Commentally Ill

2014-03-07
a charming description. the only thing missing would seem to be a bottle of vodka. i have one of those and no, i am not going to share.

i am happy to sing with you, though. no?

everyone refuses to let me sing these days, but i swear that it was an isolated event. i do not regularly make ears bleed.

2014-03-07
that sounds like a lovely melody.

my heart keeps playing the hokey pokey. every time i shake it all about, someone comes in and tightens my straightjacket.

2014-03-06
i do not recall hearing of the loret. is it anything akin to the lorax? i never was any good with entomology.

2014-03-02
ouch. that smarts.

i guess then, by an act of will (not rodgers), i will put this poem safely in the past so i can get on with my future now. or something like that.

2014-03-02
of course not. rumor has it that when his rib got yanked out it poked him in the throat, creating an unsightly bulge. it is called adam's apple to this day because of eve's somewhat sadistic sense of humor.

that or, yes he did but he refused to share, so eve crammed it down his throat and went to find her own.

bubbles is firing up the time machine, and we shall soon know for sure.

2014-02-26
this can be taken in so many ways that my brain, trying to go fourteen completely different directions all at once, completely crashed.

i can chew gum and walk, but only if i am drinking.

2014-02-20
well

i read it aloud to appreciate the musical timbre of my own voice. seemed to roll right off the tongue

right up until. the very last. word.

how thoughtful of the author to remind me of how dumb and uncultured i am. and this, right after bringing up my mortality (he is a real charmer, that one).

although with a voice like mine, i do suppose i needed taken down a peg or two.

*sings*

*dogs howl. car alarms go off. glass shatters and paint peels off the walls. people cry*

see? it is a gift. or perhaps a tactical weapon. *shrug*

thank you for posting more fodder (er, i mean poetry),

c.i.

2014-02-19
i have jumper cables if you need them.

i also have a spare tire, but that is another story.

:)

2014-02-07
a double speakeasy? ooh, sounds fun. ;)

2014-02-06
the title of this instantly drew me in, and i was not disappointed. it was every bit as good as a salty dog.

but drink me under the table? seriously? ha.

2014-02-06
it is interesting to note that the word you chose as the opposite to dry was fun.

2014-02-06
wait. what happened to sex, drugs, rock 'n roll??

2014-02-06
ooh, a mad lib. quick, someone remind me of the difference between and adverb and an adjective.

a nice puzzle you have written here!

2014-02-06
you traverse from "light and lovely" to "cry havoc" smoothly and with skill. but then you tread on the defeated protagonist, crunching it under your feet.

this poem is nothing short of disturbing, so naturally, i like it.

2014-02-06
i am certain you convey some thought here, and it is likely profound and rather weighty.

having the depth of a mud puddle, i find the point eludes me.

however, there is no need to cry. i will not judge you for your monster love, please put the guillotine away.

2013-06-16
she is feeling much better now. thought we might lose her there for a sec, but i think she is going to pull through.

2013-06-14
i feel upstaged by this poem. it is unsettling.

;)

2013-06-14
his easiness is such a threat because he hides his inner workings well, would be my guess. that is, his mask has yet to crack.

i have been wrong before (it happened once so it may yet happen again, as unlikely as it seems), so maybe not.

a definite thing i am always unfailingly right about is vodka. perhaps you would like a bit?

*pours you a thimbleful of vodka*

any more than that, and there will not be enough for me. drink up! ;)

c.i.

2013-06-14
*scratches head*

nope, not at the poem. bubbles has given me lice. :p

although, come to think of it, the poem does confuse me.......

2013-06-14
well those are the breaks. although, i am not bad company. unless drinking all your vodka qualifies me as such? whoops.

2013-06-14
ooh, a dancing clown! wonder if he makes balloon marmites?

2013-06-12
so glad you got my rsvp. let's get dracula's iron count up a bit, shall we? ohhh doorman!!

:)

2013-06-11
good. if i should ever leave, i would not wish for any of you to be deprived of my insightful, in-depth comments.

2013-06-11
and why was i not on the guest list? i tried to get in, but your doorman was unconvinced of my infamy....

2013-06-11
sounds like someone forgot to use the doorbell.

:)

2013-06-11
sometimes life's lessons must be learned the hard way. such as "water the cat before bed."

2013-06-11
share the pharmaceuticals, please, and pass the vodka. you are having entirely too much fun. i think i will join you.

2013-06-09
indeed. well, we will not have to bother with making pesky decisions anymore, what with big brother to do it for us.

on the bright side, that is simply more time for video games and vodka.

of course, we will need to dedicate a bit of our new found free time (and lack of freedom) learning the art of double-think.

but think of all the video games and vodka (every cloud having a silver - or is that tinfoil? - lining)!

2013-06-09
so which are you? lamb or wolf? i myself would seem to be a turkey. :p

2013-06-09
ooh, exciting. but they shall have to be careful, or they may escalate to libraries, cafes and *gasp* political conventions. it would be simply scandalous.

(not really. what is scandalous is the fact that i could not think of anything else to type, what with all of the innuendo available in connection with such a poem.)

2013-06-09
excellency in verse. however:

who gives a child the middle name of "wadsworth"....?

he must have kicked a lot in the womb.

c.i.

2013-06-09
i remember when you first posted this. have they still not found a cure for your brand of crazy?

ha. wait, i am confused...

2013-06-09
still in a dream? i certainly am (or so the vodka tells me).

at least it is not a nightmare. in fact, with poetry like this, i do believe that i could sleep for days.

even without poetry like this, i could sleep for days (and often do), but it would not be nearly as pleasurable.

another fine write (but have i not told you to stop doing this? really, you will make the rest of us feel insecure)

2013-06-09
if i wrote a letter to my inner child, it would just be to myself, because i am my inner child.

i really should write a letter to my outer adult, though i do not typically use the sort of language i would wish to employ.

she is stuffy, and has been neglecting me for years.

she is also hard-headed, so it might be more productive (and entertaining) to attempt to take a page from marmite's book.

then again, if i do manage to fold myself in half, i wonder if i could get unstuck (or, that being the case, if i would even want to).

2013-05-21
ah yes, i know the feeling. sometimes my in-laws call, too.

2013-05-21
cup of comfort.... did not know they served alcoholic beverages in hospitals? kidding, ha.

glad to hear that your friend recovered, and i enjoyed your description of the scenic view from your friend's window.

2013-05-16
ooh! a jam session. *goes to get the peanut butter*

kidding, of course. do you mind if i play the spoons? ;)

2013-05-16
from one unknown to another, that is some good poetry right there. quit showing off, you will make the rest of us feel bad. ;)

2013-05-16
sounds like a good case of deer-in-the-headlight-itis. better get that checked before a visit to the iu.

wait. er, to whom should i address the sympathy card?

2013-05-16
it seems a few of us party animals have lived to tell about it. the black ties shall be disappointed, but those are the breaks.

i never could do the twist, but i did a stunning hokey pokey.

stunning as in good? nope, as in, when i put my left arm out, i bumped the guy to my left in the head hard enough to knock him out cold.

funny, they wouldn't let me try the limbo after that.

it is nice to inspire poetry as opposed to cursing and name calling (which is what i usually get ;). thanks for that.

c.i.

2013-05-15
love and call them friend: check.

care and be cared for: check.

trust? er, nope. count me out.

;)

2013-05-15
wait. blue may or blue dismay? ah, it is a may of dismay, this i can understand.

*tries not to cry*

*fails miserably*

gotcha! i do not cry, for that i would need to have a soul. :p

:)

2013-05-15
a cinch of a finch in a pinch
tried to get out, inch by inch
along came a cat
wily and fat
whose eyes were clawed out by the finch

(it was either that or the cat ate him, but you seemed to like the finch so i gave you a happy ending ;)

c.i.

2013-05-15
romance is not dead but it may be a zombie.

the reality of the daily chores as pillow talk cheers me up immensely about being single. ;)

2013-05-14
perfect! i wouldn't even have to be drunk to wear that hat. just stoned. ;)

2013-05-14
*clings to the edge of keyboard with whitened knuckles* what happened next? what happened next?!

i seem to vaguely recall a run-in with a security guard, and rescuing you from the business end of a can of mace. but what else happened?

yes, i know i was there but i was drunk enough to wear that ridiculous hat..... and a charm bracelet promoting the black ties.

ah well, when you're trying to infiltrate the nefarious black ties, it's good to wear their charms and know the secret handshake.

what? you don't know the secret handshake? i would have bubbles teach it to you but she doesn't have hands, and i happen to bre too dunk at the moment.

i swear, some days i think i will quit drinking for good. then i realize i already did. i have been drinking for evil for quite some time now. :p

another fun chapter of our scintillating adventures with bubbles!

c.i.

2013-05-14
the text here is simply charming.

i suddenly feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the vodka must be working.

i think we should send bubbles on a mission to get me a large sombrero to go with my klingon getup; it seems i may be needing to update my disguise, and you shouldn't be the only one with a cool hat.

c.i.

2013-05-13
if i had a three d printer, the first thing i would make would be a rather large toe-shaped flask.

2013-05-13
i'm pretty sure i know him. tall guy, right, with a permanent limp from sleeping on the aforementioned stairs? great cook, horrible kisser. (just don't tell him i said so...) :p

:)

2013-05-13
miss mist was my third grade teacher. you make her sound nice here, but in truth she was an ogre in a mini skirt.

:)