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Married by mistake, they stay together sulkily for twenty years. Suddenly he dies. She goes on cruises, has affairs, grows tired; then meets, at last, a man she feels wonderfully comfortable with. Happily, she brings the new husband home… and then realises why she felt like she’d met him before...
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like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel never ending or beginning...
a moment of happiness anyway Zeph...
I have died five times...
You'll have to explain that one, Doc! I know somebody who died once, he said it was quite enough.
fell out of relationship...
dead to the world...
five times...
too much for anybody...
in the hope they went on cruises and met somebody whilst I struggled to get out of the ashes with new wings...
your implication that 'mistake' is real and universal gives one some hope at least...
your 'Cricle' is about the struggle for good faith no?..
I thought of this a quite a cynical little tale, really: that she would end up with a guy just like the first one. But maybe not so cynical, because it seems that she might appreciate more the next time around.
Doc, you are clearly a battered vagabond of the heart, but perhaps you were too honest to sulk in cosy compromise for twenty years?
yes Zeph
yes Zeph
too much happening I'm afraid; unicorns to feed, kites to fly,..
doesn't seem cynical at all to me really, more universal sadness...
but a well aimed pen, like Ulysses arrow, strikes axe handle after axe handle...
...tak, tak, tak, tak...
splitting axe handles all the way to the heart...
yeah, gotta harang the pote on this one, I didn't get cynical either, just cyclical and the way life throws things back in our face if we don't deal with them right the first time
3 lifetimes in 50 words, now that's pregnancy!
shooter, as Z says, you are the ragged-trousered philanthropist of amour eh?
no surprise, I'd bet that you can charm the pretty finches from the trees with a casual quip that harpoons their trembling souls in a heartbeat, I'd bet it's not even sport for you, almost an inconvenience...?
Maybe because I live in hope, I didn't read this as cynical either. More like the slipping on of cosy slippers feeling.
born at the breast...
bicycling and learning but always looking...
violence on the field and thoughts of the breast...
writing and painting the sensations of the breast...
now remembering what the obsessions were...
in slippers yes...
and free at last to enjoy another beautiful mistake...
mm shoot, those beautiful mistakes; those fabulous faux-pas, erotic errors, sensuous slips, animal accidents, romantic regrets, base bloopers and mammary mishaps
tho it usually looks like dentistry to me, sigh 'another failure, another filling, oral autobiography'
"it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this?" is a killer line non?
a killer line indeed...
now my teeth are falling out there is more room for cavernous action within a kissing regime, but less capacity to attract the necessary players to the field...
my mistakes are fewer but more serious..
making them count as it were...
well, if you will represent like one of Holbeins ambassadors replete with morphed vanitas it's always going to be challenging for the squeezes, the depth attracts them but the fatalism will ultimately scare them away
humbly suggest rebranding; Hirst's Shark might do the trick, blue and cool, a fishy man in black, you could position yourself in post-modern irony; 'midst death we are in life', just a thought...
love it
but
the stringy long hair whisping across yesterday's bristle...
old men in black...
i'll have to wait until the kids get older so they aren't too perplexed when I pick them up from kindy...
alright, ambassador by day, shark boy by night, I'm sure you'd find a way to cross the chasm to Lava girl or even Lara Croft, that's it! Indiana Jones + Croc Dundee + DS (medicine man, emissary and shark) = er..forgot what I was going to say now...
file and doc - I don't understand you at all, but your exchanges bring a smile to my face, as the sun shines and the world seems happy.
then mimi, it doesn't matter what we are saying or even, perhaps, where the comments end up, we've done our job
now we can relax, who would you suggest takes your role in the upcoming Sued-the movie?
feet in sand, reading poems, who? It's Stevie Smith. If age weren't an issue, then me would obviously be Maggie Smith. She is my heroine
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