romeo_and_juliet amy this is a little sappy, but the theme from romeo and juliet is playing on the KCRW internet broadcast right now, as i write and read. forbidden love. 000105 ... amyalso a lovestruck romeo sings the streets a serenade.... juliet says hey romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack. you can't go around sneakin up on people like that and anyway whatcha gonna do about it. 000105 ... Barrett Dumb kids. 001121 ... girl_jane I went to see a production of this today with a bunch of other kids that are involved in speech and drama from my school. The show was great. However, the bus ride will be more memorable than the show. It was a two hour bus ride one way, and about 1/2 hour from our destination, the special ed girl that was with us puked all over herself. She was sitting right behind me. Our teacher had to go to kmart to buy her clothes that didn't stink. I felt bad for everybody on the bus...it smelled. Then, on the way back, she was fine, but a friend of mine didn't feel very well. So he at least got the trash can near him. He puked too. He was sitting right in front of me. So, yeah, now I'll always associate 'Romeo and Juliet' with vomit that smells of peanut butter m&m's. What a pity, it's a damn good show. 020211 ... farmfish diggin this you kill me. i am now your biggest fan. that is so fuckin' funny, but poignant too. just the way it is. at least they stopped to help her and get her into some clean clothes. right on girl_jane keep seeing the way you do and capturin' this peculiar beauty. freakin' amazin' shit. 020211 ... girl_jane wahoo! I have a fan. I feel special. Thank you! 020211 ... Arwyn that was so bloody funny! Brilliant! 020211 ... girl_jane It wasn't funny at the time. At the time it was gross and smelly. Looking back on it, it was quite humorous. Well, I'm happy my day has provided amusement for you all. 020211 ... pushpins it was lust. if they had time to figure out that they just wanted a reason to rebel from their families and have wild sex while their at it, they wouldnt have bothered with all this death for love bullshit. they deserved to die if they were THAT dumb. even IM not that bad. (thats saying a LOT) 020211 ... pushpins while THEY'RE* at it. sorry about that. i might be losing my mind. 020211 ... dire straits A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it ? Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that Anyway what you gonna do about it ? Juliet the dice were loaded from the start And I bet and you exploded in my heart And I forget the movie song When you wanna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ? Come up on differents streets they both were streets of shame Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals ? Where you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything you promised me think and thin Now you just says oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ? I can't do the talk like they talk on TV And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you I can't do anything except be in love with you And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All do is keep the beat and bad company All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme Julie I'd do the stars with you any time Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ? A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it ? 020426 ... stork daddy well babe...how bout it? 020426 ... Daria love to, stork, but my mom wouldn't like you. All the better. Anyways, I love that story. "tis well known I am a pretty peice of flesh" That's my fav line. 020426 ... stork daddy my favorite line is the one winding around the block waiting for your favor milady...i'll stand in it anyday 020426 ... imposter Would have (should have) worked. Can-will. Failure through no fault of their own except miscommunication. . . . 030908 ... broken cherry hailed as the ultimate romantic tradgedy, but you break it down and it's all a load of shit. Nobody would find that a beautiful story if it were now, if Juliet had been going to see a counsellor they would have told her how she could compromise, or how she should consider her youth and the likely fleetingness of the affections of this naive boy and choose a path for herself, on her own. He would have had grief counselling or something and had another girlfriend a few weeks later, or at least a fuck buddy. Nobody really believes in true love anymore, no one lives for the sake of love. Love isn't a reason for doing anything. It's all shit. 030908 ... neesh don't say that :( she once compared us (unintentionally) to romeo and juliet. it was probably about right, though we seem to have cooled into something more concrete now. feels weird after so much fire. doomed before we even started, so we never did start, never will now i expect. perhaps it was just that the time was wrong? a modern tragedy: boy and girl meet, boy thinks he loves girl and tells her (much trouble ensues, she's going out with one of his friends; she doesn't love him), boy finds out he really does love her, more than he could have imagined, girl finds she loves boy too in equally immeasurable measure, they stay friends. they ARE each others counsellors and wards. they won't get over their feelings for each other, and these feelings are not compromisable, nor fleeting. three fundamental facts: 1. nothing lasts forever 2. love is eternal and 3. it never obeys the rules. all our acts are acts of love for each other. love isn't a means or an end. it is us, embodied through us. 030909 ... misstree love, of all things, has the right to be beautiful, tragic, and irrational. 030909 ... oldephebe the quintessential literary embodiment of romantic trajedy - she was 14 and he not much older - these are our secular scripture, our tutors to the muse, our high quixotic ambition, poised ever on that premonitory, one breath and we'll fall - that's it how the hell else could i sustain one love beyond all others for decades, after marraige and death and divorce windfall and woe there is still that implacable yearning that unequaled rapture of those few months, still unmet unchallenged and i will carry this down through the decades juliet with her eloquence and hyperbolic heart.. there is on those occassions something wrong written in the sky and we the pawns of that churlish cherubic misbegotten miscreant fated to play out these parts cupid's ever errant arrow and loves roaring sighs well..look at that..me being all maudlin and sentimental so much for gathering unto myself the stringent architectures of reason and descartesian implacability (really use the word implacable way too much..where's that thesaurus?) how about the detachment of descartesian desriptive Phenomenology..well yes that's a mighty impressively egg headed term that just means erecting our own cognitive filters to apprehend a world sheathed in the pristine prophylactic of mastabatory philosophic and really rigorous reasoning..who's got time to feel, or peel or whine after all that? Okay so that path has petered out..maybe.. but I will say something for the distraction of it's compelling discipline it exacts from the diligent practitioner..but romantic absolutism? yea more of my treacle and treatises..blah can reason and logic be the countervailing agent against the intoxication of romantic absolutism to see her gleaming angelic in the first and endlessly reverberating glowing moment - can these sophisticated mechanisms of discernment avail, stand against the quintessential sensory experience? can it hold you hard in your place when your hearts one true love is irrevocably severed? does the prospect of that perceived agony obliterate reason? i will subordinate myslef to love's usaries - over and over again.. denoument and demise..i saw it aching at the edges of her remarkable oceanic eyes - i will fall back roaring into my recidivism to the romantic - the quixotic - this is my realm - the sycophantic romantic.. i want the truth the truth you won't speak my love is this infinite thing i could unfurl its flag and wrap around the world several times my love it is this staff that extends legaues beneath the oceans floor and out unto the bottom of the world and beyond..your are the god of my idolatry i have made you my religion nothing EVER in my life will surpass that first night..NOTHING!! will you be for me as i am so for you? we had these incandescent exhanges! and sometimes i really feel like screaming this "Oh that heaven should practise such practice such stratagems upon such a subject so soft as myself" (or something like that) those are juliet's words and yet is not that every one's howl, when writhing in the agony of loss of your hearts truest flame? Oh how ever will I endure this, this passion this rage this loss, oh and i am dying, god, this is unendurable and time drags its teeth over our entire being slowly.. not trying to say well let's pose, a professional pop pyche moment here..just fortifying my temple of babble maybe if i say it out loud enough these things maybe it can stich that superating seam in my soul..maybe.. "she was my love before i fell at first glance" i thank god though that she did not ultimatley let her young heart abdicate reason and the chastening of the patriarchal bridle..she reined in her passion, her fairytale romantic fantasies - when i could not would not - she saw this day afar off years later.. as I did and yet she was the more sober and wiser..and knew me almost better than i knew myself.. O! what an epic catastrophe! how does one instruct a soul in these things? a magical mingling of Oneness of beingness, and there at the corner of the eyes dard shadow crossing in the eye of the sky, something so inscrutably awry this is the price to pay for such fleeting rhapsodies of Being enough of all the treacle and canted columns of regurgitated reams ... 030909 what's it to you? who go blather from