salad insane

I find that lots of freshly grated black pepper is essential for spicing up a salad, yoghurt and mint is the perfect dressing - if not, freshly grate some parmesan and then drizzle everything with balsamic vinegar
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if you want extra crunch (no, not a Crunchie! that's elsewhere) toast some sesame seeds, pumkin seeds, linseed, pinenuts and scatter them all over. . .

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand?
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming ?
Is this burning an eternal flame?

I believe it's meant to be, darling
I watch you when you are sleeping
You belong with me
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

Say my name. sun shines through the rain
My whole life so lonely
And then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling. . .

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand ?
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
But is this burning an eternal flame?

.

THE BANGLES

..

.

Can we try to salvage what we can
From the weight of water and sand
It lifts us up again
Well this world is spinning out of control
I'm bracing just to keep hold
As the clouds move in
With a driving wind so strong
Could it be that we're lost at sea
And we're drowning under the stars
Up to me I would ride this wave
Before we drift too far
What a lonely way to be
Lost at sea
Like a star in a night filled with tears
Make the sadness disappear
'Cause you're all that I hold dear
Well you walk
Never ever looking back
One defends and one attacks
There's a thousand reasons to begin again
Could it be that we're lost at sea
And we're drowning under the stars
Up to me I would ride this wave
Before we drift too far
Take my hand, come to me
Save a life, rescue you, rescue me
.

what a combination

pinch punch, first of the month
... NO RETURNS...

a pinch and a kick for being so quick!

a punch in the eye for being so sly!

AND

TGIFriday and/or "POETS" day*

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(*piss off early, tomorrow's Saturday)

so, please, do help yourself to the almost obligatory (unless you have a very good excuse) chocolate, popcorn (salted, buttered, sugared - as you like it) from the sidebar, or for those on a diet (that's a good excuse) skip the calories and read a piece of poetry. . .

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

.

SHAKESPEARE

another combination

Are you breathing
What I'm breathing
Are your wishes
The same as mine
Are you needing
What I'm needing
I'm waiting for a sign

My hands tremble
My heart aches
Is it you calling
Is it you calling
If I'm alone in this I don't think I can face
The consequences of falling

Are you thinking
What I'm thinking
Does your pulse
Quicken like mine
Are you dreaming
What I'm dreaming
I can't read your mind

One step towards you
Two steps back
Feels like I'm crawling
Feels like I'm crawling

If I'm alone in this
I don't think I can face
The consequences of falling

.

KD LANG

or

.

What have I got to do to make you love me?
What have I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me?
What have I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word?
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
.
What do I do to make you love me?
What have I got to do to be heard?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
What have I got to do?
What have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word?

..

as sung by KD LANG and SIR ELTON JOHN
.

or just SIR ELTON

or, perhaps, ELTON and GEORGE
singing about the sun

or the story of my life:

You are far,
When I could have been your star,
You listened to people,
Who scared you to death, and from my heart,
Strange that you were strong enough,
To even make a start,
But you'll never find
Peace of mind,
Till you listen to your heart,
People,
You can never change the way they feel,
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will,
If you let them,
Steal your heart from you,
People,
Will always make a lover feel a fool,
But you knew I loved you,
We could have shown them all,
We should have seen love through,
Fooled me with the tears in your eyes,
Covered me with kisses and lies,
So goodbye,
But please don't take my heart,
You are far,
I'm never gonna be your star,
I'll pick up the pieces
And mend my heart,
Maybe I'll be strong enough,
I don't know where to start,
But I'll never find
Peace of mind,
While I listen to my heart,
People,
You can never change the way they feel,
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will,
If you let them,
Steal your heart,
And people,
Will always make a lover feel a fool,
But you knew I loved you,
We could have shown them all
.
But remember this,
Every other kiss,
That you ever give
Long as we both live
When you need the hand of another man,
One you really can surrender with,
I will wait for you,
Like I always do,
There's something there,
That can't compare with any other
,
You are far,
When I could have been your star,
You listened to people,
Who scared you to death, and from my heart,
Strange that I was wrong enough,
To think you'd love me too.
.
I guess you were kissing a fool,
You must have been kissing a fool.

GEORGE MICHAEL

"nuts. . .

. . .whole hazelnuts!
somebody take 'em
'n' dey cover 'em in chocolate"

.

(one nut covered in chocolate)

as you (may) know (it depends how far back you are, and whether you've been paying attention or scribbling doodles in your margins), I've only recently arrived where I am (XCH's rather-swish-it-has-to-be-said, not-quite-penthouse, thank-you-very-much-but-it's-not-my-home bachelor pad) and he only recently left

now, on the household front (where I have some experience, 'cos I don't on the bachelor bit, and I've lived in a "flat", but not an "apartment" - it's very important to get the terminology right) (apparently) (which is proving quite challenging for a girl whose brain was recently induced to seizure and currently has a dictionary of blanks instead of her normal semantic recall) apart from the fact he never seems to clean his fridge, he doesn't really do grocery shopping either. . .

such a bloke (I digress)
(but we'll let him off, just for the moment)
(digressing again) (where were we?)
(oh! I remember, XCH's pad
thinking about nutrition)

however, he survives (nutritionally, at least) on two staple items: potatoes (he's Irish) and chocolate

whilst he doesn't share the former with anyone (mainly because he cooks and eats them all at every meal, so there are none left - altho he will share them with you if you turn up just before, or during, the meal, but that's another story completely) (cos I can see you're loosing both the plot and the will to live while I rattle on aimlessly) (nice doodle tho!), I'm sure he won't mind me sharing the latter with you (yes! YOU!!), he's a generous sort. . .

and for anyone on a diet, here's a different kind of ripple:
.

“Each time a man stands up for an ideal
or acts to improve the lot of others
or strikes out against injustice,
he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope,
and crossing each other
from a million different centers of energy and daring,
those ripples build a current
that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”-
.
ROBERT F KENNEDY .

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Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
.
.
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
.
.
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longin’ to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
.
.
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream of me
.

as sung by ELLA
.

as sung by LOUIS
.

as sung by THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feelin' that somethin' ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wonderin' how I'll get down the stairs,

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right,
Here I am
Stuck in the middle with
Yes I'm,
Stuck in the middle with you.
.
And I'm wonderin' what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losin' control,
Yeah I'm all over the place.

Well
You started off with nothin'and your proud that you're a self-made man
and your family all come callin'
Slap you on the back and say
Plea -ea -ea -ease,
Plea-ea-ea-ease
.
Tryin' to make some sense of it all,
But I can see it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
I don't think that I can take anymore.

Plea-ea-ea-ease,
Plea-ea-ea-ease

Yes
I'm,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm,
Stuck in the middle with you . . .

.

as sung by
STEALER'S WHEELS? (the original)
THE STEVE MILLER BAND?
GERRY RAFFERTY?

BOB DYLAN?

THE JEFF HEALEY BAND?

*happy sigh*: it's Friday

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it's a help-your-self-
(cos-if-you-don't-noone-else-will)
-pic-n-mix today!

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of course, there Crunchies in the side bar ---->

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also lots of different kindsa popcorn
(including SALTED for ms mel,
cos we know she likes it that way!)
..

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for ziggi, I tracked down some
chocolate elephants. . .
.

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(last week zigz enquired about
chocolate-covered elephants,
but I didn't think she meant the real thing. . .)
(four legs, but not quite a horse, eh z baby!)

anyone with more savoury tastes?
how about some peanuts:

rebooted. . .

. . .kinda

I feel very odd actually, everything is quite vague and I'm not really sure about things I feel I ought to know. . .

like:

how my laptop works,

why I seem to be unable to talk to anyone here,

what my problem with attending
"group therapy sessions" is,

why I want a bath and not a shower,

why I was so extraordinarily hungry this morning
and had a three-course breakfast,

why there is a jar of peanut butter
propping my window open,

what will happen when I go "home",

will I ever have sex again,

what am I going to do with myself in September
and thereafter
(if I make it thru the summer, that is)
(which I probably will,
now I'm in the care of The Good Doctor)
when Smallest Person goes to secondary school,
.

when will the neurofen I took for
my splitting headache
take effect. . .

.
anyhow, enough of my trivia!

I think I need to have a little nap and let my neurons settle down; everything is feeling slightly frazzled and bleary

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I'll catch you later
.

:-)

dylan, the crazy rabbit

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le manege enchante

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