romance enygmatic is lost on too many people these days. As if every day has to bring a new bouquet of roses. That gets tiring after a while, and it seems to me it's more a show of money than love. There seems to be too much of a separation between love and romance. Maybe romance is dead. 990408 ... oodles Romance isn't dead. It's alive and well. Although it may not take the same form as Romeo scaling the walls to reach Juliet, it has the same heart. Many people are hopeless romantics, they just need the right person to shower with affection. 000203 ... silentbob she was having the worst pains she could possibly have. I sat next to her and made her feel better, because that's what i thought i was supposed to do. it's what needed to be done. and she could hardly believe i sat next to her and never left her side, because apparently others had, or maybe others would have. but i stayed next to her, because even though it hurt me to see her in pain, pain i could never understand (less i got hit in the nuts, that is) i couldn't stand being away from her, so i stayed. 000613 ... vermouth So I'm knocking on strangers doors in suburbia for money (what a lovely job), when a horrible yapping dog lunges at me out of the shadowy bushes, stopping me in my tracks. Should I go on to ring this doorbell? Should I move on? The dog is straining against his tether, a foot from my bare ankles. A woman comes out of her house wrapped in a quilted floral housecoat and terytowel slippers and a skull-melting cloud of rum vapours. She is a beautiful woman in her fifties. She lives alone. She is totally incoherent. In the autumn dusk, smelling of dying leaves and imminent cold, beneath the porchlight, a spoiled kid staring into the face of an afterschool special. What could be more romantic than that? 000907 ... splinken "it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a cock and here's a cunt and here's trouble." from "this then--" by Charles Bukowski 000918 ... grendel for all my debauched experiences i am more intrigued by the simplest and most innocent things anymore. these things set my mind reeling: a smile a glance a sweetly spoken greeting. has the scope of my experience made me so jaded hav become an innocent again? 000918 ... correction tape grendel ...so jaded that i have become an innocent again? 000918 ... Tank i often wonder that myself grendel... 000918 ... splinken i like: 1. arguments 2. name-calling 3. trouble 4. to hop fences 5. ticklefights 6. staring contests romance is boring. 000918 ... girl :::laughs bitterly::: 010823 ... Butterfly Collector Romance exists. It happens to other people all the time. 020606 ... cresentwhench Ditto Butterfly Collector!!! 021025 ... cresentwhench Ditto Butterfly!!! 021025 ... littleidiot not sure if it exists anymore... 021121 ... carlita ... the name of my boyfriend's cologne. makes me want him like you wouldn't believe... 030529 ... emmi i know your schemes like i know fig trees and snow at the hotel new york and pink eye-shadow called 'romance' and pearly toes your hands are warm like newborn puppies scratching mine in yours you hold a normal conversation and your sad, sad eyes see reality knows no lies for which i'm grateful, as i leave it behind spilling my tea and packing light. 040421 ... Derghaust John told Angela over and over how much he loved her. Then he kissed her right temple with a single round from his revolver, and there was an explosion of roses. 040507 ... JustOnMonday The question is not whether romance exists anymore, the question is do people know how to show it without be told how by a magazine, computer, television, or movie. The world no longer knows how to think or feel. People are romantic when they are told to be- anniversaries, Valentine's Day, weddings, etc. The world no longer lives in the moment and goes with their emotions. Everyone waits for the proper time to be "romantic," like good robots. But being romantic is being spontaneous and caught up in the moment, being in love. 040608 ... pete professor emberely points to erotic romance as the greatest cause of injustice in this world. but he loves erotic conversation and thought. what a class! (i rather enjoy socrates) 040609 ... emmi i like what JustOnMonday said...it's a good point. though my mum and stepdad usually use anniversaries and v-day to have their arguments...ironic i guess, considering they don't argue much at all otherwise. 040703 ... belly fire even in gridlock butterflies were busy finding each other the wild loop-d-loops in the wildflowers along the highway a tumbling romance of pheromones and august heat 050810 ... mad bird not for lack of effort and intent, but i am a crashing failure as a romantic. plus, it's not a lot of fun to lead with your heart if the person on whom your heart is set can't help but mention that they've apparently been getting all misty over someone else's cum stains O, the tenderness! 050810 ... belly fire his romance is a sweetness undeserved with my moody faces and dour outlooks his coos and cuddles are warm and succulent even in his sleep I can press my body against his back and sup from his heat something I find I cannot do without thus the romance is a simple one however deviously addictive 051116 ... jio jio 100215 what's it to you? who go blather from