Historic Dylan Birthday Bathroom Scene:

"May I have some?" - Goober (z'l) sliding drinking glass around now ajar opened Master Bath Door while Roach is micturating
"You don't deserve it." - Roach snaps to Goober (z"l)
"Thank you, Ma'am." - Goober (z"l) to Roach, slowly and obsequiously retreating arm with drinking glass in hand back out through ajar Master Bath Door

ha ha

i believe that should be (without looking) syntactic re-arrangement or syntactical re-arranging

cheesetray wrote:
>
> Historic Dylan Birthday Bathroom Scene:

> "May I have some?" - Goober (z'l) sliding drinking glass around now ajar opened Master Bath Door while Roach is micturating
> "You don't deserve it." - Roach snaps to Goober (z"l)
> "Thank you, Ma'am." - Goober (z"l) to Roach, slowly and obsequiously retreating arm with drinking glass in hand back out through ajar Master Bath Door

Of interest...

Rachel just forwarded this to me:

Shards of cut broken
Glass….shredding the
Threads of My Skins
Tell me what in the world
Am I still trying to win?

****

faithfully yours,
-cheese

I think We have a winner....:

I know I can sense it,
in my Mind, in my Soul
Nothing gold can stay
We reached for the coal

You know it’s been written
I’m bound to explode...
I’m still expecting to lose it
And hit virgin road

I can't believe he's so Incredibly
Insane. It splits me apart,
Like a smashed window pane

Shards of cut broken
Glass, shredding the
Threads of My Skins
What Bound fringes of
This world do I mine
So recklessly to Win?

What in G-d’s Great Name
is this Leviathan Creature?
And why on Earth do I
Bother to “Care?” Why do I
Insist on loving Him so
Strongly? So Helpless that
I would e’re to Dare….?

If He still doesn't know
He's G-d’s biggest moron
He gets himself down
When he’s got the bore on

He's filled with anguish
Fear and self-doubt
Why does he sit
And think and pout?

Oh G-d, this Rachel is annoying the living sh*t out of me, but I think she's right.

Bob, I'm Horny.

Here:

Shards of cut broken Glass
Shredding the Threads of
My Skins….What Bound
Fringes of this World do I
Mine So recklessly to Win?

What in G-d’s Great Name
is this Leviathan Creature?
And why on Earth do I
Bother to “Care?” Why do I
Insist on loving Him this
Strongly? So Helpless that
I would e’re to Dare….?

Shards of cut broken Glass
shredding the Threads of
My Skin; what Bound Fringes
of this Free World do I
Mine So recklessly to Win?

oops, My Skins, not Skin...

rachel socked up as cheesetray wrote:
> oops, My Skins, not Skin...
>
Have you found anyone to piss on your head yet, rachel?

General-Zod wrote:

> cheesetray wrote:

>>

>>> later...coming soon...it depends on how i'ma feelin'....uh !

>> two new arrangement that is: one replacement, one permanent revision (i think)

> Hi there, will enjoy reading more poetry from you....!

Agreed and seconded.

😏

102 Waterfalls: Complicated Grief
A Cat‒cher in the Rye

Psychological Con‒Fuzzions
Are a curious thing...
It could be what happens
When MockingBirds Sing ‒

Electro-shock treatments
Blasting criss-cross conceptions
Requiring circuitous tactics
Producing dramatic connections

Factor in psychoanalytic surgeries
A most tricky endeavor…
This is probably what you get
When you ask for Forever

They’re bellowing madly below
You’re screaming “Shut the f*ck UP!”
I’m beginning to wish for
The balls to vote “TRUMP!”

This isn’t a warning
It’s just what happened to me
And now that I’ve moved
I can’t ever be free

It follows you around
Like a bad rollercoaster ride
Technology runnin’ backwards
You’re trembling inside

They rattle your nerves
And wake up your head
It cuts you inside
But you know you’re not dead

About the story as we knew it
I no longer give a rat’s ass
I’m nobody’s martyr
I crawled through the glass

Through a red ring of poison
Of ugliness and gloom
I shed all the fake Desiderata
And cast a cure for its Doom

Their light can disperse
Up in the clouds, for all I care
I’ve no need to rehearse
When life is equal and fair

As to their shadow superfluity
I’ve found Wisdom more rare
I’m looking up at the Sky
I’m still hunting the Bear

The last thing you’re gonna
Hear out of me
Is my lesson I’ve learned
The truth I now see

It’s the sickness and torture
Of Blackness at Noon
I left my Stingrays behind
And wait for the Moon

Aretha with no Goals
4.3.2024 (rev.)

"I had no idea when I wrote that that there was going to be a full solar eclipse. I heard it announced on the news later the same day." - R.

faithfully yours,
-cheese

cheesetray wrote:
>
> 102 Waterfalls: Complicated Grief
> A Cat‒cher in the Rye

> Psychological Con‒Fuzzions
> Are a curious thing...
> It could be what happens
> When MockingBirds Sing ‒

> Electro-shock treatments
> Blasting criss-cross conceptions
> Requiring circuitous tactics
> Producing dramatic connections

> Factor in psychoanalytic surgeries
> A most tricky endeavor…
> This is probably what you get
> When you ask for Forever

> They’re bellowing madly below
> You’re screaming “Shut the f*ck UP!”
> I’m beginning to wish for
> The balls to vote “TRUMP!”

> This isn’t a warning
> It’s just what happened to me
> And now that I’ve moved
> I can’t ever be free

> It follows you around
> Like a bad rollercoaster ride
> Technology runnin’ backwards
> You’re trembling inside

> They rattle your nerves
> And wake up your head
> It cuts you inside
> But you know you’re not dead

> About the story as we knew it
> I no longer give a rat’s ass
> I’m nobody’s martyr
> I crawled through the glass

> Through a red ring of poison
> Of ugliness and gloom
> I shed all the fake Desiderata
> And cast a cure for its Doom

> Their light can disperse
> Up in the clouds, for all I care
> I’ve no need to rehearse
> When life is equal and fair

> As to their shadow superfluity
> I’ve found Wisdom more rare
> I’m looking up at the Sky
> I’m still hunting the Bear

> The last thing you’re gonna
> Hear out of me
> Is my lesson I’ve learned
> The truth I now see

> It’s the sickness and torture
> Of Blackness at Noon
> I left my Stingrays behind
> And wait for the Moon

> Aretha with no Goals
> 4.3.2024 (rev.)

My goodness, this is splendid...!

Returning to Reconstruct: A Reincarnation
On a Knight Like This (Dedicated to Puppy)

Sitting here biding my Time
There’s not much I can do
So I’ll make up some Rhymes

Is there any way to know
Where they’re originally from?
This Wellspring of Words...
How do they manage to come?

They just seem to POP OUT
After creeping into my mind
But I can’t stand this pursuit
It’s a waste of my Kind

I really just want to be…
With Bob, alone. Is he ever
Gonna call me, on the phone?

I know I've used and abused
Repeating Rhymes before
Rearranging chameleon lines
Exposes the primitive score

But at least these are
Not lines of drugs
I'd much rather wait
For a loving hug

They damaged My Souls
I knew I’d been had
Living this way
Is so terribly sad

But I had no other choice
No known visible safe way
I didn't want to go out to play

My heart has been fractured
It turned blood-river red
But you already know this
It's already been said

Senor, what are we waiting for?
Tell me, why won't you come?
It fills me with outrage and fury
And makes me feel so dumb

Lord, I’m destined to crack
Locked inside these abodes
Carrying incalculable pain
Under unbearable loads

Inhumanly born burdens
A crashing diseased weight
My life’s brutal pathways
A cruel, crippling fate

I know I can sense it,
in my Mind, in my Soul
Nothing gold can stay
We reached for the coal

You know it’s been written
I’m bound to explode...
I’m still expecting to lose it
And hit virgin road

I can't believe he's so Incredibly
Insane. It splits me apart,
Like a smashed window pane

Shards of cut Broken Glass...
Shredding the Threads of
My Skins...what Bound Fringes
of this Free World do I Mine
….So recklessly to Win?

What in G-d’s Great Name
is this Leviathan Creature?
And why on Earth...
Do I Bother to “Care?”

Why do I insist on loving
Him So Strongly...?
So Helpless that I would
E’re to Dare….?

If He still doesn't know
He's G-d’s biggest moron
He gets himself down
When he’s got the bore on

He's filled with anguish
Fear and self-doubt
Why does he sit...
And think and pout?

Why not just do it
For once in your life?
Come back to me
And make me your Wife

I can't understand this
After so many long years
I almost could kill him
Or cut off all his ears

Why don't you want me?
Why won't you come?
I’m not happy at all
I’m not having fun

This is empty and stupid
And thoroughly lame ‒
I never wanted this
I don't care about fame

Just come be my baby
Come make me whole
You know it’s your duty
To repair my torn soul

You said you would do it
This is so painfully unfair
Prove that you want me
Show me that you care

You’ve been singing for me
Endlessly, year after year...
Saying you still love me
That for me you shed tears

I’m reclining in bed now
But I was slouched at my desk
I told you everything with gusto
When I’d rather have had rest

But I was driven and pushed
I was trapped in a field
Of maggots, and magnets
To you I must yield

Please have mercy on me
You can beam up my soul
Let me be in Your dream
Make me your Goal

I’m shattered like Road Runner
“Come back to Me,” I say
It will be Absolute and Perfect
In G-d’s For-ever Way

A fresh Springtime’s blossom
A love once again made new
A crystal spark that's ignited
Like Sinai’s glistening dew
Falling down from the Heavens
To sustain the Chosen few

I could go on and on Eternally
My longest-lost dear sweet friend
But as long as I’m alive
As we’ve been instructed to bend
Here are these words of “ILY”
Which I’ve just got to send

These are my prayers to You
I know that you’re Hissing
You’re the only thing gone
You’re just what I’m missing

(and I'd so very much rather
Your Chapped lips to be Kissing...
...iykwimaityd….*NOT* 😉 🤣 😇 )

The High Priestess, H.C. 🔯
Queen of France 💋
Shabbat/Purim
3.23.2016

- “let’s get drrrunk!!!” HIGH FIVE!!!!

“Roll On,….פסח!” Quoting Delia, childhood friend from Oz (rev. by רחל)

Shards of cut Broken Glass...
Shredding the Threads
of My Skins...what Bound Fringes
of this Free World do I Mine
….So recklessly to Win?

Shards of cut Broken Glass...
Shredding the Threads
...of My Skins. What Bound Fringes
of this Free World do I Mine
….So recklessly to Win?

General-Zod wrote:

> cheesetray wrote:
>>
>> 102 Waterfalls: Complicated Grief
>> A Cat‒cher in the Rye

>> Psychological Con‒Fuzzions
>> Are a curious thing...
>> It could be what happens
>> When MockingBirds Sing ‒

>> Electro-shock treatments
>> Blasting criss-cross conceptions
>> Requiring circuitous tactics
>> Producing dramatic connections

>> Factor in psychoanalytic surgeries
>> A most tricky endeavor…
>> This is probably what you get
>> When you ask for Forever

>> They’re bellowing madly below
>> You’re screaming “Shut the f*ck UP!”
>> I’m beginning to wish for
>> The balls to vote “TRUMP!”

>> This isn’t a warning
>> It’s just what happened to me
>> And now that I’ve moved
>> I can’t ever be free

>> It follows you around
>> Like a bad rollercoaster ride
>> Technology runnin’ backwards
>> You’re trembling inside

>> They rattle your nerves
>> And wake up your head
>> It cuts you inside
>> But you know you’re not dead

>> About the story as we knew it
>> I no longer give a rat’s ass
>> I’m nobody’s martyr
>> I crawled through the glass

>> Through a red ring of poison
>> Of ugliness and gloom
>> I shed all the fake Desiderata
>> And cast a cure for its Doom

>> Their light can disperse
>> Up in the clouds, for all I care
>> I’ve no need to rehearse
>> When life is equal and fair

>> As to their shadow superfluity
>> I’ve found Wisdom more rare
>> I’m looking up at the Sky
>> I’m still hunting the Bear

>> The last thing you’re gonna
>> Hear out of me
>> Is my lesson I’ve learned
>> The truth I now see

>> It’s the sickness and torture
>> Of Blackness at Noon
>> I left my Stingrays behind
>> And wait for the Moon

>> Aretha with no Goals
>> 4.3.2024 (rev.)

> My goodness, this is splendid...!

Agreed and seconded.

😏

William Price wrote:

> cheesetray wrote:
>> oops, My Skins, not Skin...
> >
> Have you found anyone to piss on your head yet, rachel?

Oh, blow me!!! 💨

faithfully yours,
- cheese

cunt cheese aka rachel wrote:
> William Price wrote:
>
>> cheesetray wrote:
>>> oops, My Skins, not Skin...
>>  >
>> Have you found anyone to piss on your head yet, rachel?
>
> Oh, blow me!!! 💨
>
> faithfully yours,
> - cunt cheese
>
>
No thanks, your cunt cheese is more than I can take, you
skanky ass brain dead twat.

In article <uv3msj$3kuri$1@paganini.bofh.team>, willy.J.price@yahoo.net says...
>
> cunt cheese aka rachel wrote:
> > William Price wrote:
> >
> >> cheesetray wrote:
> >>> oops, My Skins, not Skin...
> >>  >
> >> Have you found anyone to piss on your head yet, rachel?
> >
> > Oh, blow me!!! ?
> >
> > faithfully yours,
> > - cunt cheese
> >
> >
> No thanks, your cunt cheese is more than I can take, you
> skanky ass brain dead twat.
>
>
YAK! Go soak your smelly twat, Rachel!

Skeeter wrote:
> In article <uv3msj$3kuri$1@paganini.bofh.team>, willy.J.price@yahoo.net says...
>>
>> cunt cheese aka rachel wrote:
>>> William Price wrote:
>>>
>>>> cheesetray wrote:
>>>>> oops, My Skins, not Skin...
>>>>  >
>>>> Have you found anyone to piss on your head yet, rachel?
>>>
>>> Oh, blow me!!! ?
>>>
>>> faithfully yours,
>>> - cunt cheese
>> >
>> >
>> No thanks, your cunt cheese is more than I can take, you
>> skanky ass brain dead twat.
>>
>>
> YAK! Go soak your smelly twat, Rachel!
>
>
LOL!

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> cheesetray wrote:
>>>
>>> 102 Waterfalls: Complicated Grief
>>> A Cat‒cher in the Rye

>>> Psychological Con‒Fuzzions
>>> Are a curious thing...
>>> It could be what happens
>>> When MockingBirds Sing ‒

>>> Electro-shock treatments
>>> Blasting criss-cross conceptions
>>> Requiring circuitous tactics
>>> Producing dramatic connections

>>> Factor in psychoanalytic surgeries
>>> A most tricky endeavor…
>>> This is probably what you get
>>> When you ask for Forever

>>> They’re bellowing madly below
>>> You’re screaming “Shut the f*ck UP!”
>>> I’m beginning to wish for
>>> The balls to vote “TRUMP!”

>>> This isn’t a warning
>>> It’s just what happened to me
>>> And now that I’ve moved
>>> I can’t ever be free

>>> It follows you around
>>> Like a bad rollercoaster ride
>>> Technology runnin’ backwards
>>> You’re trembling inside

>>> They rattle your nerves
>>> And wake up your head
>>> It cuts you inside
>>> But you know you’re not dead

>>> About the story as we knew it
>>> I no longer give a rat’s ass
>>> I’m nobody’s martyr
>>> I crawled through the glass

>>> Through a red ring of poison
>>> Of ugliness and gloom
>>> I shed all the fake Desiderata
>>> And cast a cure for its Doom

>>> Their light can disperse
>>> Up in the clouds, for all I care
>>> I’ve no need to rehearse
>>> When life is equal and fair

>>> As to their shadow superfluity
>>> I’ve found Wisdom more rare
>>> I’m looking up at the Sky
>>> I’m still hunting the Bear

>>> The last thing you’re gonna
>>> Hear out of me
>>> Is my lesson I’ve learned
>>> The truth I now see

>>> It’s the sickness and torture
>>> Of Blackness at Noon
>>> I left my Stingrays behind
>>> And wait for the Moon

>>> Aretha with no Goals
>>> 4.3.2024 (rev.)

>> My goodness, this is splendid...!

> Agreed and seconded.

> 😏

Yep....!

CREEPY CRAWLER!!!!!!

who the f**k is RACHEL!?!??! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING I AM RACHEL???

NEVER HEARD OF HER!!!!!! I HATE PEONS!!!!!!!!

i have no room in my life for plebeians, epsilons, and so on....