tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post2249447129219429033..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: A Snail Without A HomeMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-67732873245318447552010-02-15T16:38:20.866-05:002010-02-15T16:38:20.866-05:00buy bactrim without a prescription overnight buy b...buy bactrim without a prescription overnight buy bactrim es online without prescription buy bactrim without prescription buy bactrim online buy bactrim buy bactrim f <br />[url=http://bactrim.eventbrite.com/]buy bactrim without a prescription overnight [/url]<br />glucophage lungs diabetes glucophage when to take glucophage glucophage in poly cystic ovarian syndrome glucophage for pcos glucophage 500mg articles on glucophage and weight loss 3 <br />[url=http://takeglucophage.eventbrite.com/]glucophage dosage [/url]<br />proscar and flomax taken together taking proscar no seman proscar for hair loss proscar spermatogenesis canine proscar psa proscar flomax average cost of proscar <br />[url=http://proscar.eventbrite.com/]proscar and psa levels [/url]<br />bayer levitra sampl levitra 2007 uprima impotence solutions levitra side effects buy levitra uk levitra cialis <br />[url=http://virb.com/yalevi]levitra cialis [/url]<br />http://bactrim.eventbrite.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-647798966473510342007-05-09T02:47:00.000-04:002007-05-09T02:47:00.000-04:00nice work. I doubt I can pronounce the name, but ...nice work. I doubt I can pronounce the name, but nifty, none the less.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-73814564407022712712007-05-07T12:56:00.000-04:002007-05-07T12:56:00.000-04:00This poem by Sharon Olds has stuck with me for yea...This poem by Sharon Olds has stuck with me for years. Ahhh, to always be that full of wonder and innocence! To ever be that way...<BR/><BR/>Connoisseuse of Slugs <BR/>1983 <BR/><BR/> When I was a connoisseuse of slugs <BR/> I would part the ivy leaves, and look for the <BR/> naked jelly of those gold bodies, <BR/> translucent strangers glistening along the <BR/> stones, slowly, their gelatinous bodies <BR/> at my mercy. Made mostly of water, they would shrivel <BR/> to nothing if they were sprinkled with salt, <BR/> but I was not interested in that. What I liked <BR/> was to draw aside the ivy, breathe the <BR/> odor of the wall, and stand there in silence <BR/> until the slug forgot I was there <BR/> and sent it antennae up out of its <BR/> head, the glimmering umber horns <BR/> rising like telesopes, until finally the <BR/> sensitive knobs would pop out the ends, <BR/> delicate and intimate. Years later, <BR/> when I first saw a naked man, <BR/> I gasped with pleasure to see that quiet <BR/> mystery reenacted, the slow <BR/> elegant being coming out of hiding and <BR/> gleaming in the dark air, eager and so <BR/> trusting you could weep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-49589285890863404592007-05-05T05:02:00.000-04:002007-05-05T05:02:00.000-04:00Partied and read the month of dec, 'o6 a minute ag...Partied and read the month of dec, 'o6 a minute ago. I saw the piece about Hank and the vid.<BR/>Awesome stuff. So smooth a touch one must have to play slide like that. Brought a whole new understanding of Hank Ballanger, Texas Bluesman. <BR/><BR/>and gold stars<BR/>that I miss...<BR/>pics that I missed<BR/><BR/>many wonderful stories<BR/>manyblessings<BR/>god rest you merry, gentle woman.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-16807207035100499872007-05-05T04:49:00.000-04:002007-05-05T04:49:00.000-04:00Happy Cinco de Mayo!We need more holidays like it ...Happy Cinco de Mayo!<BR/>We need more holidays like it in this country.<BR/><BR/>How bout Ocho de Octobre?<BR/>m would go for that--if you don't already have one, or some equivalent! Of course you are tonight.<BR/>Everyday I'm ready for a holiday. Weekly observaces recommended. The devout should partake as much as possible.<BR/><BR/>Perhaps another could enlighten us as to what a german would say for, oh, maybe August? The 16th?<BR/>something?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-2071904329248044302007-05-05T00:50:00.000-04:002007-05-05T00:50:00.000-04:00Damn, I just saw that I missed your birthday.Happy...Damn, I just saw that I missed your birthday.<BR/><BR/>Happy Belated Birthday, Michelle!Susan Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566328070072489203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-42092075048888677112007-05-05T00:46:00.000-04:002007-05-05T00:46:00.000-04:00I try to hold onto those things that "invisible tr...I try to hold onto those things that "invisible trail over slime in my mind". They seem so important, and I don't know quite why. So I'll just figure that they must be beautiful.<BR/><BR/>I gotta get caught up on my Michelle reading. Keep writing, girl!Susan Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566328070072489203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-40842734627248366402007-05-04T16:55:00.000-04:002007-05-04T16:55:00.000-04:00TWM cometh but not to speak? What gives?TWM cometh but not to speak? What gives?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-64348164883377174972007-05-04T16:46:00.000-04:002007-05-04T16:46:00.000-04:00When i was a child of about the age you describe a...When i was a child of about the age you describe all the slugs I ever saw were from human. Maybe i should have tried the salt thing.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-57258519066244499832007-05-04T16:14:00.000-04:002007-05-04T16:14:00.000-04:00how do you like them apples? Better than salted s...how do you like them apples? Better than salted slugs, I hope.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-71323267054968184852007-05-04T15:56:00.000-04:002007-05-04T15:56:00.000-04:00...and a pretty big "and" I left hanging. If Judi......and a pretty big "and" I left hanging. If Judi reads that, she'll give me fits of little mind games and it will be a few moons before I can ninja foot to anyone's bedouir to talk about "and"...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-57089993585184206782007-05-04T15:35:00.000-04:002007-05-04T15:35:00.000-04:00That's right. I am the secret word of the day bec...That's right. I am the secret word of the day because She says so.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-16200607651189723082007-05-04T14:59:00.000-04:002007-05-04T14:59:00.000-04:00You need to publish this one glossy, m. A beautif...You need to publish this one glossy, m. A beautiful piece of art that completely reflects the the idea of vulnerability. <BR/> <BR/>It reminds me of Judi. <BR/><BR/>Judi shared her shell with me when mine was broken and cold. I was on the street for a few days in my car. I was burning the last gallon of my fuel when a late night phonecall to an old friend hooked me under the arms and pulled me back in from the treacherous waters deep.<BR/>I slept in a small room, ostensibly--until she put her kids to bed, then as planned I'd ninja tip-toe to her upstairs bedroom with midnight as my scrim. She's the nut, not me. Judi goes to church every week and yells at PTA meetings all the time up in Shelby where every mom thinks they can out soccer all the rest. That doesn't make her nutty, it actually just makes her acutely aware of appearances. I'm a bit young for her, some might think that, or a similar line. I know the guys her age can't believe my luck. Five to ten years, numbers mean squat next to the randy tides of lust and the wrenching grip of hardship; I'm saying nothing more except that she doesn't look older than me, and you can paint your own picture of sweet beauty. <BR/>(or use m's, remembering that the two compared are blond sweetest oranges vs other-worldly apples of alluring mystery)<BR/>She even wanted me to park a half a block away and I came and went through her back door. I'd tell her little jokes that contained escalating bombs of the truth. Things like 'great job, now your neighbors think I'm the man servant', or ask her to give me a ride to my car since it's in another area code. She laughed and even gave me a ride once or twice--I didn't really want one but took up the offer anyway, just so I could have an old morning make-out with her in her big white truck before dawn. <BR/>I always had to leave before her kids woke up, and Judi left to go work at her family's office. That was no problem. I needed to find my own shell to call home, as much as I enjoyed the company of my benefactor and. Soon, the storms existence settled and pieces were put in their place with a mortar of spit and illicit substances. My home was boarded up, but ready for occupancy. I still visit, Judi still screams at PTA board members and out soccers all but the most manic of mothers in the upity town of Shelby. Midnight is still our scrim, and the back door my narrow path by the moonlight, a shell that will always welcome me home if the storms rage again. It may not be my home, but it cares not for my thoughts and calls me one of its own.<BR/><BR/>Glad to have a shell here, too. (an e-shell, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk)Love the metaphors you work m. I'm always inspired here. <BR/>write well and have fun. <BR/><BR/>ps Dallas does suck! I was wanting GS to pound them too! Go pistonsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-22629075204388055342007-05-04T14:12:00.000-04:002007-05-04T14:12:00.000-04:00myCajunQSnailwithoutHomeisCuteSeaofGreenHairShines...myCajunQ<BR/>SnailwithoutHomeisCute<BR/>SeaofGreen<BR/>HairShinesRed<BR/>Sunshine<BR/>FoxlyLadyD<BR/>R2C2!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-82352581331002480682007-05-04T13:21:00.000-04:002007-05-04T13:21:00.000-04:00Salted slugs? And you didn't eat'em?Salted slugs? And you didn't eat'em?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-62981111836648083912007-05-04T13:12:00.000-04:002007-05-04T13:12:00.000-04:00I guess pouring salt on slugs is better than leavi...I guess pouring salt on slugs is better than leaving a small cap of beer for them to crawl in.JR's Thumbprintshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479324326541901987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-13146527897731005302007-05-04T12:16:00.000-04:002007-05-04T12:16:00.000-04:00Wet veils that become clear and crisp when dry, li...Wet veils that become clear and crisp when dry, like mayfly wings.realbigwingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02187979547555940613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-76718775573800464572007-05-04T11:20:00.000-04:002007-05-04T11:20:00.000-04:00Good basketball enthusiasm, Michelle. You've got t...Good basketball enthusiasm, Michelle. You've got the oomph!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-18589717167392728762007-05-04T11:01:00.000-04:002007-05-04T11:01:00.000-04:00I'm like the slug in your story, Michelle. Just be...I'm like the slug in your story, Michelle. Just because my dad was homosexual, everybody thinks I need tough-love. I've got problems, but why kidnap me in the middle of the night to be sent to a boot camp in a far away state out West in the middle of the night? I don't know if you saw it, but Phil Leotardo said to Tony Soprano that the shit doesn't fall far from the faggot's ass. The next day I tooks a shit while showering in the boy's shower at school and stepped in it. Everybody saw me do it. I wanted them to. I was expelled. Thanks for your support of the Sopranos, Michelle. Only four more episodes after tomorrow. Please watch.<BR/>Sincerely,<BR/>Vito Spatafore Jr.<BR/>Ogden, UtahAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-33884122949875383782007-05-04T10:32:00.000-04:002007-05-04T10:32:00.000-04:00Everything's better with Bluebonnet on it!Everything's better with Bluebonnet on it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-63271306754160108182007-05-04T10:29:00.000-04:002007-05-04T10:29:00.000-04:00I'm gonna sue CBS' ass.I'm gonna sue CBS' ass.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-29958084606831480332007-05-04T10:28:00.001-04:002007-05-04T10:28:00.001-04:00"It could be beautiful if you didn't know what it ..."It could be beautiful if you didn't know what it was." A great line. Opens the mind a bit.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-29343068033532262322007-05-04T10:28:00.000-04:002007-05-04T10:28:00.000-04:00Thirty more days until the last day of the Soprano...Thirty more days until the last day of the Sopranos!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-57304027169936658522007-05-04T10:26:00.000-04:002007-05-04T10:26:00.000-04:00That's a beautiful photo with an almost impression...That's a beautiful photo with an almost impressionistic air.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com