driven over by the bus that didn’t want me,

it's lying there like a cat that wanted the rat

that wanted the cheese

that wanted to stay yellow

too much…

w

h

y

?????????

Marisha - you ooze style x

A
x

Hello, does anyone know what happened to Al?

[Karren B]

I wake up and feel the pain which my middle class parents and teachers don’t understand

I hope to catch the bus but it leaves as if saying, not for you! You will t r u d g e! through life!

I search my feelings and find my HEART bleeding like a rat (which wanted cheese) trapped

and broken

b r o k e n



I come back home and I hope to DIE,

to be no more,

to hug and squeeze the ground instead,



My SOUL is lying there lonely,

driven over by the bus that didn’t want me,

it's lying there like a cat that wanted the rat

that wanted the cheese

that wanted to stay yellow

too much…

w

h

y

?????????

Marisha - you ooze style x

A
x

Hello, does anyone know what happened to Al?

No, but she's missed around here!

[Cate]

She is

I can't remember if she ran away with the farm boy Princess Bride style or joined the convent at the top of the hill. Either way it would be great if she were to come and visit perhaps drop us a poem or two.

xx