No I'm still with ya bud.

Do I sense a lull in the conversation here?

Pretty well all of the above.

Emotions. What are they?

Thanks soufiethere,
I owe ya one!

Can anybody tell me how you put pics in postings? Can't for the life of me find an active copy button.

Well I sure hope so. I'm in the rat race everyday!

Aw! I though you country was the foreign one.

Bender99? That model!

So you came
I knew you would
You who made me this way

Is misery to end
with your blessed touch

Another moment of fleeting delight
Then you will go
as you always do
Never looking back
only forward

Tonight
you excite me
you put a round in the chamber
put the warm gun against my head
enjoy the power the control
shall I beg tremble and wither
No my love
I shall pull the trigger

He seemed always to feel that way though....

Sir Walter Ralegh
[Nature, that washed her hands]

Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk,
At love's request to try them,
If she a mistress could compose
To please love's fancy out of those.

Her eyes he would should be of light,
A violet breath, and lips of jelly;
Her hair not black, nor overbright,
And of the softest down her belly;
As for her inside he 'ld have it
Only of wantonness and wit.

At love's entreaty such a one
Nature made, but with her beauty
She hath framed a heart of stone;
So as love, by ill destiny,
Must die for her whom nature gave him,
Because her darling would not save him.

But time (which nature doth despise
And rudely gives her love the lie,
Makes hope a fool, and sorrow wise)
His hands do neither wash nor dry;
But being made of steel and rust,
Turns snow and silk and milk to dust.

The light, the belly, lips, and breath,
He dims, discolors, and destroys;
With those he feeds but fills not death,
Which sometimes were the food of joys.
Yea, time doth dull each lively wit,
And dries all wantonness with it.

Oh, cruel time! which takes in trust
Our youth, or joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days.

To 'B'egin a night of passion.

Norway? No way! Cool!

Hi

Not my words, wish they were. All the more poignant when you consider the guy was awaiting execution when he wrote it.....

The Lie

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court, it glows
And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the church, it shows
What's good, and doth no good:
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates, they live
Acting by others' action,
Not loved unless they give,
Not strong but by affection:
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate:
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who, in their greatest cost,
Seek nothing but commending:
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it metes but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honour how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favour how it falters:
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in over-wiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is prevention;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming:
If arts and schools reply,
Give arts and schools the lie.

Tell faith it's fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell, manhood shakes off pity;
Tell, virtue least preferreth:
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing,
Although to give the lie
Deserved no less than stabbing,
Stab at thee he that will,
No stab thy soul can kill.

Sir WALTER RALIEGH

The Suppressed & Divided States Of America! Change that to "states of the world". We've all been castrated man!

"You Got Mail". It reminds me of what doesn't happen on this site.

I have say, it's repeating on me a bit now though! Smoke rings from my shiny metal ***.

The bible forbids EVERYTHING! I remember reading the all embracing: "THOU SHALT NOT HAVE FUN". Well that's what it sounded like to me anyway.

For UK dating? Forget it. But, check out the US postings, there's some really brilliant banter there. Get into it!

From my shiny metal ***, "The universe is a infinate range of improbable states, consciousness is one of them, one that happens to question itself and all the rest".