I have Long Blue Legs and A Short Blue Jacket, but I Don’t Bite.
I thank Jason at Gorilla Sushi for this one.
Gives “bite me” a whole new meaning.
Or what the directors call Teeth.
More fear of the vagina on the way to the prepubescent boys in your town.
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It was one of those special days. You know the kind I mean. One of those days a street musician makes up a song about you while you’re outside in the alcove of a restaurant, waiting for the rest of your group, chit chatting with a man who holds a Doctorate in Economics and Political Science. A man who may hold at least part of your future in his hands. You’re not paying attention to the goings on in the musical section of the alcove outside the restaurant. You assume such esteemed others are superiorly oblivious to the vocals and guitar strumming not four feet away and you act accordingly, ignoring the musician.
“Olivia I do believe the blue tights and long legs that gentleman is singing about belong to you”.
I guess you were wrong.
vagina dentata has to be the most horrendous latin-based phrase.
as a Disney song…
I’ve missed you
you are songworthy my friend. and how long can you balance between bohemia and academia? cheers to the special days (and cheers to long legs)!
“Can I take up the guitar, dude?”
“No. Dude.”
Prepubescent boys, eh? (Speaking of dudes. I try to make them behave. Really. Doesn’t always work out.) I confess that I was way past prepubescence before I learned anything about it. In Puritan New England, one spoke not of such things. I’m not sure which is worse: bad facts, or none.
That situation always reminds me of the scene in Before Sunrise where the guy composes a poem for the lovely couple on the spot for money. Jesse is skeptical; he thinks the poet has the poem pre-written and just plugs in some key phrases depending on the patron. Celine, however, chooses to believe a little more in the serendipity of the situation.
Sometimes inspiration does strike you in the form of person you see walking down the street, riding in the elevator, or even, yes, waiting in the alcove of a restaurant.
Sniffler is like my patron saint of that theory.
Not sure of the whole fear of vagina genre… but wow, just WOW, what an awesomely crafted snippet of writing below that! Thoroughly enjoyable. When can we expect the next 50,000 words?
Be afraid. Be very afraid. I kind of have to hand it to them with the “Every rose has its thorns” tagline.
Did I ever tell you that “Purple People Eaters” was written about me?
I read the reviews on the movie, they are not half bad for a B/horror/comedy. I wouldn’t go see it, but would try to catch it when offered free online or on television.
Bet you didn’t even know that last paragraph was such a gem.
I’m still waiting for my first street song.
Cooper, wow another great design. And what a line…seriously!
I shouldn’t laugh at the Teeth movie, but I can’t help it.
I want a girl with blue tights, long legs and a short blue jacket….
kisses girlfriend
long time
Olivia?
Huh.
Thought the punch line was gonna be… “hey there, Delilah. …”
Monologues, Dentata… what is next? Or did I miss that one already?
You thank me? Most people curse me for posting stuff like that! :)
Heh, not good to be oblivious to your surroundings there, chica.
Last street musician who made up a song about me ended up with broken ribs and kicked-in bongos. Make fun of the Stetson, and then remove Stetson and put it upon your head without permission and compare me to Ronald Reagan…
You must be very exceptional for a musician to make a song up after you on the fly. Makes me think you could be my 3rd ex-wife…in some other plane of existence. ;)
Good Luck and be careful with The Professor. You might be more tempting than Mary Ann was on Gilligan’s Island…
Takin’ it easy, takin’ it easy…don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. You may lose, you may win…. (A bad, offbeat take of the Eagles.)
Made up, bad poetry:
Make your play.
Later days;
and rainy sounds of doom.
look outside.
swallow your pride;
No where to run - caught in the loom.
By chance.
A failed romance;
came up the ladder - down to the well.
Fortune runs dark.
No ashes or spark,
As a man: soul merges into hell.
Another bad creation (ABC) by JP.
EW: Yes, Thanks for that. ;)
Missed you too. Holiday season is hell isn’t it.
tomawesome: Not sure on that balancing act. May I get back to you?
OC: Surely you weren’t alive back when they were burning witches???? ;)
Tell the dudes bad facts are much worse.
mojo: I was used to street musicians in NY, they often made things up. Just not here. I was trying to be …oh so professional.
Sniffler???
DaveJ: Humm, if I had thought it was spectacular no one would have liked it. Funny how that works. It pays to try not at all.
No 50,000 words scheduled…when would I find time to read others?
Doug: I suspected as much but was too polite to launch an inquisition.
Jacob: If you high tail it over to my apartment next weekend I might be able to arrange a violin concerto on the steps.
Ev: How nice to see you. Yes I love this theme really, I’ve had it awhile but it is quite workable.
kait: Kisses. The movie sounds camp and almost worth staying up late for, should it come to that.
SK: I should have known you were not paying attention in class.
I would venture to guess you may have missed one to fifteen. ;)
JasonP: On another day maybe but as I stated I had had a rare good day.
Jason: I’ll try to remember that. Only you my librarian friend.
Jason: Third but never last Jason….sorry had to mention it…
I imagine this guys makes up songs about everyone he sees.
Naw, he is very smart and very helpful and not in any way prone to chasing grad students believe me. His wife is also a brilliant woman.
That you have a streak of the poet in you in so much the better for my comments section. ;)
Ah… when professionalism and the rest of the world collide.
I can see you trying to be professional and serious. Cooper you are too artistic and aware to play that game, always pay attention to the musician.
I’d wear blue tights if only someone would write a song about me.
My legs are pretty good, not as good as yours but not bad for a dude. I see the use of the term dude is popular here so I thought I’d jump on the wagon.
Sniffler was the girl in church and just knew I was going to hit it off with. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in friendship at first sight… hence, the inspiration can strike you anywhere comment.
sniffler - redheaded church girl, sister of the girl in the red vw rabbit, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, once promised to go to a dodgers game with, but never did, only good thing about going to church at all, last heard… well, actually I never really did hear too much from her, considering
Olivia how can you say you’re not a writer? That paragraph was sublime
You have me totally off schedule as I had to check all links