Art of Crochet is a collection of crochet couture patterns that will knock your socks right off (and give you the chance to stitch them back on again).
These are new kinds of skirts. As a male, they throw you. I like this one, like the other one even more. Booty-grabular. Except I almost changed my mind. Then I changed it back. This is new work.
no answerseris_devoteeOctober 4 2004, 10:27:45 UTC
but a fleshing out. not identity... more like character.
I'd like to think we were friends, but I can't, considering. But I'd like to. I'd like to think one day you would eat my faerie food and get caught in the land of le fey for a year and a day, or wrap your head in a hat I stitched while thinking good thoughts about you.
I have a lot of fire, but I'm made of metal, earth, solid. These things... you are all air, all air, just a thought. But you aren't really all air, and so that hat and head I might imagine are all wrong and the stitches wouldn't be the right ones. I would use the wrong spices in the soup.
So the rUles hAve changed for CONcrete thinKers eh?rosetta__stoneNovember 27 2004, 08:43:43 UTC
Face the troll and log his comments. Then we can "dismiss" his clownish antics because he's a snobby whitebread type who lives in CONecticut and we all get what we want right?
Bah I liked it better when Rule 4 was don't mug the audience. It was fun to mUg your brain and see if you could fend me oFF with youR insiPid aPeeL to ethics, but I'm supposed to be avoiding this "plaCe" these dAze(:
Re: So the rUles hAve changed for CONcrete thinKers eh?eris_devoteeNovember 27 2004, 09:43:47 UTC
what am I missing? are you sincerely peeved?
are you going somewhere?
and damn, yo, I am the girl from the wrong side with the wrong nose, and I didn't know nuthin about nuthin (about no mexico...). twas the world that taught me which people wanted me in what place.
it's no accident I talked dirty to rich suburban white men and got off every time while I thought about their prudish wives and the cash in my purse. I know that my trip -- I'll admit it bias. The humor is too funny, the jokes too wonderful, to give it up.
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well if i cant fetishSIZE those fries 4u, can i interest
you in some tater tots,
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Some of the most enlightening stuff ccjohn has spewed was lodged there.
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The motel served its purpose. The roaches went, they didn't come out. But I don't imagine you could begin to guess what I might mean by that.
I've tried to tell you my interest in this was limited. You never did seem to believe me.
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do you think there is some glamour that would dissipate?
my paws.
if we meet pretend it isn't you. but before you leave, tell me the password. if you remember it.
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But i saw you first
What kind of answers are you interested in me "offering"
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I'd like to think we were friends, but I can't, considering. But I'd like to. I'd like to think one day you would eat my faerie food and get caught in the land of le fey for a year and a day, or wrap your head in a hat I stitched while thinking good thoughts about you.
I have a lot of fire, but I'm made of metal, earth, solid. These things... you are all air, all air, just a thought. But you aren't really all air, and so that hat and head I might imagine are all wrong and the stitches wouldn't be the right ones. I would use the wrong spices in the soup.
I care a lot, or not at all. Usually not at all.
Your turn.
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I'm hunting wabbits, ya see.
cuz (s)he's late, (s)he's late, for a very important date, woohoo, heehee, haha, hoho, (s)he's late, (s)he's late, (s)he's late...
You can call me shirley, just don't call me late for dinner.
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Then we can "dismiss" his clownish antics because he's a snobby whitebread type who lives in CONecticut and we all get what we want right?
Bah
I liked it better when Rule 4 was don't mug the audience.
It was fun to mUg your brain and see if you could fend me oFF with youR insiPid aPeeL to ethics, but I'm supposed to be avoiding this "plaCe" these dAze(:
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are you going somewhere?
and damn, yo, I am the girl from the wrong side with the wrong nose, and I didn't know nuthin about nuthin (about no mexico...). twas the world that taught me which people wanted me in what place.
it's no accident I talked dirty to rich suburban white men and got off every time while I thought about their prudish wives and the cash in my purse. I know that my trip -- I'll admit it bias. The humor is too funny, the jokes too wonderful, to give it up.
ethics? you have ethics?
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