ulysses silentbob "...and i wanted to put on the old stupid clock to near the time he ws the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy it never entered my head what kissing meant til he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young i put my knee up to him a few times to learn the way what did i tell him I was engaged for for fun to the son of a spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de la Flora and he believed me that i was to be married to him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a flower that bloometh a few things i told him true about myself just for him to be imagining the Spanish girls he didnt like i suppose one of them wouldnt have him..." 040331 ... silentbob "He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation." 040401 ... silentbob "What two temperaments did they individually represent? The scientific. The artistic." 040401 ... silentbob "...a paper read, reread while lathering, relathering the same spot, a shock, a shoot, with thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might cause a faster rate of shaving and a nick on which incision plaster with precision cut and humected and applied adhered: which was to be done." 040401 ... silentbob "Why did absense of light disturb him less than presence of noise? Because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine feminine passive active hand." 040401 ... silentbob "He extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its flame..." 040401 ... silentbob "Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Ravished over her i lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Flowers her eyes were, take me willing eyes.... ....Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot i tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me." 040401 ... silentbob "Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful O yes, W. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a wahle. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at once who one once................" 040401 ... crOwl we miss you sb... 070813 what's it to you? who go blather from