Dearest Echoegami
"No one knows what a new born holds, but his mamma says he'll walk on water and wonder back home."
Dearest Echoegami,
I watched a porno last night. It was quite silly. I know, whata surprise, it’s porn. How impossible is it to shoot human sexuality and make it sexy? By the state of the porn out there, I’d have to say, puite imbossiple inpeep. So, why am I bringing this up? Well, you see, the guy in the porn, he had the most unappealing junk ever. Well, I guess I’m not much of an expert on boy meat, but I’d have to say that in my meager opineeeyon, it wins the prize for ugly junk. You see, he didn’t have any nutters. He just had this big brown wrinkly spot, and he was a white dude. So, anywhoodles, this dude was getting’ rammed by a chickadee with a prosthetic strap-on dingy that looked like it was made by Fisher Price (T), which he thurolly enjoyed, and I was thouroly amazed at (even though I can’t spell theroughly). The thing looked like it was gunna break off in his butt. Do I need to say, “OUCH”? I didn’t think so. Anywhatsits, I wanted to share this delightful experience with you to illustrate how amazed I am at your reply to my notso coy writin’s ‘bout you, and me, and the big maybe. The women (yes, the lucky bastard had two, although together they didn’t = one 10. Eek.) in the porno, they were completely in synch with this guy. It wasn’t sexy at all, but it was beautiful in kind of a hippydippy love in kinda way. And while watching it, I thought, shit, is that what I want? No. Not exactly. But I do want people who can go there, to those dark loving places, and help each other ride the tides of knowing. Y’know? To spelunk into the deepness, and dive the mines of our beings. I feel like you are one of those precious few who might get that, and I can’t fuck with that. Realizing a good friend is like uncovering a rare jewel.
I adore you and always have since the first moment I saw you. You are so right on, as much as I want to mash face and grope and then act like it never happened, I am afraid that one touch would echo through me like the little origami birds I see in your eyes. Shit, Bjork just came on 89.3. Ah! The irony! Okay, she shutup. Now, back to you. I’ve had the burn for your rub since the first moment I saw you. You have always been my number one Mpls fantasy girl, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but what the fuck. It’s just life. We can’t have everything we want. But I do hope I can have you as a friend. I don’t wanna fuck up, and loose this jewel I’ve uncovered, yet again! It would be shitty of me to do anything that would mess with you, your life, or your relationships. It just ain’t worth it. I’d sleep a lot better knowing that I have you as a friend to go out dancing with, than a quick night of pecking, and then the chickadee flies away. That is so ungratifying, and I swore I’d not do that again. Alas, if only I were less moral, I’d a grabbed your ass ages ago, but no, I gotta be one of the good guys. Sigh. Sex ain’t worth the angst. I love you Echoegami. I love your eyes. Your smile. Yer wicked ways of knowing. Every moment I’ve spent with you, I adore the memory. Are we meant for each other? I have no fucking clue. But if you’re ever free, even if I’m not, you had better give me a chance, or goddesses help me, I’ll haunt you in the ethers.
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Is there any advice you can give poor Phoenix? She seems to want my advice, but when I try and give it, she does the escargo and shrinks back in her shell. All I'm saying is, WRITING IS WREWRITING. I didn't invent that. It's the mantra of ever decent 21st century scribe I've ever had the pleasure of squawking with.
I know, it's been more than just word play. I've deen flirting mith the boor thing; shame on nastly little 'ol we, put I thought she coulb take it. And now, well, I think I need to stop. I can't be blaimed. She started it.
"I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night, I softly say, oh silent prayers, like dreamers do, when i fall asleep to dreams, my dreams of you..."
Dearest Echoegami,
I watched a porno last night. It was quite silly. I know, whata surprise, it’s porn. How impossible is it to shoot human sexuality and make it sexy? By the state of the porn out there, I’d have to say, puite imbossiple inpeep. So, why am I bringing this up? Well, you see, the guy in the porn, he had the most unappealing junk ever. Well, I guess I’m not much of an expert on boy meat, but I’d have to say that in my meager opineeeyon, it wins the prize for ugly junk. You see, he didn’t have any nutters. He just had this big brown wrinkly spot, and he was a white dude. So, anywhoodles, this dude was getting’ rammed by a chickadee with a prosthetic strap-on dingy that looked like it was made by Fisher Price (T), which he thurolly enjoyed, and I was thouroly amazed at (even though I can’t spell theroughly). The thing looked like it was gunna break off in his butt. Do I need to say, “OUCH”? I didn’t think so. Anywhatsits, I wanted to share this delightful experience with you to illustrate how amazed I am at your reply to my notso coy writin’s ‘bout you, and me, and the big maybe. The women (yes, the lucky bastard had two, although together they didn’t = one 10. Eek.) in the porno, they were completely in synch with this guy. It wasn’t sexy at all, but it was beautiful in kind of a hippydippy love in kinda way. And while watching it, I thought, shit, is that what I want? No. Not exactly. But I do want people who can go there, to those dark loving places, and help each other ride the tides of knowing. Y’know? To spelunk into the deepness, and dive the mines of our beings. I feel like you are one of those precious few who might get that, and I can’t fuck with that. Realizing a good friend is like uncovering a rare jewel.
I adore you and always have since the first moment I saw you. You are so right on, as much as I want to mash face and grope and then act like it never happened, I am afraid that one touch would echo through me like the little origami birds I see in your eyes. Shit, Bjork just came on 89.3. Ah! The irony! Okay, she shutup. Now, back to you. I’ve had the burn for your rub since the first moment I saw you. You have always been my number one Mpls fantasy girl, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but what the fuck. It’s just life. We can’t have everything we want. But I do hope I can have you as a friend. I don’t wanna fuck up, and loose this jewel I’ve uncovered, yet again! It would be shitty of me to do anything that would mess with you, your life, or your relationships. It just ain’t worth it. I’d sleep a lot better knowing that I have you as a friend to go out dancing with, than a quick night of pecking, and then the chickadee flies away. That is so ungratifying, and I swore I’d not do that again. Alas, if only I were less moral, I’d a grabbed your ass ages ago, but no, I gotta be one of the good guys. Sigh. Sex ain’t worth the angst. I love you Echoegami. I love your eyes. Your smile. Yer wicked ways of knowing. Every moment I’ve spent with you, I adore the memory. Are we meant for each other? I have no fucking clue. But if you’re ever free, even if I’m not, you had better give me a chance, or goddesses help me, I’ll haunt you in the ethers.
8 ItMetIs
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Script
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V
Is there any advice you can give poor Phoenix? She seems to want my advice, but when I try and give it, she does the escargo and shrinks back in her shell. All I'm saying is, WRITING IS WREWRITING. I didn't invent that. It's the mantra of ever decent 21st century scribe I've ever had the pleasure of squawking with.
I know, it's been more than just word play. I've deen flirting mith the boor thing; shame on nastly little 'ol we, put I thought she coulb take it. And now, well, I think I need to stop. I can't be blaimed. She started it.
"I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night, I softly say, oh silent prayers, like dreamers do, when i fall asleep to dreams, my dreams of you..."
posted by iTWiTiS | 10:55:00 AM
9 Comments:
number one in the whole city, huh? it prods me to ask, but i won't, who your number ones are in all the other cities of the world. yes i am wicked, i know.
as to spying through the veil you tried to shroud your feelings in, yes, an open weave such as yours leaves windows open for spying. and i am your voyeur.
porn is always silly. but boys, and a few girls, seem to need it. it has sadly never excited me. i'm too emotional and porn never stirs that, except occasionally some laughter at the mechanization of the act.
i'm jealous of those who find release in porn, i can't. but the bitterest of all? my boyfriend prefers it to me. when my daughter has left the house i think i will be done with boyfriends and go back to only having lovers. i was happiest then.
if you are still around at that time i will certainly call on you first if i haven't already before then. and believe me, i've been sorely tempted. what would you do, i wonder, if i acted upon my baser instincts?
oh, and as to advice for phoenix, yes i agree. writing is rewriting. if she can't hear criticism from a friend to hear it from a stranger will crush her.
i still rewrite pieces i've considered done in the past. i polish a bit here and there. i write by the mantra "omit needless words!"
and lastly, if she started it the blame does not lay on your shoulders. she must swallow what she bites at and if she should find she's bit too much she must chew it well and learn to stretch her limits, or limit her bites.
19 hours and shunned already. itfickwitles. i wanted to catch up on reading you today at lunch--i snuck on early and--well, *sniff*.
i appreciate the attentions you've given my words, i try to repay in kind.
i've learned to let evaluations of my person roll off like water, but alas, i'm not waterproof.
you are both evidently talented and i'd like to know and learn from each of you in kind.
echoegami speaks of "elements". should i adopt a mantra, that would be mine as well.
love be with you.
god i love you. maybe i'm octopisexual? and if you got baser, i'd probably crumble and transform into IL T'Nerb! My sexy Italian ulter ego. It's a amazing. I instantly grow a handle bar mustache, and get transhyptnaughtyic powers, so watch it, girly.
is that what you were fishin' for when you asked what was on my mind?
dang, girl. i hope i'm never so lame as to abandon you for porn and d&d. eee gadzooks.
And, yeppers, I agree on the Phoenix thing. I like her lots, and all I know is her writing. It's like a butterfly coming out of its cuccoon, and if I try and help with anything but the most delicae coaching, I could kill it. Ug & pheazants. What to do? I'd love to keep quibbling, but, work calls.
I ADORE YOU ∞LY.
㊚ + ㊛ = 火
& 2 phoen8x, i say, we love thee too, and no shunning has been dunning. embracing, and tickling maybe, but you are nay shunned from we.
i^n7!
oh, and i love bein' called itfickwitles, but wha' duh zit mean?
~Itwasn'tItles
Phoenix, you are, oh, so adorable. i finally got your post, and i think this one is coming second, but i hope you read it first so here it is and i'll try and send it to you other ways too, so i hope you get it and don't hate me for such a darned silly run on sentence, sheeeshers!
don't think me fickle. i'm a heady boy. i fall in
fantasy too quick, as i assume by our transactions you do too. i have loved
our quibbles, but tend to get disgruntled at times when i write for someone,
and don't get the responses i'm looking for, again, i think you are somehow
as guilty as i am. no? there is no practical way for us to have much more
than we have already been having, so i'm willing to continue, but i'm not sure
where it will go. i swear to gawd, no matter how you read my words, i only
mean them in the most loving way. piss is pissy, just as vinnegar smells
vinny: meaning: good relationships include laughter, anger, and tears. open
your wells, sweetcheeks, you gotta know that the world can handle a few
more tears. i know, i'm one to talk. you see? were both guilty the same.
keep sinning.
you and i are a griffin & sabine.
this is rare.
treat the act of writing as sacred, not the words themselves. it is
the process
that will set you free. walk the road. but find new ways of same
the simplest
things, and you will gift the world anew.
ah, men!
oh, and i'm pissed you haven't found the real me yet. shit. i've given you
enough clues to have you stalking me right now. ug. this was supposed to
be so anonymouse.
yuv to you and yours.
~Itwittwiddle
phoenix
you've certainly given me no reason to shun you. please never think that i have. please also never think that a critique of your words is a critique on you. as one insecure writer to another, baby steps! let us cat-lick your skin 'till it glistens w/ a strong and glossy sheen.
itwitis - did i ask you what was on your mind? did i ask over nachos? in my defense i was distracted and don't remember, but i could guess at the answer now.
Baby steps it will be! And a licking will do me good, I'm sure.
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