How Ive waited for you to come Ive been here all alone Now that youve arrived Please stay a while And I promise I wont keep you long Ill keep you forever]
Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies [sings appease] the means Provoking images delicate features so smooth A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon
Dance with the dead in my dreams Listen to their hallowed screams The dead have taken my soul Temptations lost all control
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes Lose all mind control rationale declines Empty eyes enslave the creations Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
In the depths of a mind insane Fantasy and reality are the same
Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means Incised members ornaments on my being Adulating the skin before me
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes Lose all mind control rationale declines Empty eyes enslave the creations Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
Dance with the dead in my dreams [hello? hello mr gein? ] Listen to their hollowed screams [mr gein? ] The dead have taken my soul [lemme out of here mr gein] Temptations lost all control [mr gein? I dont wanna play anymore Mr gein] [dance with the dead in my dreams [mr gein, its not any fun anymore,] Listen to their hollowed screams [i dont want to play anymore mr gein] The dead have taken my soul [mr gein? lemme out of here mr gein] Temptations lost all control] [lemme out, lemmmmeee oouuuuuuttt!!]
About 1990, I looked out the back slider and noticed that the sunflowers were bobbing up and down. I took a second look and realized there was a parrot on one of the sunflowers trying to get at the seeds. One of the biggest mistakes of my life was grabbing a fishing net and catching the damn thing. Heck, I wanted to be a pirate as a kid and every good pirate has a parrot on his shoulder. It bonded with my wife and hates me - I mean HATES ME! The feeling is mutual. It chases me if it's out and I come in the room. A good example is that one time it launched at me from it's perch and managed to grab my upper lip, with his little feet frantically trying find a perch on my chin and his wings flapping. I grabbed him off and threw him across the room and he came back after me. I have a mustache so I don't know if there's a scar there or not but it bleed. I felt like I was in some grade 'b' drive-in movie kinda like "The Birds". Of course, during the whole thing my wife is in hysterics laughing. Big help she is and she said it was my own fault because I'd had a bit more rum than I should have and was teasing the spawn of satan. Another time, he waited for me to come back into the room. As I came in, he ran at me and ended up upside down with his feet grabbing each leg of my sweats about knee high and lunging at my crotch. Why is he still with us - because my wife loves him and after damn near 35 years of marriage, I just roll over like a cur dog when she scratches my belly.
If you can teach it to bark, Victoria will come over from England in her Jag and set it straight.
It won't bark but it does have a croak that sounds like my wife yelling "Chuck" if I'm outside or in the shop. So, being an attentive husband, i dutifully quit what I'm doing and run to see what the light of my life wants only to find out it's the frickin' parrot. I hate that bird.
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Thanks Bryon! Pretty good stuff there... Jason really spruced it up with his story. Doesn't a thread have to be at least 25 pages to make it to the PP Hall of Shame though?
Registered: 03/08/99
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Loc: Seattle, Washington USA
I don't see it on this thread to be in the Classics...it's too short, and while a couple of the posts are extraordinarily good, it's 99% fluff...well, all the threads are 99% fluff, but if we can rack 'em up to 15 or 20 pages, then there's plenty of wheat amongst the chaff...