This thread is not about Dovey!

[Joe]

...ya oughta stick ta forums like these, cuz ya'd never make a living as poet irl @Blurt.

How 'bout you show us some more of your pencil doodles, Joe? You know, the ones you never managed to sell anywhere?

I'm real good, Blurt!

I could even draw yer portrait avatar, but prefer not to, eh?

I'm mainly interested in those with physical features which conform to the Golden Mean, ifya know what I mean eh @Blurt?

 

[Dove]

I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.

I'll handle that



If you wanted heroin you could have just said so.

Worth the listen fur the millionth time though.

Of course.

It's the most honest song ever written :D

Written while on heroin apparently, although I wasn't there, so don't quote me.

Likely but it's more about the experience of being "on heroin". Its not as if you get high and you've had some drug induced experience.

Once you are on, you are on. It's your life now.

You should know :D

Why would I know, has Scoundy been texting ye again?

Men fear my inbox.

 

[Blurt]

I'm mainly interested in those with physical features which conform to the Golden Mean, ifya know what I mean eh @Blurt?

So you own a Spirograph, too, eh?

 

[Joe]

I actually sold a lot of graphic work commercially @Blurt.

I'm jes gettin' back into it again.

I'm thinkin of starting a small graphic design business in the New year, eh?

 

[Dove]

A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt

A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.

I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.

Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/

I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.

I'm a compulsive person.

With a compulsive disorder.

Sure. Why not?

You say dat as if yer ashamed of it?

Not one bit.

I've gotten used to people looking at me through the lens of "disorder."

It fazes me not.

It's fun most of the time. Especailly if you get stuck in a bad date :D

 

[Blurt]

I actually sold a lot of graphic work commercially @Blurt.

Don't be shy, Jomo. Let's see the bills.

 

[Blandscape]

I actually sold a lot of graphic work commercially @Blurt.

I'm jes gettin' back into it again.

I'm thinkin of starting a small graphic design business in the New year, eh?

I have been a graphic designer for 30 years.

 

[Blandscape]

Worked all over Europe.

 

[Blandscape]

But let's get back to Nurse Dovey....

 

[Joe]

I actually sold a lot of graphic work commercially @Blurt.

Don't be shy, Jomo. Let's see the bills.

Haven't done anything for a while tho.

Lost my drive and got lazy, eh?
Funny thing, art is like some athletic sport.

don't do it for a while, ya get outta shape and flabby, @Blurt.

Just like the sport, ya gotta have the drive, eh?
Gotta be driven ta do it.
It takes the intensity of an athletic endeavor

I'll get it back this year tho.

 

[Blandscape]

....or do we have to Blur?

 

[Blandscape]

Can't we talk about something else, like graphic design?

 

[The Cuntess]

I smell BULLSHIT

 

[Blandscape]

Poppy is dead...long live Foxy.

 

[Dove]

But let's get back to Nurse Dovey....

Got your mind firmly on your kink today, I see.

 

[The Cuntess]

But let's get back to Nurse Dovey....

Got your mind firmly on your kink today, I see.

he said he’s a graphic designer. Lord, I hollered

 

[Joe]

Actually, this poem by Shaekspeare often reminds me of Dovey:

SONNET 29​	PARAPHRASE​
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,​	When I've fallen out of favor with fortune and men,​
I all alone beweep my outcast state​	All alone I weep over my position as a social outcast,​
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,​	And pray to heaven, but my cries go unheard,​
And look upon myself and curse my fate,​	And I look at myself, cursing my fate,​
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,​	Wishing I were like one who had more hope,​
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,​	Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends,​
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,​	Wishing I had this man's skill and that man's freedom.​
With what I most enjoy contented least;​	I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most.​
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,​	But, with these thoughts – almost despising myself,​
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,​	I, by chance, think of you and then my melancholy​
Like to the lark at break of day arising​	Like the lark at the break of day, rises​
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;​	From the dark earth and (I) sing hymns to heaven;​
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings​	For thinking of your love brings such happiness​
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.​	That then I would not change my position in life with kings.​

 

[Blandscape]

Actually I was casting my mind back to Nico, Dovey, and I suddenly recalled how beautiful she is. It kinda struck me Nurse Dovey, that there is beauty out there somewhere.

I see it in my wife and daughters obviously, but then I still want to hoard that beauty to myself. I find it hard to give away.

 

[Dove]

But let's get back to Nurse Dovey....

Got your mind firmly on your kink today, I see.

he said he’s a graphic designer. Lord, I hollered

He wants Nurse Dovey to change his brief. Roughly.

:D

 

[The Cuntess]

Run Dovey RUN

 

[Blandscape]

But let's get back to Nurse Dovey....

Got your mind firmly on your kink today, I see.

he said he’s a graphic designer. Lord, I hollered

He wants Nurse Dovey to change his brief. Roughly.

:D

No, not dat, but sumffing resembling a beauty that I once found in my own youth. One that cannot be compromised by mere logic, but one confronted by the hope that one day you can find it.

 

[Blandscape]

Hope, yeah dat...simple hope.

 

[Dove]

Actually I was casting my mind back to Nico, Dovey, and I suddenly recalled how beautiful she is. It kinda struck me Nurse Dovey, that there is beauty out there somewhere.

I see it in my wife and daughters obviously, but then I still want to hoard that beauty to myself. I find it hard to give away.

So you see me as competition?

 

[Blandscape]

Is there still that kinda beauty out there. Nico beauty.

 

[Blandscape]

Femme fatales and smoking rooms filled with intrigue and suspenders?

 

[Dove]

Is there still that kinda beauty out there. Nico beauty.

I think Nico is dead.

I'm sure she was beautiful until the Factory got into her and that Jim Morrison thing. I actually find that part of American culture to be icky and disturbing.

Who is the Nurse, Blandy?

Say it.

Now.

 

[Blandscape]

Is there still that kinda beauty out there. Nico beauty.

I think Nico is dead.

I'm sure she was beautiful until the Factory got into her and that Jim Morrison thing. I actually find that part of American culture to be icky and disturbing.

Of course you do, you want to rob me of my hope, dat's what ye do. I know Nico is dead, it was the memory of her that I was elucidating.

 

[Blandscape]

And her ability to belt out a tune wiff no musical experience whatsoever.

 

[Blandscape]

And make it sound like a sound from the ages.

 

[Dove]

Is there still that kinda beauty out there. Nico beauty.

I think Nico is dead.

I'm sure she was beautiful until the Factory got into her and that Jim Morrison thing. I actually find that part of American culture to be icky and disturbing.

Of course you do, you want to rob me of my hope, dat's what ye do. I know Nico is dead, it was the memory of her that I was elucidating.

Are you good and bent over yet?

You hear that sound of snapping latex?

Tell me how MAD you are that I get all the pretty women. Did Nurse Dovey crush your dreams?