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To that girl I met

 

You liked Jack Kerouac,

So did I.

We made silly jokes while staring in each other's eyes.

 

Your eyes are like lagoons.

Maybe one day we'll meet again,

Shine like suns and moons.

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"We Stopped at Perfect Days"

 

We stopped at perfect days

and got out of the car.

The wind glanced at her hair.

It was as simple as that.

I turned to say something—

 

 

Richard Brautigan

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"15%"

 

She tries to get things out of men

that she can't get because she's not

15% prettier.

Richard Brautigan

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Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish that man would go away...

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door...

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish that man would go away...

 

Hughes Mearns

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And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

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I told her ghost stories and gave her chills

she held my hand and I felt them too

she talked of video games and online thrills

I told her Super Mario was all I knew

 

She asked why I favored the old and the lame

I told her I liked my world colored in natural light

She wanted me to play her colorful games

She wanted a kiss before the end of the night

 

When our drinks were gone and the talk was done

I swallowed the kiss back down my throat

she stepped out into the cold at nearly a run

she bowed her head and bundled her coat

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"A Good-Talking Candle"

 

I had a good-talking candle

last night in my bedroom.

 

I was very tired but I wanted

somebody to be with me,

so I lit a candle

 

and listened to its comfortable

voice of light until I was asleep.

Richard Brautigan

 

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THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING

 

IN YOUR OWN FACE

 

 

There are days when that is the last place

 

in the world where you want to be but you

 

have to be there, like a movie, because it

 

features you.

Richard Brautigan

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The Astonishing Profundity of Winnie the Pooh

 

(aka : A Poem for That Bear)

 

The more it snows

(Tiddly Pom)

The more it goes

(Tiddly Pom)

On snowing.

 

And Nobody knows

(Tiddly Pom)

How cold my toes

(Tiddly Pom)

How cold my toes

(Tiddly Pom)

Are growing.

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Winnie was a Taoist

 

 

"Well, what I like best….", and then he had to stop and think,… because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were. But he didn’t know what it was called.


From The Tao of Pooh

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The Green Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake
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Analysis :
What Blake is really asking here is actually a very complex metaphor which could be phrased much more simply as, "What is the hidden meaning behind your last post with nothing in it ? What immortal hand or eye could frame its fearful nothingness ?"
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If you don't know where you are going,

 

any road will take you there.

 

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Well,... that certainly was worth waiting for !!

 

You'll have to excuse me for a few moments. I feel like I've been completely blind-sided. Fair took the wind out of me.

 

Hhmmm,.... feeding a horse, you say ? I must say I've never thought of any of my sublime, precious, and close encounters of the 'hands-down-her-pants' kind,... as anything quite resembling that analogy. But then, I guess I've never felt very comfortable around horses. They're bigger than me, have legs that kick, and teeth that bite. From my own admittedly limited experience, I've never yet encountered teeth during any of my erotic explorations of the female nether regions.

 

Have you ? Is this the hidden truth you wanted to share with your readers here on this deeply metaphysical forum ?

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I see a "Missed Connections" sub-forum in the making... :ph34r:

 

Imagine if you could come on to TTB to find out if that cute guy (or gal) in the esoteric bookstore/natural foods store/Buddhist lecture (anywhere in the world) found you of interest. Or felt a "spark." Then, you could connect up via PM. ^_^

 

If only...

 

He shared your love of gothic art, she shared your love of mediating upsiode-down on head.

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Well,... that certainly was worth waiting for !!

 

You'll have to excuse me for a few moments. I feel like I've been completely blind-sided. Fair took the wind out of me.

 

Hhmmm,.... feeding a horse, you say ? I must say I've never thought of any of my sublime, precious, and close encounters of the 'hands-down-her-pants' kind,... as anything quite resembling that analogy. But then, I guess I've never felt very comfortable around horses. They're bigger than me, have legs that kick, and teeth that bite. From my own admittedly limited experience, I've never yet encountered teeth during any of my erotic explorations of the female nether regions.

 

Have you ? Is this the hidden truth you wanted to share with your readers here on this deeply metaphysical forum ?

 

Vagina dentata? never. I have encountered women who had remarkable muscular control, though.

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Vagina dentata? never. I have encountered women who had remarkable muscular control, though.

 

* Good to see the tiger's back. After throwing that bombshell in a while back, you completely disappeared from the radar. I thought the moderators must have excommunicated you for a while for your sins.

 

However, now that you're back and still searching for an answer to that fearsome, subconscious male fear of "vagina dentata",... I think I can reassure you that it's just part pf that age-old gender bashing that males and females have been engaged in since caveman times. It's that curious thing; each gender is attracted to the other and largely can't function with any sense of wholeness without finding someone of the opposite gender to fill in our gaps,... and to make ourselves 'fruitful', in more ways than the immediately obvious sense of that word. And yet, we both function so differently that there's very often a baffling lack of comprehension between the sexes. So, one of the more harmless, hard-wired responses towards this situation, is to make jokes.

 

On that front, I think the Males Team has a much better supply of jokes. Probably simply because they happen to be more inclined that way. It's no accident that every single comedian who really becomes a household name for 'delivering the goods',... is male.

 

But as someone who has lived with a woman whom I've become increasingly fond of with each passing year my life experiences tell me that, (as a reasonable generalisation), the Females Team tend to score much higher on the ' basic human kindness' scale.

 

BUT, we do have better jokes ! Here, let me lend you a few examples :

 

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{a} A man who says marriage is a 50-50 proposition doesn't understand two things:

(1) women,… (2) fractions.

 

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{b} Yeah, there are more important things in life than money, but they won't go out with you if you don't have any.

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{c} A woman walks into a bar and asks for a Double Entendre,

so the barman gives her one.

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