Queue on 12/4/2011 at 17:25
Quote Posted by Dia
I miss the smell of manure in the morning.
I'll send you a pair of my pants.
Martin Karne on 12/4/2011 at 17:28
Quote Posted by Queue
I'll send you a pair of my pants.
Got the runs eh? Never made it to the toilet, so send him some human "manure" then.
:p
Ulukai on 12/4/2011 at 18:18
You wake to what you're not attuned to, I guess.
I was recently awoken by the incredibly quiet yet unnerving noise of a spider trying to scale the inside of a polythene bag in the corner of my bedroom.
Yet I'll sleep through the arrival of the milk man, (in many parts of the UK a man with a three wheeled electric van still delivers milk to your doorstep at 5am), the song of passing drunks and the drive-by of rasping 1300cc engines with ill-advised large bore exhaust modifications.
Birdsong I also have a problem with. In the summer when it's muggy at night I'll open the window before going to sleep and as soon as the first ray of sunlight creeps over the horizon we get the mutherfucking Dawn Chorus. Argh.
Dear Birds: Hush.
gunsmoke on 12/4/2011 at 18:42
My nights are not as poetic these days. Mostly the sound of my aging carcass flipping and flopping in bed, trying to regain some semblance of sleep before the alarm goes off.
I am one unhappy dude. My life stinks, and it hasn;t always been this way. I used to be able to appreciate the small things like an evening walk, kicking a can, smelling a rain coming. These days, I want nothing to do with anything. I see people on tv and all I can think is that I am unable to be that goddamn happy or energetic. Even commercials evoke this response. I noticed last month if I do walk the dog, I stare at the ground when I used to gaze up at the skies. I was a huge astronomy buff. I used to like to point out various planets, passing satellites, and constellations to people. Now, sidewalk grey is all I see.
Dethy, enjoy your youth. I was once as observant as you and appreciated even crickets chirping. My soul has been sucked dry, and I envy the young.
june gloom on 12/4/2011 at 20:55
You're not THAT much older than me, gunny ;)
Queue on 13/4/2011 at 01:15
Quote Posted by Martin Karne
Got the runs eh?
Nah.... I just usually ending up wearing them until they can be charged as an accessory.
Now I'm off to think about dethtoll's young, firm buns lying bare on those coming sultry summer nights.
Tocky on 13/4/2011 at 01:49
Reminds me of the time Bowen passed out so we found a pair of stick to the wall underwear and put them on his face followed by a backwards motorcyle helmet and broomsticks in his shirtsleeves and pants legs. I thought he was going to suffocate before he came to life like Frankenstein. Of course he couldn't bend his arms to unbuckle it so he sounded like Frankenstein too. Good times.
Also sounds like Queue wants to enjoy dethys youth. And Gunny you just need a good woman or several bad ones. Nothing pisses old folks off more than some young peckerwood moaning about his broken hip. Walk it off.
june gloom on 13/4/2011 at 02:40
Quote Posted by Queue
Now I'm off to think about dethtoll's young, firm buns lying bare on those coming sultry summer nights.
And I'm off to scrub my skin off with Lysol.
Martin Karne on 13/4/2011 at 13:30
Quote Posted by dethtoll
And I'm off to scrub my skin off with Lysol.
Remember to send Queue some pics of that cleaning job.
:eww:
Sg3 on 13/4/2011 at 14:22
Quote Posted by dethtoll
I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears, your insecurities, your all-consuming terrors, with less distraction. Is this what adulthood is really supposed to feel like? Awake at impossible hours; wait, worry, who cares?
So different ... so like ... so different.
