One of them took off minutes ago. Don't know if he had a date, had to head for work handing out insect mail, or simply was fed up with the music I'm playing. Anyway, he took off. Like I care!
Of course I need her. What point is there with love if you don't miss her when she's gone? But I was with her for weeks, and it was only a few days ago we parted.
There are two of them above my head, have been there for ages on the ceiling, in the exact same position, so it doesn't take a genius to figure out they've gone to sleep.
But how comfortable can it be to sleep upside down hanging from a ceiling? It's not like there's no spots in this place of mine where they could simply hide over night. I very rarely go behind the telly, they could shack up behind my telly and I'd never know I had uninvited guests staying over.
It’s summer, late night, the blackbird song of the park from other side of these rooftops is since long silent. Heaven’s splash of golden glitter, earlier today passing through the thin almost invisible clouds, is of this day’s past as well. Debussy’s Clair de Lune, a magic kind of music, moves through the room, sways between the walls.
Yes, it’s summer, the mute swan lowed down the bay, but no more does it low. Flowers and green grass soften my paces, a carpet under the footsteps. It is the time for love, a time to invite someone for loveable kisses, and an embrace which keeps her safe, near, at peace whatever turmoil the world might offer elsewhere.
It’s not a time to be cheap with amorous offers, I will not be. While love-hungry crowds pass by in search of passion and a cure for their pain, their longing for someone they’re yet to have is so evident, it’s time for me to devour her lips, sink deep into the delight of knowing that I’m lost on purpose in every reason she gives me to lose myself in her.
There’s a sough through the treetops of the pines outside, which reminds me of a special air. My head to her shoulder an early morning, half-awake both of us, her hair covering my face, and I breathing through it. The scent of heavenly happiness she was.
Oh, it's no different, for sure. Of course they must file paper work. But they do it under the table. They will find someone very keen on buying and sort it out.
Pose this scenario:
You have your place on offer for £100,000 to begin with, the man toys about for two weeks and then tells you it's a bit high why no one's been interested, so his advice is for you to go down to £90,000.
Meanwhile, he knows that he can easilly get £100,000, or even more, so he finds a buyer who is more than willing to pay, which he tells that among all the bidders, he will make sure they get the place, regardless of someone else outbidding, as long as they pay £10,000 on the side.
Everyone, but you selling, is happy. They get the house for £100,000, even though someone placed a bid for £102,000, the thief got £10,000 plus commission, while you got £90,000.
And of course, someone bidding £102,000, the agency might switch to them and see if they can not fish out £12,000 from one buyer instead of the £10,000 from another.
You know, often they'll do that as a tactic, make sure that no one shows for a few weeks, to make you lower your asking price, but towards potential clients they will keep your initial price and pocket the difference.
Unless you’re still in the midst of that one your first love, grateful for it and want to express how fortunate you are, never can imagine anything better, why would you want to know? If you’re not, wouldn’t you want to fall even deeper?
If I met someone and there was the slightest hint of her comparing me to some other love she fell in, in the past, I’d take her to the chairs and say:
“Look, if this isn’t enough, if you’re not feeling what you felt before, if you’re searching inside how big this might be and if it is anywhere near that first big, it means that you’re still not over that first one, and I’m no second fiddle to any old ended relationship. I hate to go, but I’m on that jet plane, gone, here’s a last kiss for now and I’m on my way. You know where to find me, but only find me when you know for sure, else leave me be”
You want me to double the pleasure for her? She's been sent to heaven and back every time as it is, what, you want me to send her into orbit around the seven passions of ultimate satisfaction and mess her up forever?
I'm going to enter threads and post "I fail to see the point with this thread", and that's it. I think it might become a new trend, something that catches on, and perhaps makes me rich.
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RE: Is organized religion based entirely on fear?
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