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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you."
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:05, 5 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
they would SAY it. so it would be inherent.
muppet.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:07, Reply)
would need to be on paper even in script form to tell whoever was performing it where to place the punctuation.
Edit: The content's just whiny chick-lit, so I'd be in the eye-rolling brigade.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:09, Reply)
writing and theatre, right here. Scripts aren't big blocks of garble.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:11, Reply)
And place bets on where they turn blue and fall over
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:20, Reply)
on the punctuation, not the chick-lit thing.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:20, Reply)
a horrible play, but i thought this bit was nice. esp the bit about thinking i am rejecting you when i'm not rejecting you....... typical male/female miscommunication!
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:12, Reply)
my mrs always thinks I am angry, despite her having known me for a long time and being fully aware that my relaxed face is quite angry looking.
also I'm not sure I've ever actually been angry with her.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:15, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:18, Reply)
my uni mates discovered that (because I swear and insult people so much) they could tell when I was actually pissed off because it was the only time I would call someone a penis.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:21, Reply)
Therefore it wouldn't necessarily be male/female misunserstanding.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:15, Reply)
don't make me sigh with disappointment...
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:14, Reply)
This is the sort of chick-lit bollocks that women lap up in books and Richard Curtis films, but in real life women love arrogant bastards.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:19, Reply)
although there has to be substance to justify the arrogance.
otherwise they are just a bit twatty!
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:20, Reply)
that's what I tell myself anyway
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:24, Reply)
"Speak softly and carry a big stick"
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:26, Reply)
although in reality i'm a bit behind on my work
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:48, Reply)
thank goodness, it would be poorer without you!
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 16:01, Reply)
That's not romantic, just fucking creepy.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:12, Reply)
Because the last photo of you asleep came out badly
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:15, Reply)
there are some dodgy types about and no mistake.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:22, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:29, Reply)
where it goes "Your breasts your arse your
and sit ..."
Other than that it's utter tripe.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 15:14, Reply)
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