On Fri, 10 Oct 2008 13:04:24 -0700, Mephistopheles wrote
(in article <4adve4plng1l1i7q99bf2l75ro4rmtskla@4ax.com>):
> On 10 Oct 2008 12:50:01 -0500, Jerry <invalid@mail.com> wrote:
>
>> mikey dee <aamichaellg@gmail.com> wrote in
>> news:p6uue4dg659ahtp9m8qakbodfuusvl2vn8@4ax.com:
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>
> Ye gods!
>
> I stagger moon-struck & witless out of one crazy thread only to wake
> up in a catatonic stupor in a worse. Have I eaten of the insane root
> that takes the reason prisoner? Have all the icebergs already melted
> as foretold? Will the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green
> one red? Has one duvet opened up & swallowed all the other duvets in
> the washing machine, & left me wandering like a banshee in
> No-man's-land? Have I fallen through a Worm-hole out of the Fort?
>
> I must get me to an apothecary for these latest pills of mine have
> assuredly been fallaciously prescribed.
>
> Sancta Maria, Mater Dei.....Veni, salva me
>
> Hallo! Hallo! Is there anyone there? Can you hear me? Ring your
> leper's bell but keep your distance........Hallo.......Pffffft!
>
> I want my mummy...I want my mummy.........Splattttttt!
Days of 1903
I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost....
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....
I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.
Constantine P. Cavafy (1917)
Ah yes, those lips....
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