When that fat lady sings

Post by **mousey1** » June 29th, 2006, 7:05 pm

There are no friends no friends on line there are no
There are no friends no friends on line there are no
Sweet Illusions
could I climb into a shell stay nestled quietly there out of touch
out of reach
could I would I be missed
encapsulated egg head
misbegotten woebegone edginess cutting like ground glass
in a sandwich
chew
won't somebody
won't some body
fool
fool me into thinking I have a handle on horizons
a good grip on night dreams
ripped seams
buttons on the floor
no one gives a damn anymore
but then I know
I know
it's me
it's me
standing here
sitting here
writing here
hoping wishing some one
cares to read
the solitude
I smile
I smile at you
always smile
smile at you
heart
I should write songs
write songs about it
words just bad enough to be a hit
"Too bad I can't sing"
said the fat lady
I hope she learns

Post by **Doreen Peri** » June 29th, 2006, 7:23 pm

i give a damn
about friends and
though friendship can sometimes
end, mine won't, on or in line,
i stand firm, 'cause it's me,
it's me, though misbegotten with
an impermanent wave
and i save myself
every time
i read you.

Post by **mousey1** » June 30th, 2006, 11:10 am

save yourself
save yourself
and then, if you're not too too busy
save me too

Post by **mousey1** » June 30th, 2006, 11:11 am

When that fat lady sings
I'll come out dancing
She's practised all her life
pink pudgey cheeks glowing
She'll belt it out all right
She'll belt it out from lungs that have held their breath
for far too long
far too long

Sing lady
there is much to sing about

Life
it ain't no opera

Post by **stilltrucking** » June 30th, 2006, 12:21 pm

I know less than nothing about

“When I saw the fat lady I saw Jesus in disguise” jitterbug

He lets her in on a secret: the Fat Lady is "Christ Himself." This fills Franny with joy. Zooey says he can't speak anymore, and hangs up. Franny listens to the dial tone for a bit, then hangs up. She crawls into bed and smiles at the ceiling.

http://www.gradesaver.com/classicnotes/ ... tion8.html

There are no friends on line
Just a trick of the light
Silicon mirrors

In real life I play Zooey to my Franny
Believing in the magic of writing
and happy endings

I just come here to hide among the illusionary friends

mousey1 you my illusionary hero
my silicon sister
thank you

Post by **mousey1** » June 30th, 2006, 1:49 pm

Life ain't no opera
unless you count the soapy kind
the sudsy kind
as the world turns stomach churns kind

thank-you for your niceness

Post by **stilltrucking** » June 30th, 2006, 2:02 pm

Yes I am a hell of a nice guy. Even pelerine told me that.

I know all about opera,
The tenor wants to fuck the soprano but the baritone won’t let him.

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When that fat lady sings

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