Lord M would do wonderful in Holywood, look at Hugh Grant...........
Georges.Colonial Suicide
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
Lord M would do wonderful in Holywood, look at Hugh Grant...........
Georges.
Lord M would do wonderful in Holywood, look at Hugh Grant...........
Georges.I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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For Georges, this dark, near-winter morning... (or is it winter already?)...
When you return
When you return, I’ll have a fire
a’going, and purple flowers
adorning, this sweetest dress
I’ll wear.
When you return, I'll have my hair
a'flowing, my face all flushed and
glowing, (your eyes that tender
knowing), when you return…
For then, I’ll have our love-bed ready,
strew violets o’er our sheets, and sing
for you the sweetest melody -- offer
such treats to eat…
For though I’ve known but winter’s
waiting, to see your eyes again, my
yearning finds us spring's elation,
no darkened worries then…
So shall I live for such a time…
as when you will return.
forever your v i o l e t
[I've been tweaking this a bit today, my sweet, for when you return to these tender threads... v.] [next day: a few tweaks more, my darling... and missing you terribly... v i o l e t x x x x ]
When you return
When you return, I’ll have a fire
a’going, and purple flowers
adorning, this sweetest dress
I’ll wear.
When you return, I'll have my hair
a'flowing, my face all flushed and
glowing, (your eyes that tender
knowing), when you return…
For then, I’ll have our love-bed ready,
strew violets o’er our sheets, and sing
for you the sweetest melody -- offer
such treats to eat…
For though I’ve known but winter’s
waiting, to see your eyes again, my
yearning finds us spring's elation,
no darkened worries then…
So shall I live for such a time…
as when you will return.
forever your v i o l e t
[I've been tweaking this a bit today, my sweet, for when you return to these tender threads... v.] [next day: a few tweaks more, my darling... and missing you terribly... v i o l e t x x x x ]
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Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
A lovely homecoming all for me and purple is the colour of mourning...................
Georges.
A lovely homecoming all for me and purple is the colour of mourning...................
Georges.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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... I believe your poetry's blooming, sweet Georges,
your purple yet hopeful,
v i o l e t
your purple yet hopeful,
v i o l e t
Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
You are naughty and niccccccceeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Georges.
You are naughty and niccccccceeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Georges.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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... hmm... I hadn't thought I was being especially naughty this time... but now I see that purple longing wed with blooming, seems sure to find a naughty ending...
And so I await you, my knight of the (nicely) elongated lance...
Princess Violet
And so I await you, my knight of the (nicely) elongated lance...
Princess Violet
Violet
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George.Wright
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Excellent Violet,
Only one problem, my lance glows in the dark. Still I will remind you of Darth Vader with his light sword and my visor............
I hope you like not being in the darkness anymores, it will lighten up your sensitive parts.....
Georges.
Only one problem, my lance glows in the dark. Still I will remind you of Darth Vader with his light sword and my visor............
I hope you like not being in the darkness anymores, it will lighten up your sensitive parts.....
Georges.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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... okay, I'm not sure which "lance" we're talking about now, probably both... only now I'm thinking of a not so proverbial light at the end of, well, a certain manner of tunnel, as it were... which might in fact lead to my now becoming Ultra Violet, it seems... You know you're further complicating my plot points, my love, although I always thought I'd look nice with two braided hair donuts over my ears...
Well, I hope you're sleeping brightly, my luminous dark knight,
your ultra v i o l e t princess leia confection xxx^%^&^6&76^%$#@+*&......
[p.s. I tweaked my little over breakfast poem I wrote for you today (or make that yesterday), for you to re-read over breakfast, presumably while sipping your Irish Breakfast tea?... or are you still out West?... and if so, then you're no doubt drinking that yogi tea (chilled a bit, and through a straw, given your visor)... either way, return home soon, my sweet... (and then you need only drink me)... v.]
Well, I hope you're sleeping brightly, my luminous dark knight,
your ultra v i o l e t princess leia confection xxx^%^&^6&76^%$#@+*&......
[p.s. I tweaked my little over breakfast poem I wrote for you today (or make that yesterday), for you to re-read over breakfast, presumably while sipping your Irish Breakfast tea?... or are you still out West?... and if so, then you're no doubt drinking that yogi tea (chilled a bit, and through a straw, given your visor)... either way, return home soon, my sweet... (and then you need only drink me)... v.]
Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
Love to see your breakfast poem.
Georges.
Love to see your breakfast poem.
Georges.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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Sweetest Georges, my love,
Mefear the radiation has gotten to you a bit, and I'm contacting Mayo Clinic, actually, since I hear they are very good... (of course, who knows these days, they might be conducting some form of mind control experiment out of there, so I guess one needs to be careful)*... no, darling, the morning poem I spoke of was yesterday's (which I worked on a bit more for you), but this morning brought with it no new poem, it seems... probably since my "luminous glowing" meant that I had a very poor night's sleep... so no new poem, my poor, sweet, morning-poem deprived soul... Actually, your "return" poem was resisting me yesterday, and so I'm hoping it finally looks a tad better to me today, as 'tis most important to have your homecoming poem be just right (since it's really all we have, my sweetness... just these tattered little threads)... When are you returning home, my love, by the way? Or did you return just long enough to irradiate me?... I guess I have some plot development work to do... Actually, I've been meaning to do some character development as well... starting with Lord M. and that last suicidal Colonel "pome" he wrote, since to me it seems to offer some valuable clues... how that's going to square with the red-pantied magistrate material the Hollywood people are so hell bent on using is another matter though... it's probably one of those multiple personality situations... you know, like Joanne Woodward in The Three Faces of Eve... hmm... that means I need another personality in there... of course, the Bird Dirge still seems to be troubling him, and so I'll have to take that into account as well... OH MUGOD... I just had a truly awful thought...
WHAT IF LORD M. IS, IN FACT, PHIL SPECTOR?????????????????????...
I mean, it could explain why Phil pulled a gun on poor Leonard that one time... I mean, considering all these festering feelings about the Bird Dirge...
[TO BE CONTINUED...]...
Okay, so that's it for the present, my sweet... I miss you, as always, and hope to find a new plot twist... well, at least for our characters, to get us out of this temporary rut...
and so, adieu (while drinking my Irish Breakfast tea in honor of you, my dankish-darkish (newly bog-ish) (minded) prince of the lush, emerald-green wetlands),
Brightly Violetxxx
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[* (THIS IS A MUCH LATER NOTATION)... I probably shouldn't be taking liberties here with such an establishment as Mayo Clinic, since none of my research into these "dark side of Empire" matters has turned up any link between secret government sanctioned mind control operations and this particular clinic (not that I've looked into this all that extensively) [and yes, one needs to know how to navigate the maze of un-annotated information (B. S., in other words) riddled throughout this slippery black hole more commonly referred to as "the internet"... but really, dear reader, that should go without saying]... Actually, Georges, my darling, the organization you need steer clear of so to prevent your becoming something of a patsy, as it were (I mean, given your propensity for random violence, you could very well be a promising candidate in this regard)... anyway, the organization you need to avoid if at all possible, my sweetness, is NASA, which indeed specializes in such mind control ops (which of course includes assassin programming)... Now, I'm well aware, my love, that you still retain that boyhood fascination with astronauts 'n such, but believe me, behind all the glam and distor -- I mean, behind all the high minded achievements of the space program (toward the Betterment of Mankind, etc., blah blah blah), NASA is in fact run by a bunch of big, bad meanies who, in your particular case, would mean to exploit such a boyhood fascination for their own nefarious ends... my sweet... my joy and my life... my dankish-darkish misapprised little wetlander... so please be careful, my darling, and remember how much I count on you... an extremely worried... v i o l e t xxxx ]
[last edit: spotted one error in above verbiage...]
[FURTHER NOTE (TO THE READER): in case you're not giving this your full attention (which is entirely understandable), Georges would not have seen the above notation yet when he makes the following response...]
Mefear the radiation has gotten to you a bit, and I'm contacting Mayo Clinic, actually, since I hear they are very good... (of course, who knows these days, they might be conducting some form of mind control experiment out of there, so I guess one needs to be careful)*... no, darling, the morning poem I spoke of was yesterday's (which I worked on a bit more for you), but this morning brought with it no new poem, it seems... probably since my "luminous glowing" meant that I had a very poor night's sleep... so no new poem, my poor, sweet, morning-poem deprived soul... Actually, your "return" poem was resisting me yesterday, and so I'm hoping it finally looks a tad better to me today, as 'tis most important to have your homecoming poem be just right (since it's really all we have, my sweetness... just these tattered little threads)... When are you returning home, my love, by the way? Or did you return just long enough to irradiate me?... I guess I have some plot development work to do... Actually, I've been meaning to do some character development as well... starting with Lord M. and that last suicidal Colonel "pome" he wrote, since to me it seems to offer some valuable clues... how that's going to square with the red-pantied magistrate material the Hollywood people are so hell bent on using is another matter though... it's probably one of those multiple personality situations... you know, like Joanne Woodward in The Three Faces of Eve... hmm... that means I need another personality in there... of course, the Bird Dirge still seems to be troubling him, and so I'll have to take that into account as well... OH MUGOD... I just had a truly awful thought...
WHAT IF LORD M. IS, IN FACT, PHIL SPECTOR?????????????????????...
I mean, it could explain why Phil pulled a gun on poor Leonard that one time... I mean, considering all these festering feelings about the Bird Dirge...
[TO BE CONTINUED...]...
Okay, so that's it for the present, my sweet... I miss you, as always, and hope to find a new plot twist... well, at least for our characters, to get us out of this temporary rut...
and so, adieu (while drinking my Irish Breakfast tea in honor of you, my dankish-darkish (newly bog-ish) (minded) prince of the lush, emerald-green wetlands),
Brightly Violetxxx
x
xx
[* (THIS IS A MUCH LATER NOTATION)... I probably shouldn't be taking liberties here with such an establishment as Mayo Clinic, since none of my research into these "dark side of Empire" matters has turned up any link between secret government sanctioned mind control operations and this particular clinic (not that I've looked into this all that extensively) [and yes, one needs to know how to navigate the maze of un-annotated information (B. S., in other words) riddled throughout this slippery black hole more commonly referred to as "the internet"... but really, dear reader, that should go without saying]... Actually, Georges, my darling, the organization you need steer clear of so to prevent your becoming something of a patsy, as it were (I mean, given your propensity for random violence, you could very well be a promising candidate in this regard)... anyway, the organization you need to avoid if at all possible, my sweetness, is NASA, which indeed specializes in such mind control ops (which of course includes assassin programming)... Now, I'm well aware, my love, that you still retain that boyhood fascination with astronauts 'n such, but believe me, behind all the glam and distor -- I mean, behind all the high minded achievements of the space program (toward the Betterment of Mankind, etc., blah blah blah), NASA is in fact run by a bunch of big, bad meanies who, in your particular case, would mean to exploit such a boyhood fascination for their own nefarious ends... my sweet... my joy and my life... my dankish-darkish misapprised little wetlander... so please be careful, my darling, and remember how much I count on you... an extremely worried... v i o l e t xxxx ]
[last edit: spotted one error in above verbiage...]
[FURTHER NOTE (TO THE READER): in case you're not giving this your full attention (which is entirely understandable), Georges would not have seen the above notation yet when he makes the following response...]
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Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
My Dear Violet,
The thought of Lord M being Phil Spector is very silly. Phil is tooooo young to be Lord M. Phil would also buy himself out of prison and Lord M would lie his way out. Anyways, Phil does not wear womens underwear......
Hope to be close to you soon, my sweet.
Georges.
The thought of Lord M being Phil Spector is very silly. Phil is tooooo young to be Lord M. Phil would also buy himself out of prison and Lord M would lie his way out. Anyways, Phil does not wear womens underwear......
Hope to be close to you soon, my sweet.
Georges.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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... yes, my love, but multiple personalities could well be wildly different from each other, and what you're talking about are very, very minor details, to say the least... anyway, this is obviously a very controversial theory and will no doubt take some serious research to develop more into a plausible seeming script... I mean, just what sort of men's panties does Phil wear anyway???... [TO BE CONTINUED...]...
Well, it's Thanksgiving time in these parts, and so I thought I'd share with Colonial Suicide fans some form of Thanksgiving Colonial Media Suicide a la Sarah Palin (not that it makes much difference at this point, although I think there are some Alaskans that might dispute my saying that)... I believe this piece of verbiage is off of huffingtonpost.com...
On Thursday, Alaska Governor Sarah Palin appeared in Wasilla in order to pardon a local turkey in anticipation of Thanksgiving. This proved to be a slightly absurd but ultimately unremarkable event. But what came next was positively surreal. After the pardon, Palin proceeded to do an interview with a local TV station while the turkeys were being SLAUGHTERED in the background!! Seemingly oblivious to the gruesomeness goings on over her shoulder, she carries on talking for over three minutes. Watch the video:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/11/2 ... 45375.html
Okay then...
So, dear Georges, until we are again re-united, and I decorate your luminous visor with a glowing wreath of ultra violets, I bid you farewell, with a long and lingering imaginary kiss...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
... (oh, and you are close to me always, my love),
your v i o l e t x x x
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Well, it's Thanksgiving time in these parts, and so I thought I'd share with Colonial Suicide fans some form of Thanksgiving Colonial Media Suicide a la Sarah Palin (not that it makes much difference at this point, although I think there are some Alaskans that might dispute my saying that)... I believe this piece of verbiage is off of huffingtonpost.com...
On Thursday, Alaska Governor Sarah Palin appeared in Wasilla in order to pardon a local turkey in anticipation of Thanksgiving. This proved to be a slightly absurd but ultimately unremarkable event. But what came next was positively surreal. After the pardon, Palin proceeded to do an interview with a local TV station while the turkeys were being SLAUGHTERED in the background!! Seemingly oblivious to the gruesomeness goings on over her shoulder, she carries on talking for over three minutes. Watch the video:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/11/2 ... 45375.html
Okay then...
So, dear Georges, until we are again re-united, and I decorate your luminous visor with a glowing wreath of ultra violets, I bid you farewell, with a long and lingering imaginary kiss...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
... (oh, and you are close to me always, my love),
your v i o l e t x x x
x
x
x
x(flower)xxxx
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xx
Violet
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Some Thanksgiving Thoughts...
Given the complications and triumphs of the romance between Georges and Violet (I guess I'm Violet the author now) I've been thinking about romantic love ... how unlikely it is, wondrous, foolish, impractical... even blind, perhaps... and yet, the evolving thread-dom(s) of Georges and Violet has kept alive for me some fragile notion of how two quite obviously imperfect souls somehow appear more perfect if only by virtue of their undying love for each other... or perhaps it is their love that is perfect, and that makes their differences as well as the obstacles that they face, both external and otherwise, seem less daunting somehow… So, here’s to Georges and Violet, and their wild and impossible and barely sustainable (given the incessant need for new material) romantic love… to me it's something to be thankful for... v.
… oh, good morning… Georges... my sweet… v i o l e t xxx
Given the complications and triumphs of the romance between Georges and Violet (I guess I'm Violet the author now) I've been thinking about romantic love ... how unlikely it is, wondrous, foolish, impractical... even blind, perhaps... and yet, the evolving thread-dom(s) of Georges and Violet has kept alive for me some fragile notion of how two quite obviously imperfect souls somehow appear more perfect if only by virtue of their undying love for each other... or perhaps it is their love that is perfect, and that makes their differences as well as the obstacles that they face, both external and otherwise, seem less daunting somehow… So, here’s to Georges and Violet, and their wild and impossible and barely sustainable (given the incessant need for new material) romantic love… to me it's something to be thankful for... v.
… oh, good morning… Georges... my sweet… v i o l e t xxx
Violet
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George.Wright
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Re: Colonial Suicide
Violet,
We are Bonnie and Clyde characters. Let's move to the 30's..........
Georges.
We are Bonnie and Clyde characters. Let's move to the 30's..........
Georges.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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... sweetheart, I'm just now stuffing this turkey (slaughtered in the background of that Palin clip)... (do wish you were here to partake)... any case, I will consider your request... great movie, by the way... but oh so violent, my dear knight... (here we go again)... looks like I'll need to keep my red lipstick look going too... but my hair can naturally do that thirties' wavy thing, conveniently enough...
... so back to you later on this, Sir Clyde... (hmm... did B. have a nickname for her sexy gangster lover? Clyde sounds just so formal...)... actually, you can be staking out some banks on your end... I'll bet that drunken little island of yours has some pretty easy scores (my sweet)...
'til later,
your bonnie v i o l e t flower....xxxxxx... (hmm... something tells me I should be trying to talk you out of these things, and yet, that's not really Bonnie's style I don't think... or was it?...???... have to re-watch that movie...)... (oh, but your thirties' gangster machine guns, Sir Clyde... you know I have a thing for them... sweetness... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...)
... so back to you later on this, Sir Clyde... (hmm... did B. have a nickname for her sexy gangster lover? Clyde sounds just so formal...)... actually, you can be staking out some banks on your end... I'll bet that drunken little island of yours has some pretty easy scores (my sweet)...
'til later,
your bonnie v i o l e t flower....xxxxxx... (hmm... something tells me I should be trying to talk you out of these things, and yet, that's not really Bonnie's style I don't think... or was it?...???... have to re-watch that movie...)... (oh, but your thirties' gangster machine guns, Sir Clyde... you know I have a thing for them... sweetness... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...)
Violet