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allyn Member	posted 06-22-2001 10:58 AM auspicious beanbag vodka eggplant sinister embrace canary hairspray bikini whisper enjoy! IP: Logged
tourist Junior Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:15 AM I once knew a kid who liked to spit on himself. People would see him do this and he would just stare at them. I asked him once if he had any other habits that were similar to this spitting thing and he said no. I asked him why he did it and he just looked at me, stared at me as if he was confused or disgruntled by what I had asked. He then began to grimace and looked as if he was attemping to lift something heavy, but he wasn't holding anything. Actually, his hands were in his pockets! So, I ask him if he is alright and if he needs any help and with in that moment his faced relaxed and he replied that he did not need any help. As he began to explain to me why he spit on himself I started to notice a horrible stench. It wasn't there a minute ago. It was as if somebody had come by and wiped some feces on my upper lip. I don't know what it was and I didn't stick around to find out. I still don't know why that guy spits on himself. IP: Logged
kit Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:18 AM tourists just don't get it. where's 2Q? IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:21 AM quote: auspicious - done beanbag - done vodka - done eggplant - done sinister - done embrace - done canary - done hairspray - done bikini - done whisper - done It's amazing what can be considered sinister these days. Miranda of course is thinking about her mother's latest hate-crime of no internet access. The thought of the deceased goldfish, Peanut, is the furthest thing from her mind. She puts on her bikini to traverse outside into the sun to try and enjoy her imprisonment of house arrest. She wonders what her punishment might have been if it had been an animal of greater lung capacity that had died, something like a canary. For a split second, she wonders if she could sell her little brother to splunkers - if he dies in the caves, oh well. At least the cavemen will know it's time to leave. A whisper of a breeze strikes her stomach as she steps onto the patio in front of the pool. Miranda runs her hands through her chestnut hair, disentangling the hairspray coated threads of her mane. She looks over the fence and sees Casey from the house nextdoor staring at her from his bedroom window. She smiles at the rememberance of kissing him on the beanbag chair, the one with the stuffing falling out of it, in their basement. She thrusts out her chest slightly as she saunters over to the chaise lounge by the deep end of the breeze brushed pool. Miranda looks at a glass left by the edge of the pool. A lone lime floats in some clear liquid, most likely vodka from one of her mother's binges. Who does she think she's kidding, just because she drinks on the patio instead of in the house these days, doesn't mean there isn't a drinking problem anymore. The eggplant colored reflection of her bikini shimmers off the swells of the pool as she feels the sun embrace her limbs. She managed to have a fairly auspicious day before being confined to her stucco walls of seclusion after school hours. Miranda suns while her mind recounts the day's tally of successes: Jamie is no longer speaking to Lloyd because of the note she found in her locker; Kelly is upset with Gary for cancelling their date for tonight, all because Gary heard a rumour about Kelly and Lloyd; plus Donna is refusing to let go of her crush on Damon because she now thinks he isn't gay after all. Not bad for a day's work in Miranda's life. And if Casey keeps watching from his bedroom window, the day may prove to be adventurous, as well as auspicious. ____________________ t y p o s s u c k . . . [This message has been edited by 2Questionable (edited 06-22-2001).] IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:23 AM That was creepy, I post right after Kit asks where I am. She is omniscient after all... IP: Logged
tourist Junior Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:26 AM Once when I was little I fell off my big wheel and scraped my knee. I didn't tell anyone about it and my knee got all infected. It swelled up and became yellow and pussy.(is that right?) A few weeks went by and I was at the mall with my mother when she noticed my knee while we were trying on shoes. She asked me what had happened and I told her that the aliens did. I was lying, but I don't think she knew that I was. She immediately bust into tears and dragged me out of the store by my arm. My mom doesn't like aliens, but she hates infections even more. IP: Logged
allyn Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:28 AM can't wait for next week, 2Q. whatever will happen between miranda and casey?? IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:29 AM quote: Originally posted by allyn: can't wait for next week, 2Q. whatever will happen between miranda and casey?? Well, I guess that kinda depends on what you give me to work with... IP: Logged
tourist Junior Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:31 AM My mother never liked elitists. It amazes me that these stories from life are so underappreciated by the powers that be. No love lost though. I know where all of you live. See you next week! IP: Logged
D. Lane Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:42 AM 21, i really don't think matt is gay at all and if i do see him the night of the national bash, i plan to do more than "crush" him..... okay, j/k. but he isn't gay. and you used last weeks words! you are the bomb! * donna * IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:45 AM quote: Originally posted by D. Lane: 21, i really don't think matt is gay at all and if i do see him the night of the national bash, i plan to do more than "crush" him..... okay, j/k. but he isn't gay. and you used last weeks words! you are the bomb! * donna * LOL!!!! I totally forgot that you're a Donna... and the Damon was because I knew this kid named Damon when I was a kid and we all knew he was gay - just wondered if he ever figured it out for himself yet... But give Matt Damon a hug for me and tell himt at people will forget All The Pretty Horses soon enough once Oceans Eleven is released... IP: Logged
Pinata Member	posted 06-22-2001 11:59 AM Bambi Bartleby was an auspicious b-movie actress in her heyday. She was embraced by all the famous people in show business and even had her own beachfront property in Malibu. But that was back in the 70's, when movies like 'Revenge of the Bloodsucking Bikini Seahags' and 'Attack of the Sinister Eggplant Zombies' could still turn a profit. These days, she was nothing but a whisper in Hollywood. Her last audition being for the film 'Hairspray', which could have catapulted her career skyward if only she hadn't stolen John Water's beanbag chair in a desperate attempt to collect some dough. Down on her luck with only pennies, a canary, and a bottle of vodka to her name she decided to move back to Nebraska. She needed a sense of reality again. She had her moment in the spotlight but time moved on without her. Now it was someone else's turn to shine. *any relation to persons alive or deceased is purely coincidental. [This message has been edited by Pinata (edited 06-22-2001).] IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 12:01 PM Cool, Pinata! Isn't Ann B. Davis in Nebraska too?... Maybe they're one in the same... IP: Logged
Pinata Member	posted 06-22-2001 12:08 PM Thanks 2Q! Ann B. Davis...Alice from 'The Brady Bunch'? She's in Nebraska? Wow! At least she did a cameo in 'The Brady Bunch Movie'. She didn't give up acting entirely. Hey, 2Q..what's the story with the 'alligator' in Central Park? [This message has been edited by Pinata (edited 06-22-2001).] IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 12:11 PM Alligator? I know there's a giant spider at Rockefellar Plaza, but I must confess that I know nothing about the alligator... Hmm. I'm puzzled. Now I must search for an answer... IP: Logged
Pinata Member	posted 06-22-2001 12:22 PM I saw it on Yahoo's front page. The thread reads: 'Central Park 'alligator' captured'. In actuality it was a caiman crocodilus. A 2 foot long lizard spotted by park visitors on Saturday in Harlem Meer. The caiman is a close relative of the alligator. It also reported that the last scare was in 1997 in Gotham when someone transferred an illegal pet alligator from a bathtub to a lake in Queens. IP: Logged
2Questionable Member	posted 06-22-2001 12:27 PM I love NYC. IP: Logged
mattob Member	posted 06-22-2001 02:01 PM quote: Originally posted by allyn: auspicious beanbag vodka eggplant sinister embrace canary hairspray bikini whisper enjoy! Oh! Auspicious day! You have managed to heave your uninspired, uninspiring heft from that coffin of a beanbag chair. And turned off the T.V, too! Oh, auspicious day! But you still stink, you still reek, suffering under the stench of that cheap vodka. It does have a smell, don't you know that? But that's another lie you believed, another lie that you still tell yourself, you fucking vegetable. You pathetic bitter vegetable. You fucking eggplant. Think she's coming back? Think she's on her way? Think she's gonna walk through that door and surrender her reclaimed vitality to your desperate bitter embrace? Think she's gonna fly into your relentless blackness so that you can smother her? Suffocate her like a canary in a coal mine? No more, no more. All that's left is a can of hairspray, a whiff of memory from when you actually had a soft shoulder to rest your head and a too white neck to gaze upon. Were you ever that innocent? That deserving? That you once actually took deeper pleasure in silently watching her slip into her bikini than in the times you believed you talked her out of it? Whisper woman saying to you nothing, and it was everything, only you didn't know, yelling man. So sit back down! No, lie back down in your black beanbag chair, it's the only thing that embraces you now, you sick gaunt bloat! Lie back down and sleep your lazy sad death. Oh, auspicious night... IP: Logged
psichick Member	posted 06-23-2001 05:59 AM THE SINISTER BIKINI EXT. - MALIBU BEACH - DAY SANDY, a 32-year old wearing a canary-colored bikini, lies on her beach towel on a secluded area of the beach. Next to her is SAM, her 40-year old companion. SANDY Sam, this is an auspicious occasion! (she leans over to embrace him) SAM What? Your not wearing hairspray? Or the fact that you didn't burn last night's eggplant? Or that you got yourself out of the beanbag chair by yourself without crying, "Sam, help! Damn, hand me that bottle of vodka?" They both laugh. SANDY (leans toward Sam to whisper) No the fact that I actually have cleavage in this canary bikini! SAM (snickers) That's not all! You can really see the crack in your ass, too! SANDY Beast! THE END IP: Logged
Jherikai Junior Member	posted 06-23-2001 08:08 AM Her face hidden in her hands, Maxine dared a peak between fingers. He sat there still, looking like the most comfortable four-year old in all the world, rencling in his great canary yellow, bean bag chair, watching Public Television's Nova. "Auspicious," he said, repeating the narrator's words, "A-U-S-P-I-C-I-O-U-S." Instantly he looked to Maxine, the widest, proudest clown smile across his face. Immediatley Maxine closed the gap between fingers, praying-Praying-PRAYING he didn't see that, and if he did, he didn't understand. Biting back tears she vented in a voice well below a whisper, "You're not four, Ted. You're not four." A summer day 1998. Sunning on the deck. A couple, maybe a few, Vodka screwdrivers. Ted admiring her bikini, his hand, twirling through her silken hair, free of tangling hair-spray or gel. "I'll make dinner," Maxine says. "Go to the market. Eggplant." A kiss on the lips, one on the nose. A parting. The engine turns over. The car pulls away. Three miles away it stops. Upside down. In pieces. "You're not four," Maxine mourned, peaking again from between her fingers to see Ted still looking at her, his smile obliterated. "You're thirty-seven." His face scrunched in despair, Ted turned back to his Nova, not quite so transfixed by the narrator stating, "Sharks don't kill for sinister pleasure, but survival." "Sinister," Ted repeated. "S-I-N-I-S-T-E-R." The breath that caught in Maxine's throat, the lump in her chest, the freezing of her heart felt as large, as painful, as sinister as the phone ringing an hour after Ted should have gotten back from the supermarket. Slowly Maxine got up from her chair. She took a step forward. Then another. In a sudden rush she fell atop the bean bag chair, enveloping Ted in her arms and pullin him as close as she possibly could. Maxine wore the clown smile as Ted's fingers wound through her hair with a breathless, "Mmmm." "Embrace," Ted said. "E-M-B-R-A-C-E. Embrace." IP: Logged
some wanker Member	posted 06-24-2001 07:18 PM The vodka martini was almost gone The auspicious occassion almost over The eggplant dress had served it's purpose As had the canary yellow can of hair spray Everything had been perfect For one moment in time Everything had been perfect Now stripped down to a bikini A whisper She formed herself around him Like a bean bag And gave him a sinister embrace IP: Logged

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