[Ventrescan]'s diary

841581  Link to this entry 
Written about Monday 2006-08-21
Written: (6669 days ago)

Does anyone know why they have these crazy ass random nonsensical bits in spam e-mails...they make me happy! But why?? 

Ex: It says to takeone every two hours for eight or ten hours. He would see her in themorning, and if she werent all right by then he would act.
Oh, I wish I could tell you all that I am thinking.
They would know, of course, and be glad tohelp him.
Supposing somethingshould really be wrong with her and he could not get her out of it.
Anyhow, Ill have to have a little time until I can see what I cando. At any rate he hadsaid once that he would stand by her in case anything happened. Did he look enough like a young marriedman to convince any one that he was one? Then therewas a cure, and it would work, of course.
Here goes then, called Stuart, turning the car toward theFinchley home.
Im gladyou do, and smiled in a slightly supercilious though affectionateway. What little courage she had mustered up to this timebegan to waver and break.
And at once Clyde gathered, and fairly enough in this instance,that this man was reproachful.
Id like to say a lot of things to you, Sondra, if you would onlylet me, he returned eagerly. Youllprobably be all right to-morrow, wont you?
It may be,though, that some of the other stores here in town carry somethingof the sort. Youtake almost everything too seriously, dont you? Im sure I oughtnt to let you say all these things to me. Things were not so had for the moment, anyhow. There must be something though, ofcourse. And yet,under the circumstances, being truly grateful, she now smiledcordially and he the same. Im sure I oughtnt to let you say all these things to me.
He had not the courage to enter and face such a person.
Andwhat were the dangers in connection with such a proceeding?
Did they tell any one elseabout such inquiries or needs? Did they tell any one elseabout such inquiries or needs? Her voice, tense and yet low,was in itself a clear proof of her anguish and uncertainty.
It reduced to a much smallerquantity the little confidence with which he had begun his quest.
In consequence he retreated to his former reserve.
So much so that he exclaimed:Yes, but how do you know that there is anything wrong? And after that he must go over to Schenectady in themorning, sure, to see the druggist over there.
It madeher various self-conscious gestures and posings all the moreentrancing. Even his obviously dwindling affection was restimulated by herquite visible need of help.
But here he was now, all alone, forRoberta knew nothing at all. She might even expect him to marry her, so fearful was she of herparents and people. And how would shego about arranging with Clyde as to that?
At any rate he hadsaid once that he would stand by her in case anything happened. At the same time hisvoice was beginning to suggest the uncertainty that he felt.

840118  Link to this entry 
Written about Friday 2006-08-18
Written: (6672 days ago)

LA MORT
La mort m'attend comme une vieille fille
Au rendez-vous de la faucille
Pour mieux cueillir le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend comme une princesse
A l'enterrement de ma jeunesse
Pour mieux pleurer le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend comme Carabosse
A l'incendie de nos noces
Pour mieux rire du temps qui passe


Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte
Et qui m'attend déjà
Ange ou démon qu'importe
Au-devant de la porte il y a toi


La mort attend sous l'oreiller
Que j'oublie de me réveiller
Pour mieux glacer le temps qui passe
La mort attend que mes amis
Me viennent voir en pleine nuit
Pour mieux se dire que le temps passe
La mort m'attend dans tes mains claires
Qui devront fermer mes paupières
Pour mieux quitter le temps qui passe


Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte
Et qui m'attend déjà
Ange ou démon qu'importe
Au-devant de la porte il y a toi


La mort m'attend aux dernières feuilles
De l'arbre qui fera mon cercueil
Pour mieux clouer le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend dans les lilas
Qu'un fossoyeur lancera sur moi
Pour mieux fleurir le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend dans un grand lit
Tendu aux toiles de l'oubli
Pour mieux fermer le temps qui passe.


Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte
Et qui m'attend déjà
Ange ou démon qu'importe
Au-devant de la porte il y a toi


Jacques Brel

826429  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2006-07-19
Written: (6702 days ago)

The guestbook is sad and empty, "click here to delete yourself from elftown" Thanks, I feel loved. 

though the picture is nice. 

Now I don't remember why I got on here, to stalk, or to write...ahh, the predicament. 

 The logged in version 

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