I am positng this in seperate posts. you’ll find out why if you look for my recent post in the pit.
The river that is my thoughts burst it’s banks today and spilled this [the quote part of this post] into a newsgroup. I felt like spilling it here too. It’s the latter half of a post about remembering dreams in alt.dreams.lucid
I masked the swearwords in the original, but here I will free them - the sdmb is soo liberating, we can swear til the cows come home…
And that’s the whole post. I am sorry I had to post it in bits rather than wait, but I am a compulsive sod. And this particular thing couldn’t wait.
I feel your pain, lobley. Here’s wishing hopless romatics everywhere a new spring in their stride.
God damn Gaudere’s Law !
If one were hopless, mo’ betta spring in the feet would be precisely what one needed!
You float around on a cloud of heartfelt desire, lobley.
No, my dear Tansu, no.
Hopless romantics just need to drink more beer, that’s all.
Just for clarification. He is hopless but I couldn’t spell ‘romantics’.
BTW lobley, IMHO the gap between 23 and 18 is nothing to be concerned about. Except that she’ll still run rings around you, but that’s just the stuff of heterosexual life.
Or go to more 50s high school dance parties.
…and I couldn’t read that you couldn’t spell “romantics”. I must be running Typo Filter 4.5 - “Masks Teh Tyops Ohter Filters Leave Behind”