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Innuendo
Sonnet 52
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride. Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope. Shakespeare was the master, but that's no reason for the rest of us not to give it a go. See if you can wrap your hands around this one. |
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Nectarine
Even before he takes the first sharp bite He knows the pit is there, hard and rough And bitter as everybody knows who ever Bit one open to taste. But just the sight Of fullness newly ripe is not enough -- Oh, no -- the sweet and tart he thinks will never Not combine to slide across his tongue And ache its root must slide and ache anew; Experience is never just the view. And then, the moment gone, he’s left among Those fleeting flavors fading, fading, gone – Until another, like tomorrow’s dawn, Her firmness gently curved and fully flexed, Surrenders to perfection being next. .
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Sure, we could have coffee some time, or listen to Bach's Allemand or something.
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^ See BP, I don't get how that's innuendo, unless you're giving an example of a naive person that some in-your-endo would go over the head of. i.e. children's movies infused with humor for adults. Got any of those examples?
"I want it right here in my tool belt" (commercial for arch support shoes. But I'm gross like that.) |
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^^That's perfect! I figure if you can add "if you know what I mean" to the end, and it's funny, it belongs in this thread. I expect it to degrade naturally from Shakespeare to the fiction gutter.
About the quote from you, in Spanish, "Patron" is commonly used to refer to someone who's in a superior position. It has strong historical roots in that it originally meant "master" or "boss" during the slave/serf days, at least in Mexico. Of course, it's also a brand name, but innuendo is the international language... If I walked into a bar in Mexico, for instance, and a man asked me if I wanted a "shot of Patron," he might or might not mean it politely. Just to be safe, I would run like hell. ![]() |
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain ee cummings |
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Bells for John Whiteside's Daughter
John Crowe Ransom There was such speed in her little body, And such lightness in her footfall, It is no wonder her brown study Astonishes us all. Her wars were bruited in our high window. We looked among orchard trees and beyond Where she took arms against her shadow, Or harried unto the pond The lazy geese, like a snow cloud Dripping their snow on the green grass, Tricking and stopping, sleepy and proud, Who cried in goose, Alas, For the tireless heart within the little Lady with rod that made them rise From their noon apple-dreams and scuttle Goose-fashion under the skies! But now go the bells, and we are ready, In one house we are sternly stopped To say we are vexed at her brown study, Lying so primly propped.
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She offered her honour,
He honoured her offer, And all night long It was honour and offer. |
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She left his office smiling, buttoning her shirt, Ignoring me except to adjust her skirt. I closed the door behind me and he said “The charm this life can have has turned to shit, And a shittly life among a bunch of kids With too much money.” He took another drink. I didn’t, but his drinking made me think I should. I couldn’t get past the taste Although perhaps I wasn’t trying hard. Not hard enough for him, at any rate. His pupils wide he stared at me. “A waste,” He said, “a waste. I might have been a bard But then I found that whiskey barred the gate!” He belched. “My life is shit, excepting the case Of women and whiskey.” He grinned. “Especially the case of whiskey.” I wished for half his drunken wit. I wished I really felt that life was shit. I wished that I could have what he had got. Oh, I was very young, and I wished for a lot.
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Okay, there has got to be a way to turn this into a good pickup line.
Science 27 June 1980: Vol. 208. no. 4451, pp. 1475 - 1476 DOI: 10.1126/science.7384790 Social environment as a factor in diet-induced atherosclerosis RM Nerem, MJ Levesque, and JF Cornhill Rabbits on a 2 percent cholesterol diet were individually petted, held, talked to, and played with on a regular basis. Measurements of aortic affinity for a Sudan stain, serum cholesterol levels, heart rate, and blood pressure were made at the end of the experimental period. Compared to control groups, which were given the same diet and normal laboratory animal care, the experimental groups showed more than a 60 percent reduction in the percentage of aortic surface area exhibiting sudanophilic (artherosclerotic) lesions, even though serum cholesterol levels, heart rate, and blood pressure were comparable. |
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I don't know if youlot are familiar with the show 'Whose line is it anyway?' Which has a game called 'if you know what i mean'.
It's funny stuff. |
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It's funny stuff. If you know what I mean.
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