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Old 06-12-2007, 09:39 AM   #1
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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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Old 06-12-2007, 10:47 AM   #2
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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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Old 06-12-2007, 11:13 AM   #3
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Sure, we could have coffee some time, or listen to Bach's Allemand or something.
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Old 06-12-2007, 02:50 PM   #4
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Your nose looks so damned cold, but my nose is so much colder
If you can't see my breath why don't you stand just a little bit closer
It's gonna be a fun, fun winter now that you've got my wool socks on.

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Old 06-12-2007, 02:50 PM   #5
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Nectarine
Really like your peaches, wanna shake your tree
~Steve Miller
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Old 06-12-2007, 02:57 PM   #6
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man at bar: Do you want a shot of Patron?

my very young, cute friend: No, I want a shot of tequila.
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Old 06-14-2007, 03:58 AM   #7
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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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Old 06-14-2007, 08:27 AM   #8
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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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Old 07-06-2007, 11:55 AM   #9
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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


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Old 07-06-2007, 01:40 PM   #10
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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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Old 07-08-2007, 12:16 AM   #11
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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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Old 07-08-2007, 08:28 AM   #12
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University

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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Old 01-28-2008, 08:30 PM   #13
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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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Old 02-25-2008, 08:01 PM   #14
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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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