I want the world to know my secret

Greengrass beer

Why are you doing this? Leave us be at the bottom of the board, we're hardly doing any harm.

Go and play with the big lads at the top of the board if you want to feel big and clever. Silly children. You'll be kept in at playtime for this.
 
Friends come in bunches, like thorns

> Oo! That's so scary! You tiresome individual. Isn't WWF on TV
> now? Isn't that your mom calling?

> Reservoir x

Threatened? Good. Tiresome, well I get it from you, what is more "tiresome" than your thread. I can't wait to see what you'll do next buttercup.

*smooches*
 
Ipso Facto

> Why are you doing this? Leave us be at the bottom of the board,
> we're hardly doing any harm.

Succinct sentiments, my gorgeous Little Miss Lovely. Go and exchange trailerpark trash insults with the rest of the occupants of Hicksville USA. You know where to find them elsewhere on this board. Leave Little Miss Fab Lolly and myself to ourselves. We're gentle folk. We harm nobody. Stop and smell the roses, but don't trample on them.
"Pockets" x
 
Stalingrad 1942

> Threatened? Good. Tiresome, well I get it from you, what is more
> "tiresome" than your thread. I can't wait to see what
> you'll do next buttercup.

My apathy is the ultimate weapon. Sorry, I've forgotten your name...
 
Bottle rockets to the moon

> Why are you doing this?

Because, as about 40 of us have said, TAKE IT PRIVATE! This is a Morrissey Solo message board. Until you go it will go on forever. So get used to it, or leave.

>Leave us be at the bottom of the board,
> we're hardly doing any harm.

All the harm in boring the hell out of 60 people. Bug off!

> Go and play with the big lads at the top of the board if you
> want to feel big and clever. Silly children.

"silly children" The pot calling the kettle black. It won't stop until you leave.

>You'll be kept in
> at playtime for this.

Good I always hate the rain, it spoils my tulips

*smooches*
 
These boots were make for stomping

Whatever whatever whatever
 
Razorblazes for your hat

She's right. Leave us alone, this is private, just like my ass.

*smooches*
 
Boston 1786

I am you. Now get lost there's not room for both of us here.
 
A Time of Innocence

So get lost or........make your decision. I am you, it's impossible for me to stop.
 
Re: A Time of Innocence

Ok, then it's war, I'll aim my raindrop slingshot at your eye.
 
Dewdrops my ass

Get ready cause this is going to go on until you're gone.

*smooches*
 
We shall not be moved

Hand in Glove
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's us

Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me

And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care

Kiss My Shades

Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have

And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care

Kiss My Shades ... oh ...

So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath

For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ...

Hold my hand x x x
 
Candy Soldiers

FINALLY! You've managed to include SOME Moz content in your posts! Hooray, it was worth all of the hassle for this moment. Thank you. FINALLY! Thank you. I really mean that, you have made my night.

*smooches*
 
King Midas in Reverse

> FINALLY! You've managed to include SOME Moz content in your
> posts!

Who is this "Moz" then? What's that all about? I thought this message board was a private love-in for Little Miss Insideout and the Magic Fairy?

Astra Twice x
 
Re: PESTILENCE!

> kiss my pee-pee! Kiss it!

This cinderella isn't the same cinderella that said this! Would the first the last the only say pee-pee?! No I would say cock or throbbing great Phallus or some such other. Believe what you must I know in my black embittered heart the sound of truth, I need not the validation of they.

Pee-pee - really kittens!
 
Re: Two months

> Lickable trolls gliding under my seascape bridge. I want to let
> them seep into my eyes but I can't stop the dripping between
> your legs from scaring them away. Come to me and make it all
> painful, share your sexual deases, I want to share the sores and
> scars. You kneel between my legs, I let you unzip my pants. I'll
> tell you what to do. Suck me, suck me good hoar!

The spelling is whore.
 
Re: Tinkering with your satin shoes

> Oh no, = ) until you leave I'm using your name. *smooches* So,
> move over or move out.

There is animosity and animosity. Intelligent, well informed people with ridiculous banter and then dumb, real, pig-f.uckery bigots. Like you. I don't care who you really are or what you are trying to do, I just wanted to say that intentional or not your attitude is pathogenous, If this is your dominant personality - may you have a very long and miserable life. You do not even deserve the mercy of death, however I do suggest you kill all of your friends.

You are a satyr amongst hyperions.
 
Re: Hornet's Nest

The Beggars - Sylvia Plath - 1956.

Nightfall, cold eye - neither disheartens
These goatish tragedians who
Hawk misfortune like figs and chickens

And, plaintiff against each day, decry
Nature's partial, haphazard thumb.
Under white wall and Moorish window

Grief's honest grimace, debased by time,
Caricatures itself and thrives
On the coins of pity. at random

A beggar stops among eggs and loaves,
Props a leg-stump upon a crutch,
Jiggles his tin cup at the goodwives.

By lack and loss these beggars encroach
On spirits tenderer than theirs,
Suffering-toughened beyond the fetch

Of finest conscience.

Nightfall obscures
The bay's sheer, extravagant blue,
White house and almond grove. The beggars

Outlast their evilest star, wryly
And with a perfidious verve
Baffle the dark, the pitying eye.

Dear real one, genuine once came up between us, we both are! x
 
Syd Barrett's bike pump

Death to The Hub! Another miserable night in P-l-F when I should have been in the arms of the one I love. Life is cruel.

Ping x
 
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