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Miss Mills (For Mel)
Miss Mills loves pills,
it matters not what kind they are.
They always give her a thrill,
she giggles, and jiggles like cherry Jell-O,
as they make her trip, fall, and see stars.
One day she sayz to Cecil baby,
“’D’ could you do a flavor for me
and roll me up a nice spot of tea,
or maybe some pane?”
Cecil ‘D’ sayz,
“baby, that’ll make you go sane.
Here’s a PSA, do you know
what that stuff does to your brain?
‘sides I never knew you liked
L. S. Me but, whatever will be will be.
Did you know that D. Day was gay
(or at least she was often happy)?
Rock baby was anyway:
both liked to suck on Johnny Blue,
it made their pills go down smooth,
yeah baby, the “Breakfast of Champ-peons”,
or is that pee-ons, oh well, piss on it!
Here’s your window glass,
a rising Phoenix on someone’s ass.
Make sure you don’t cut yourself,
it’ll cause a lot of pane pain,
with or without Johnny in your veins.
Drink, snort, shoot up, it’s all the same,
it’s all good, baby.
––Erthona
Disc-claim-her: The link between Mel and this is obscure and known to very few people, so do not be drawing assumptions where they doughnut exists (besides as they have no corporeal existence it is a most difficult thing to do well, unless of course you are a trained assumption drawer, not to be confused with consumption, i.e., TB) . As the words for this "poem" came from my pea sized brain being smashed, and a small amount of pea essence dribbled out my nose, which I put on the shelf and which promptly began speaking the above words verbatim. I had to listen a number of times before I got the words correct. Shortly after I did, the green pea goop vanished in a small cloud of green smoke, and was never heard from again. Sad, but true. This of course was not my muse, it was Leanne's, but as she hates it, kicks it, and pepper sprays it, if often comes to visit me. I unfortunately feel sorry for it and let it ramble. Due to it's addled pate, from the beatings it say very little that is coherent. Just consider this the end game of muse abuse. dale
©2014
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(11-06-2014, 06:05 AM)Erthona Wrote: Miss Mills (For Mel)
Miss Mills loves pills,
it matters not what kind they are.
They always give her a thrill,
she giggles, and jiggles like cherry Jell-O,
as they make her trip, fall, and see stars.
One day she sayz to Cecil baby,
“’D’ could you do a flavor for me
and roll me up a nice spot of tea,
or maybe some pane?”
Cecil ‘D’ sayz,
“baby, that’ll make you go sane.
Here’s a PSA, do you know
what that stuff does to your brain?
‘sides I never knew you liked
L. S. Me but, whatever will be will be.
Did you know that D. Day was gay
(or at least she was often happy)?
Rock baby was anyway:
both liked to suck on Johnny Blue,
it made their pills go down smooth,
yeah baby, the “Breakfast of Champ-peons”,
or is that pee-ons, oh well, piss on it!
Here’s your window glass,
a rising Phoenix on someone’s ass.
Make sure you don’t cut yourself,
it’ll cause a lot of pane pain,
with or without Johnny in your veins.
Drink, snort, shoot up, it’s all the same,
it’s all good, baby.
––Erthona
Disc-claim-her: The link between Mel and this is obscure and known to very few people, so do not be drawing assumptions where they doughnut exists (besides as they have no corporeal existence it is a most difficult thing to do well, unless of course you are a trained assumption drawer, not to be confused with consumption, i.e., TB) . As the words for this "poem" came from my pea sized brain being smashed, and a small amount of pea essence dribbled out my nose, which I put on the shelf and which promptly began speaking the above words verbatim. I had to listen a number of times before I got the words correct. Shortly after I did, the green pea goop vanished in a small cloud of green smoke, and was never heard from again. Sad, but true. This of course was not my muse, it was Leanne's, but as she hates it, kicks it, and pepper sprays it, if often comes to visit me. I unfortunately feel sorry for it and let it ramble. Due to it's addled pate, from the beatings it say very little that is coherent. Just consider this the end game of muse abuse. dale
©2014
Morning Dale,
Had a good night's sleep? I am now convinced that you have gone completely mad...but in a good way. What is this? Pane, pain? Bread, perhaps? Obscurity taken to a whole new level.
OK. Looking at this one full on I can take away a genre. Dylan could sing it and most would accept the crazy nuances BUT I feel I would STILL need to know what was deliberate and what not. So:
S2 D'could. Explain please. I don't get it. Is it gettable? Does it matter?
S2 roll a spot? Or pane?
The hell with it. Jump to the end "explanation". Nope. The explanation is worse than the piece.
Ah well, these things happen. Go back to bed and sleep it off...a nice hit cur of pane should get you if in no rime.
Brest,
tictock(concerned)
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i thought the explanation was part of the poem, he could make a film about it 
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Tom,
As you know I abhor explanations, but just for you. All was deliberate, every little thing. Nothing left to chance here.
(Cecil B. DeMille) Cecil B. "D" Mills, so L.S. ME = LSD (Lysergic acid diethylamide).
Pane = "Window Pane" = LSD, Acid, blotter. Doing "Pane" (LSD) will cause you "Pain".
Tea = pot, weed, marry wanda, (Cannabis, marijuana, tetrahydrocannabinol) Roll me up a spot of tea = roll me up a joint.
Although you didn't ask: Johnny Blue = "Johnny Walker Blue" an over priced blended whiskey of unsavory origin drunk by rich people without the palate to separate the taste of acid from ice cream.
The end is not suppose to be an explanation it is as it says, a disc claim her (disclaimer).
No need to be concerned, I am just as insane as ever I was, plus I can still distinguish when people are really nuts. I had picked my ex-wife up and was driving her over to my house to give her back her car and a middle-aged woman was out in the street trying to flag us down. I felt it would be a bad idea to acquiesce, but my ex-wife wanted to stop and find out. Sure enough, as soon as this woman had opened her mouth I knew she was a psych job off her meds. She started off with this story about how she had been robbed and raped last night, and I said I would dial 911, and she said, no the cops had already been there and they didn't believe her. According to her these guys who robbed and raped her also stole her phone (which of course would be nice of them, giving the cops an easy way to track them down) and she just needed me to call her a cab, as she leaned on my door and blew her cigarette smoke in my face. Although I did not say it, I was thinking, if these guys stole your phone how did you manage to call the cops in order for them to come out and tell you they didn't believe you, despite the fact that would violate pretty much all police procedure. Instead I called her a cab and told them that one Bonnie Cross of 3200 Plantation Road needed their services post haste, and they laconically responded that they would dispatch the first available cab to her location. After making the call, she realized that there were several other calls I could make for her. However I just then realized that I was in quite a rush to be somewhere and so I was sorry but I would have to deny her request, and thus I rapidly extricated myself from her increasingly unpleasant presence. You might notice that I told a bit of a lie there, and wonder if I feel bad telling such a poor wretch a falsehood. However no, I do not feel bad in the least as she started out the conversation with a lie, I felt no obligation to tell her the truth about anything. Plus she was creepy, smelly and kept trying to grasp my arm and I just wanted to get the hell away. So there. Usually I'm much better at rationalizations, but for some reason, I just don't care like putting in the energy to craft a good one today.
The higher, the fewer (and who wants to be alone when the die?)
Dale
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(11-07-2014, 03:30 AM)Erthona Wrote: Tom,
As you know I abhor explanations, but just for you. All was deliberate, every little thing. Nothing left to chance here.
(Cecil B. DeMille) Cecil B. "D" Mills, so L.S. ME = LSD (Lysergic acid diethylamide).
Pane = "Window Pane" = LSD, Acid, blotter. Doing "Pane" (LSD) will cause you "Pain".
Tea = pot, weed, marry wanda, (Cannabis, marijuana, tetrahydrocannabinol) Roll me up a spot of tea = roll me up a joint.
Although you didn't ask: Johnny Blue = "Johnny Walker Blue" an over priced blended whiskey of unsavory origin drunk by rich people without the palate to separate the taste of acid from ice cream.
The end is not suppose to be an explanation it is as it says, a disc claim her (disclaimer).
No need to be concerned, I am just as insane as ever I was, plus I can still distinguish when people are really nuts. I had picked my ex-wife up and was driving her over to my house to give her back her car and a middle-aged woman was out in the street trying to flag us down. I felt it would be a bad idea to acquiesce, but my ex-wife wanted to stop and find out. Sure enough, as soon as this woman had opened her mouth I knew she was a psych job off her meds. She started off with this story about how she had been robbed and raped last night, and I said I would dial 911, and she said, no the cops had already been there and they didn't believe her. According to her these guys who robbed and raped her also stole her phone (which of course would be nice of them, giving the cops an easy way to track them down) and she just needed me to call her a cab, as she leaned on my door and blew her cigarette smoke in my face. Although I did not say it, I was thinking, if these guys stole your phone how did you manage to call the cops in order for them to come out and tell you they didn't believe you, despite the fact that would violate pretty much all police procedure. Instead I called her a cab and told them that one Bonnie Cross of 3200 Plantation Road needed their services post haste, and they laconically responded that they would dispatch the first available cab to her location. After making the call, she realized that there were several other calls I could make for her. However I just then realized that I was in quite a rush to be somewhere and so I was sorry but I would have to deny her request, and thus I rapidly extricated myself from her increasingly unpleasant presence. You might notice that I told a bit of a lie there, and wonder if I feel bad telling such a poor wretch a falsehood. However no, I do not feel bad in the least as she started out the conversation with a lie, I felt no obligation to tell her the truth about anything. Plus she was creepy, smelly and kept trying to grasp my arm and I just wanted to get the hell away. So there. Usually I'm much better at rationalizations, but for some reason, I just don't care like putting in the energy to craft a good one today.
The higher, the fewer (and who wants to be alone when the die?)
Dale Oh good...well that's all right then....thank goodness it is much as I suspected. I quite like JWB.
Best,
tectak
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I dunno what I had to do with his delusions, but hey, it was a fun ride....
PS....my ex brother in law is named Cecil Mills.....weird, no?
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Mel,
"PS....my ex brother in law is named Cecil Mills.....weird, no? "
Well that stuff's the bonnet up the pig's snout  (and other cute colloquialisms that might apply from the rural South, where they still name their cars "the General Lee")
As far as it's relation to you, it's simply a naming conventions...that's all. I just didn't want anyone to think I was describing your drug habits (everyone knows you only do morphine with clean points), or that you were actually married to Cecil B. deMille (famous movie maker, director of the movie "the ten commandments"), which would be impossible as he was already dead (1956) by the time you were born. Ah the stuff of legend, baby girl, the stuff of legend! Sigh.
Billy,
I replied to you, but evidently forgot to press the post reply button. Now I'll never know what I said
Tom,
Really! Well in that case, send me a bottle. I haven't had any since Jerry Jones sent me a bottle last Christmas, although my preference is for unblended scotch...sorta like Tam...in that he is an unblended Scot.
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Yes, Dale sweetie, I knew who you were talking about. I am keenly aware that stuff happened before I was born (and alot of it was good.) I do love my morphine.
Let me see if I can get my attachment to attach now.
love ya,
melicious.
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FFS it did that like 3 times in a row and it was just a pic. I HOPE the stupid video says up......much longer than I wanted to post, but what I can do?
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It's staying up now. You did a good job, but now I can't go anywhere. Too much Hollywood!
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and why not? Got a stiffy?
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You should know. BTW I did do a poem on gapeseed, the Anatine one was from yesterday. I put the gapeseed in with " Caroline is Anatine" to save space.  Oh yeah, it rhymes and everything.
dale
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