Time Passes Slowly

Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
In a bed. You start to go
Out of your mind,
Out of your head!
It’s really so true, you can go
Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
A pot for your brain.
Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
It won’t be that pretty,
When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
Brains on the floor,
Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!

Lord, send me an angel,
Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
Day after day...
It’s like I’m trapped in a chain, I can’t get up to play.
I feel like I’m dying of boredom,
My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
My disposition is sour.
Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?

It’s true, I worry
So much about this; always lying in bed,
And making it depressed.
I just turned over the mattress,
This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
It ain’t no easy feat,
It’s no simple deed.
It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I’m afraid,
I’m sinking as if in sand. I’m trapped here
Day and night,
I dare not even move. I’m ruining my mattress,
Creating new grooves.
I’ve already switched
From one side to the other. Help, I can’t live alone,
I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
And everything, too.
Trust me, it’s hard, my needs they aren’t few.
But for some it would be easy,
Like the flick of a wrist.
Oh what’s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?

Well, I know this ain’t so attractive,
But it’s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
Who wants to make a new start?
Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
You’re the only one who matters,
I’m telling you plain.
I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
Enough already, enough,
Enough with the tears.
Just get your ass back here,
And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
I want to get on with my life.

Thank you.

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> Time Passes Slowly
>
>
> Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> In a bed. You start to go
> Out of your mind,
> Out of your head!
> It’s really so true, you can go
> Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> A pot for your brain.
> Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> It won’t be that pretty,
> When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> Brains on the floor,
> Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
>
> Lord, send me an angel,
> Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
> What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
> Day after day...
> It’s like I’m trapped in a chain, I can’t get up to play.
> I feel like I’m dying of boredom,
> My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
> My disposition is sour.
> Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?
>
> It’s true, I worry
> So much about this; always lying in bed,
> And making it depressed.
> I just turned over the mattress,
> This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
> It ain’t no easy feat,
> It’s no simple deed.
> It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I’m afraid,
> I’m sinking as if in sand. I’m trapped here
> Day and night,
> I dare not even move. I’m ruining my mattress,
> Creating new grooves.
> I’ve already switched
> From one side to the other. Help, I can’t live alone,
> I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
> And everything, too.
> Trust me, it’s hard, my needs they aren’t few.
> But for some it would be easy,
> Like the flick of a wrist.
> Oh what’s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?
>
> Well, I know this ain’t so attractive,
> But it’s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
> Who wants to make a new start?
> Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> You’re the only one who matters,
> I’m telling you plain.
> I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> Enough already, enough,
> Enough with the tears.
> Just get your ass back here,
> And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> I want to get on with my life.
>
> Thank you.

The Dr. Seuss-like tone of the opening and closing stanzas fits perfectly with the nonsensical conceit -- unfortunately the middle stanzas cannot sustain the format.

Try trimming it:

Time Passes Slowly

Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
In a bed. You start to go
Out of your mind,
Out of your head!
It’s really so true, you can go
Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
A pot for your brain.
Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
It won’t be that pretty,
When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
Brains on the floor,
Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!

Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
You’re the only one who matters,
I’m telling you plain.
I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
Enough already, enough,
Enough with the tears.
Just get your ass back here,
And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
I want to get on with my life.

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 8:41:49 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > Time Passes Slowly
> >
> >
> > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > In a bed. You start to go
> > Out of your mind,
> > Out of your head!
> > It’s really so true, you can go
> > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > A pot for your brain.
> > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > It won’t be that pretty,
> > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > Brains on the floor,
> > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> >
> > Lord, send me an angel,
> > Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
> > What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
> > Day after day...
> > It’s like I’m trapped in a chain, I can’t get up to play.
> > I feel like I’m dying of boredom,
> > My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
> > My disposition is sour.
> > Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?
> >
> > It’s true, I worry
> > So much about this; always lying in bed,
> > And making it depressed.
> > I just turned over the mattress,
> > This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
> > It ain’t no easy feat,
> > It’s no simple deed.
> > It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I’m afraid,
> > I’m sinking as if in sand. I’m trapped here
> > Day and night,
> > I dare not even move. I’m ruining my mattress,
> > Creating new grooves.
> > I’ve already switched
> > From one side to the other. Help, I can’t live alone,
> > I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
> > And everything, too.
> > Trust me, it’s hard, my needs they aren’t few.
> > But for some it would be easy,
> > Like the flick of a wrist.
> > Oh what’s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?
> >
> > Well, I know this ain’t so attractive,
> > But it’s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
> > Who wants to make a new start?
> > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > You’re the only one who matters,
> > I’m telling you plain.
> > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > Enough already, enough,
> > Enough with the tears.
> > Just get your ass back here,
> > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > I want to get on with my life.
> >
> > Thank you.
> The Dr. Seuss-like tone of the opening and closing stanzas fits perfectly with the nonsensical conceit -- unfortunately the middle stanzas cannot sustain the format.
>
> Try trimming it:
> Time Passes Slowly
>
>
> Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> In a bed. You start to go
> Out of your mind,
> Out of your head!
> It’s really so true, you can go
> Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> A pot for your brain.
> Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> It won’t be that pretty,
> When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> Brains on the floor,
> Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> You’re the only one who matters,
> I’m telling you plain.
> I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> Enough already, enough,
> Enough with the tears.
> Just get your ass back here,
> And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> I want to get on with my life.

did i ask for your opinion?

;-)

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 9:01:02 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 8:41:49 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > Time Passes Slowly
> > >
> > >
> > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > Out of your mind,
> > > Out of your head!
> > > It’s really so true, you can go
> > > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > > A pot for your brain.
> > > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > > It won’t be that pretty,
> > > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > > Brains on the floor,
> > > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> > >
> > > Lord, send me an angel,
> > > Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
> > > What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
> > > Day after day...
> > > It’s like I’m trapped in a chain, I can’t get up to play.
> > > I feel like I’m dying of boredom,
> > > My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
> > > My disposition is sour.
> > > Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?
> > >
> > > It’s true, I worry
> > > So much about this; always lying in bed,
> > > And making it depressed.
> > > I just turned over the mattress,
> > > This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
> > > It ain’t no easy feat,
> > > It’s no simple deed.
> > > It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I’m afraid,
> > > I’m sinking as if in sand. I’m trapped here
> > > Day and night,
> > > I dare not even move. I’m ruining my mattress,
> > > Creating new grooves.
> > > I’ve already switched
> > > From one side to the other. Help, I can’t live alone,
> > > I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
> > > And everything, too.
> > > Trust me, it’s hard, my needs they aren’t few.
> > > But for some it would be easy,
> > > Like the flick of a wrist.
> > > Oh what’s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?
> > >
> > > Well, I know this ain’t so attractive,
> > > But it’s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
> > > Who wants to make a new start?
> > > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > > You’re the only one who matters,
> > > I’m telling you plain.
> > > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > > Enough already, enough,
> > > Enough with the tears.
> > > Just get your ass back here,
> > > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > > I want to get on with my life.
> > >
> > > Thank you.
> > The Dr. Seuss-like tone of the opening and closing stanzas fits perfectly with the nonsensical conceit -- unfortunately the middle stanzas cannot sustain the format.
> >
> > Try trimming it:
> > Time Passes Slowly
> >
> >
> > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > In a bed. You start to go
> > Out of your mind,
> > Out of your head!
> > It’s really so true, you can go
> > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > A pot for your brain.
> > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > It won’t be that pretty,
> > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > Brains on the floor,
> > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > You’re the only one who matters,
> > I’m telling you plain.
> > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > Enough already, enough,
> > Enough with the tears.
> > Just get your ass back here,
> > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > I want to get on with my life.
> did i ask for your opinion?
>
> ;-)

how do you mean conceit?

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 12:04:30 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 9:01:02 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 8:41:49 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > Out of your mind,
> > > > Out of your head!
> > > > It’s really so true, you can go
> > > > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > > > A pot for your brain.
> > > > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > > > It won’t be that pretty,
> > > > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > > > Brains on the floor,
> > > > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > > > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> > > >
> > > > Lord, send me an angel,
> > > > Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
> > > > What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
> > > > Day after day...
> > > > It’s like I’m trapped in a chain, I can’t get up to play.
> > > > I feel like I’m dying of boredom,
> > > > My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
> > > > My disposition is sour.
> > > > Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?
> > > >
> > > > It’s true, I worry
> > > > So much about this; always lying in bed,
> > > > And making it depressed.
> > > > I just turned over the mattress,
> > > > This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
> > > > It ain’t no easy feat,
> > > > It’s no simple deed.
> > > > It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I’m afraid,
> > > > I’m sinking as if in sand. I’m trapped here
> > > > Day and night,
> > > > I dare not even move. I’m ruining my mattress,
> > > > Creating new grooves.
> > > > I’ve already switched
> > > > From one side to the other. Help, I can’t live alone,
> > > > I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
> > > > And everything, too.
> > > > Trust me, it’s hard, my needs they aren’t few.
> > > > But for some it would be easy,
> > > > Like the flick of a wrist.
> > > > Oh what’s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?
> > > >
> > > > Well, I know this ain’t so attractive,
> > > > But it’s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
> > > > Who wants to make a new start?
> > > > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > > > You’re the only one who matters,
> > > > I’m telling you plain.
> > > > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > > > Enough already, enough,
> > > > Enough with the tears.
> > > > Just get your ass back here,
> > > > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > > > I want to get on with my life.
> > > >
> > > > Thank you.
> > > The Dr. Seuss-like tone of the opening and closing stanzas fits perfectly with the nonsensical conceit -- unfortunately the middle stanzas cannot sustain the format.
> > >
> > > Try trimming it:
> > > Time Passes Slowly
> > >
> > >
> > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > Out of your mind,
> > > Out of your head!
> > > It’s really so true, you can go
> > > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > > A pot for your brain.
> > > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > > It won’t be that pretty,
> > > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > > Brains on the floor,
> > > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> > > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > > You’re the only one who matters,
> > > I’m telling you plain.
> > > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > > Enough already, enough,
> > > Enough with the tears.
> > > Just get your ass back here,
> > > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > > I want to get on with my life.
> > did i ask for your opinion?
> >
> > ;-)
> how do you mean conceit?

conceit

2
: a fanciful idea

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/conceit

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 9:16:23 AM UTC-7, Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 12:04:30 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 9:01:02 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 8:41:49 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > > Out of your mind,
> > > > > Out of your head!
> > > > > It’s really so true, you can go
> > > > > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > > > > A pot for your brain.
> > > > > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > > > > It won’t be that pretty,
> > > > > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > > > > Brains on the floor,
> > > > > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > > > > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> > > > >
> > > > > Lord, send me an angel,
> > > > > Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
> > > > > What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
> > > > > Day after day...
> > > > > It’s like I’m trapped in a chain, I can’t get up to play.
> > > > > I feel like I’m dying of boredom,
> > > > > My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
> > > > > My disposition is sour.
> > > > > Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?
> > > > >
> > > > > It’s true, I worry
> > > > > So much about this; always lying in bed,
> > > > > And making it depressed.
> > > > > I just turned over the mattress,
> > > > > This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
> > > > > It ain’t no easy feat,
> > > > > It’s no simple deed.
> > > > > It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I’m afraid,
> > > > > I’m sinking as if in sand. I’m trapped here
> > > > > Day and night,
> > > > > I dare not even move. I’m ruining my mattress,
> > > > > Creating new grooves.
> > > > > I’ve already switched
> > > > > From one side to the other. Help, I can’t live alone,
> > > > > I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
> > > > > And everything, too.
> > > > > Trust me, it’s hard, my needs they aren’t few.
> > > > > But for some it would be easy,
> > > > > Like the flick of a wrist.
> > > > > Oh what’s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?
> > > > >
> > > > > Well, I know this ain’t so attractive,
> > > > > But it’s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
> > > > > Who wants to make a new start?
> > > > > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > > > > You’re the only one who matters,
> > > > > I’m telling you plain.
> > > > > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > > > > Enough already, enough,
> > > > > Enough with the tears.
> > > > > Just get your ass back here,
> > > > > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > > > > I want to get on with my life.
> > > > >
> > > > > Thank you.
> > > > The Dr. Seuss-like tone of the opening and closing stanzas fits perfectly with the nonsensical conceit -- unfortunately the middle stanzas cannot sustain the format.
> > > >
> > > > Try trimming it:
> > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > Out of your mind,
> > > > Out of your head!
> > > > It’s really so true, you can go
> > > > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > > > A pot for your brain.
> > > > Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
> > > > It won’t be that pretty,
> > > > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > > > Brains on the floor,
> > > > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > > > I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!
> > > > Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
> > > > You’re the only one who matters,
> > > > I’m telling you plain.
> > > > I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > > > Enough already, enough,
> > > > Enough with the tears.
> > > > Just get your ass back here,
> > > > And make my your wife. I’m fed up with your promises,
> > > > I want to get on with my life.
> > > did i ask for your opinion?
> > >
> > > ;-)
> > how do you mean conceit?
> conceit
>
> 2
> : a fanciful idea
>
> https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/conceit

i think i just used the word fanciful recently in something i wrote not to anyone here

In article <4764d2a3-79d4-4ecb-b020-8a745d66cf1fn@googlegroups.com>, roach4994@gmail.com says...
>
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 8:41:49 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > Time Passes Slowly
> > >
> > >
> > > Time passes slowly, when you?re trapped...
> > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > Out of your mind,
> > > Out of your head!
> > > It?s really so true, you can go
> > > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > > A pot for your brain.
> > > Please don?t stand too close, I?m bound to explode.
> > > It won?t be that pretty,
> > > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > > Brains on the floor,
> > > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > > I swear I ain?t kidding, I can?t take this no more!
> > >
> > > Lord, send me an angel,
> > > Send me some rest. It is now like a prison,
> > > What was once my love-nest. Hour after hour,
> > > Day after day...
> > > It?s like I?m trapped in a chain, I can?t get up to play.
> > > I feel like I?m dying of boredom,
> > > My life is so dour. My good mood is turning,
> > > My disposition is sour.
> > > Could I possibly, oh possibly, sink any lower?
> > >
> > > It?s true, I worry
> > > So much about this; always lying in bed,
> > > And making it depressed.
> > > I just turned over the mattress,
> > > This is the last thing I need. Trust me,
> > > It ain?t no easy feat,
> > > It?s no simple deed.
> > > It was a job for two, I hired a handyman. Now I?m afraid,
> > > I?m sinking as if in sand. I?m trapped here
> > > Day and night,
> > > I dare not even move. I?m ruining my mattress,
> > > Creating new grooves.
> > > I?ve already switched
> > > From one side to the other. Help, I can?t live alone,
> > > I need a competent lover. For this and for that,
> > > And everything, too.
> > > Trust me, it?s hard, my needs they aren?t few.
> > > But for some it would be easy,
> > > Like the flick of a wrist.
> > > Oh what?s a sweetheart like me, doing in a dump like this?
> > >
> > > Well, I know this ain?t so attractive,
> > > But it?s a plea from the heart. Is there anyone out there,
> > > Who wants to make a new start?
> > > Calling Bob Dylan, I?m calling your name;
> > > You?re the only one who matters,
> > > I?m telling you plain.
> > > I?ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > > Enough already, enough,
> > > Enough with the tears.
> > > Just get your ass back here,
> > > And make my your wife. I?m fed up with your promises,
> > > I want to get on with my life.
> > >
> > > Thank you.
> > The Dr. Seuss-like tone of the opening and closing stanzas fits perfectly with the nonsensical conceit -- unfortunately the middle stanzas cannot sustain the format.
> >
> > Try trimming it:
> > Time Passes Slowly
> >
> >
> > Time passes slowly, when you?re trapped...
> > In a bed. You start to go
> > Out of your mind,
> > Out of your head!
> > It?s really so true, you can go
> > Quite insane. Like a hot pressure cooker,
> > A pot for your brain.
> > Please don?t stand too close, I?m bound to explode.
> > It won?t be that pretty,
> > When I blast out my load. Brains on the carpet,
> > Brains on the floor,
> > Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
> > I swear I ain?t kidding, I can?t take this no more!
> > Calling Bob Dylan, I?m calling your name;
> > You?re the only one who matters,
> > I?m telling you plain.
> > I?ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
> > Enough already, enough,
> > Enough with the tears.
> > Just get your ass back here,
> > And make my your wife. I?m fed up with your promises,
> > I want to get on with my life.
>
> did i ask for your opinion?
>
>
he's a pretty fart smeller

Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped in a bed.
You start to go out of your mind, out of your head!
It’s really so true, you can go quite insane.
Like a hot pressure cooker, a pot for your brain.
Please don’t stand too close, I’m bound to explode.
It won’t be that pretty, when I blast out my load.
Brains on the carpet,
Brains on the floor,
Brains on the wall, brains out the door...
I swear I ain’t kidding, I can’t take this no more!

Calling Bob Dylan, I’m calling your name;
You’re the only one who matters, I’m telling you plain.
I’ve been waiting for you, for thirty long years.
Enough already, enough, enough with the tears.
Just get your ass back here, and make my your wife.
I’m fed up with your promises, I want to get on with my life.

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > Time Passes Slowly
> >
> >
> > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > In a bed. You start to go
> *Snipped for focus*
>
> I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.

the blacks?

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > Time Passes Slowly
> > >
> > >
> > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > In a bed. You start to go
> > *Snipped for focus*
> >
> > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> the blacks?

It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > *Snipped for focus*
> > >
> > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks..
> > the blacks?
> It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.

i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...

i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:34:04 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > >
> > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> > > the blacks?
> > It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.
> i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...
>
> i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?

or that it actually means anything aside from skin color and a generally shared national history?

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:35:00 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:34:04 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > > >
> > > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> > > > the blacks?
> > > It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.
> > i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...
> >
> > i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?
> or that it actually means anything aside from skin color and a generally shared national history?

wasn't there a tv show called the blacks?? i have to look.

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:34:04 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > >
> > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> > > the blacks?
> > It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.
> i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...
>
> i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?

Of course it is. But that's how they roll in the "Deep South."

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:40:26 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:34:04 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > > >
> > > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> > > > the blacks?
> > > It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.
> > i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...
> >
> > i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?
> Of course it is. But that's how they roll in the "Deep South."

i liked will's hs class photo

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:44:11 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:40:26 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:34:04 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> > > > > the blacks?
> > > > It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.
> > > i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...
> > >
> > > i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?
> > Of course it is. But that's how they roll in the "Deep South."
> i liked will's hs class photo

The one where he blocked half his classmates' faces with his ears?

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:51:46 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:44:11 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:40:26 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:34:04 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:30:48 AM UTC-7, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, W-Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show about the blacks.
> > > > > > the blacks?
> > > > > It's a "Deep South" linguistic holdover from the Jim Crow days.
> > > > i've heard it before...maybe in books, tv, not sure...
> > > >
> > > > i just meant, isn't that rather offensively PI ?
> > > Of course it is. But that's how they roll in the "Deep South."
> > i liked will's hs class photo
> The one where he blocked half his classmates' faces with his ears?

no, the one where he blocked the all with his big hair

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:15:52 PM UTC-4, fake W-Dockery forged:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>
> > Time Passes Slowly
> >
> >
> > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > In a bed. You start to go
> *Snipped for focus*
>
> I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show

Forgery from the impostor troll ^^^^^^^^^

On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, fake W-Dockery forged
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>
> > > Time Passes Slowly
> > >
> > >
> > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > In a bed. You start to go
> > *Snipped for focus*
> >
> > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
> the blacks?

It was a forgery, I didn't write it.

On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:16:24 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, fake W-Dockery forged
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> >
> > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > *Snipped for focus*
> > >
> > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
> > the blacks?
>
> It was a forgery, I didn't write it.

I just googled this thread maybe 5 minutes ago first time since posting. This is very disturbing.

On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:51:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:16:24 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, fake W-Dockery forged
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > >
> > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > >
> > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
> > > the blacks?
> >
> > It was a forgery, I didn't write it.
> I just googled this thread maybe 5 minutes ago first time since posting. This is very disturbing.

OH! Okay....hang on.....hmm....maybe I saw it in my "filtered" consciousness, and thought I was digging it up from way back there, but it was right in front! Possible....probable!!! (according to your posting times!)

On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 9:51:58 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:16:24 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, fake W-Dockery forged
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > >
> > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > >
> > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
>
> > It was a forgery, I didn't write it.
> I just googled this thread maybe 5 minutes ago first time since posting. This is very disturbing.

A typical troll move, as as we know trolls come with the territory

On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:53:36 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:51:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
> > On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:16:24 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, fake W-Dockery forged
> > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > > Time Passes Slowly
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
> > > > > > In a bed. You start to go
> > > > > *Snipped for focus*
> > > > >
> > > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
> > > > the blacks?
> > >
> > > It was a forgery, I didn't write it.
> > I just googled this thread maybe 5 minutes ago first time since posting.. This is very disturbing.
> OH! Okay....hang on.....hmm....maybe I saw it in my "filtered" consciousness, and thought I was digging it up from way back there, but it was right in front! Possible....probable!!! (according to your posting times!)

Well, that's reassuring, because I've had VERY CLEAR INDICATIONS in the past, that I am being monitored online, specifically having to do with an incident which was sorta unreal....alright, I can say, it was like we had ESP.....I was out and about in town. But that's spooky, right? I just feel it was really more like, "great minds think alike." I just sorta thought something, and had this feeling that he thought it too (based on his glare at me), and well, it was brought up....not a big deal. Intelligent people are incredibly perspicacious.

Rachel wrote:

> On Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at 6:53:36 PM UTC-7, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 1:25:07 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>> > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 10:15:52 AM UTC-7, fake W-Dockery forged
>> > > > > On Monday, July 24, 2023 at 11:16:48 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
>
>> > > > > > Time Passes Slowly
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > >
>> > > > > > Time passes slowly, when you’re trapped...
>> > > > > > In a bed. You start to go
>> > > > > *Snipped for focus*
>> > > > >
>> > > > > I loved him on What's Happening. Good nostalgic show xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
>> > > > the blacks?
>> > >
>> > > It was a forgery, I didn't write it.
>> > I just googled this thread maybe 5 minutes ago first time since posting.. This is very disturbing.
>> OH! Okay....hang on.....hmm....maybe I saw it in my "filtered" consciousness, and thought I was digging it up from way back there, but it was right in front! Possible....probable!!! (according to your posting times!)

> Well, that's reassuring, because I've had VERY CLEAR INDICATIONS in the past, that I am being monitored online, specifically having to do with an incident which was sorta unreal....alright, I can say, it was like we had ESP.....I was out and about in town. But that's spooky, right? I just feel it was really more like, "great minds think alike." I just sorta thought something, and had this feeling that he thought it too (based on his glare at me), and well, it was brought up....not a big deal. Intelligent people are incredibly perspicacious.

"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that everyone isn't out to get you." -Harlan Ellison

NancyGene wrote:
> On Monday, July 31, 2023 at 7:25:21 PM UTC, W.Dockery wrote:
>
>> "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that everyone isn't out to get you." -Harlan Ellison

> Will Dockery, please provide your source that Harlan Ellison originated this saying. We have found that the quote is actually: "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.” The quote seems to have originated from "Catch-22" but in the movie (the script written by Buck Henry) and not in the book (written by Joseph Heller, 1961).

> It is also attributed to Kurt Cobain, who may have said it but didn't originate it.

> This is how wrong information is circulated--give your source and be sure of the quote.

Whether Harlan Ellison wrote it first or not I'm not sure, but he definitely did write it, so I'll look up the book he used this phrase in.

(Moved from the troll thread.)