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LoVe, lOvE, oH aNd LoVe!!!

 
  

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xxsarahxx
19:06 / 06.06.04
hello this post is about love, are you madly in love.
whats the wierdest thing you would do for the one you love?

have you found love or are you looking??
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
19:52 / 06.06.04
There are many different loves. I've found love, lost it, rediscovered it, had it ripped out, and then seen it transform. And that's just one relationship.

What would I do for love? Not a lot. For someone I love? Almost anything. Love itself can be destructive, selfish, obsessive and unkind. It is, in the abstract, merciless and corrosive. But genuine love for an individual is tempered by an understanding of frailty, an acceptance of the flaws which love itself, perfect and absolute, does not possess.

Oooh-oooh, love is strange...
 
 
Our Lady Has Left the Building
21:11 / 06.06.04
Is that the love of a man for a woman, or a man for a fine Cuban cigar?

He's bringing peace and love! Quick, break his legs!
 
 
Jack Denfeld
21:13 / 06.06.04
Who loves me? WHo loves Mike Robot. "I've got legs. I've got french loaf. (hits you with french loaf and starts running away) I loooooooooooove you!"
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:24 / 06.06.04
I love pie.

Yet I also fear pie.

For love is strange.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
08:46 / 07.06.04
I would do anything for love.

 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
09:05 / 07.06.04
But you won't do that.
 
 
the cat's iao
09:05 / 07.06.04
Real love is scary
You try to hide when it looks for you
You never know what it will do
Not real love
Not real love
Real love is a long stone bed, he said
His face a mask of indifference
And it don't care about me or you
Not real love
Not real love
Real love on a sunny day
Is a crow on a telephone pole
With something to say
And you feel like someone
Has just walked on your grave
That's real love
That's real love
The glory of love
The glory of love
That precious rain
That falls from above
First a gentle murmur
That calls from the heart
And then a great wind
That will blow you apart
That's real love
That's real love
Like a ghost it will pass right through you
A spirit that lives on
When you are through
And there is nothing that you can do
The wind in the trees
The smell of wet leaves
The rumble of a passing truck
A streak of blood
Please forgive me for what I've done to you
And lord forgive me for what I'm going to do
In the name of...
Real love is scary
You try to hide when it looks for you
You never know what it will do
And it don't care about me or you
And there is nothing you can do about
Real love
Anyway, that's what I heard a crow say
But who cares what a crow say anyway?
Especially about something, something
Something so strictly personal
(Real love)
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? That wind on your face
You can get down on your knees and pray
But nothing that you do or say
Will make it go away
(Real love)
It's like thunder, like lightning
The way you love me
The way you love me
The way you love me
It's frightening
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
09:08 / 07.06.04
I'd better knock

(knock knock)

On wood.

I never had you figured for an Eddie Floyd fan, catsy...
 
 
the cat's iao
09:16 / 07.06.04
Well y'know, tanny rhymes with danny, it's all about the small parts isolated and destroyed.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
09:20 / 07.06.04
Oh, actually, David Bowie did a cover version of "Knock on Wood" during his Young Americans phase, didn't he? Which do you prefer? Only you've done the "We Are the Dead" tread as well, which is a quote from David Bowie of around the same "David Live" period - are you a Bowie fan? I love David Bowie...
 
 
the cat's iao
09:26 / 07.06.04
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eight
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Sax
09:30 / 07.06.04
whats the wierdest thing you would do for the one you love?

Probably strip naked apart from an Anthony Minghella mask, smear my body with Marmite and hump the legs of passing businessmen singing Abba's "Waterloo" at the top of my voice.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
09:30 / 07.06.04
Dude, I *love* that album.

Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way

People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today

We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now
We feel that we are papers, choking on you nightly
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today

I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night

Knowing it's right, knowing it's right

Now I'm hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared

Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care

But now
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell

And the streets are full of press men
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers
Count them, fifty 'round a table
White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said

We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead


However, that's not much about love. How about:

Open your eyes and take in every thing that you see.
Look at all the colors, red, yellow, blue, & green.
We can take an airplane and fly across the globe, look down upon the colors.
C'mon everyone, let's go.

Because...
Love
Love
Love
La La Love, La La Love makes the world go 'round.
Love, love, love, la la love, la la love makes the world go
round.

Open your ears and listen what the world has to say.
Hear the birds & bells and you will have a brighter day.
Everyone has a special song deep inside their heart.
If you want, you could sing with us, it's the perfect place to start.

Love, love, love, la la love, la la
love makes the world go 'round.
You can't hurt me with the things that you do,
I'll pick up dandelions and I'll give them to you.
Puppy dogs, kitty cats swimming through.
(repeat)

Love
Love
Love
La la love, la la love makes the world go 'round.
Love
Love
Love
La la love, la la love makes the world go 'round!
 
 
the cat's iao
10:02 / 07.06.04
Yes, that's much more like it. I feel all warm and huggly now. Don't forget boys and girls:

 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
10:03 / 07.06.04
Sax - she said "would do", not "have done".
 
 
Sax
12:38 / 07.06.04
Sorry, didn't recognise you with your suit on. Please send me the dry cleaning bill.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
13:56 / 07.06.04
I love to love,
but my baby just loves to dance.

What should I do?
 
 
ephemerat
14:04 / 07.06.04
Chop hir legs off.

It's the only way to make sure that they never leave you.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
14:10 / 07.06.04
Wow! Thanks Cass. Will do. Should I keep hir in a box, to be on the safe side?
 
 
Mourne Kransky
14:16 / 07.06.04
Find out if your secret love would indeed be a many splendoured thing.

I don't think it's reliable though; it says Sax and I would only have a 32% chance of making it work and that's obviously rubbish...
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
14:19 / 07.06.04
Well, explain clearly, possibly beginning with a soothing noise to put the baby at ease. Something like:

Ooooooh, love to love you, baby.

Then, it's very important to be able to share one's feelings. Try:

Oooooh, I feel love, I feel love, I feeeeeeeel....

I feel looo-oooo-oooo-oooove

I feel looo-oooo-oooo-oooove


If that doesn't work, it may be worth exploring the psychological angle more deeply. Perhaps the baby's love of dance springs from a similar affection in his or her home life. Consider whether this imperative has resonance:

Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mama
Come on baby tell me what's the word


If so, I fear that the baby has probably fallen under the influence of some sucker DJs who think they're fly. This is obviously a worst - case scenario, as you will find that the busy schedule of emancipatory activities will provide little time for love. As I have heard so many times in my private disco psychiatric practice, baby will no doubt claim:

If there's music we can use it
You're free to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance, no romance for me mamma


To an extent that's just acting out, but, as Freud observed on causality, there's got to be a reason and you know the reason why. As such, it seems vital that baby understand that he is acting like a fool. My consultation fees are very reasonable...
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
14:21 / 07.06.04
where as me and yer chubby-chasing parnter score 91%

har har.

excellent, can let myself go...
 
 
Mourne Kransky
14:23 / 07.06.04
Nothing happening for me and Bengali or me and Haus either but Sally Dammerung and I would be a fair bet at 65%.

Ganesh, you're chucked. The numbers don't lie.

Hence, I must follow the advice of the Love Calculator and enjoy the 85% bliss it predicts for the union of me and Flowers. Yay!
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
14:25 / 07.06.04
oops, that's Xoc's chubby-chasing partner, obviously. I have no idea if your partner is a chubby-chaser.

Haus, thank you for consultation, check's in post. But the boxing has worked out wonderfully, and I am reassured that my baby just cares for me.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
14:30 / 07.06.04
Really? In that case can I have the extensive wardrobe and veritable rolodex of theatre tickets about which your baby no longer cares? Cheers.
 
 
Sax
14:32 / 07.06.04
Sax Haus

02 %


Dr. Love thinks a relationship might work out between Sax and Haus, but the chance is very small. A successful relationship is possible, but you both have to work on it. Do not sit back and think that it will all work out fine, because it might not be working out the way you wanted it to. Spend as much time with each other as possible. Again, the chance of this relationship working out is very small, so even when you do work hard on it, it still might not work out.



I knew I humped the wrong leg. I always hump the wrong leg.
 
 
Spyder Todd 2008
14:33 / 07.06.04
I love love. I love my love. I love being in love. Love is a good thing, I think. Even if it means doing lots of emotional damage control when the person I'm in love with fights with her mother (a lot)(like, really really a lot).
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
14:43 / 07.06.04
Try going out with somebody whose mother is GIGANTOR, dude.

GIGANTOR!

GIGANTOR!
 
 
ephemerat
15:05 / 07.06.04
I'm not entirely convinced by this Secret Love calculator-thangy. I've tried my name with the name of my best friend (and secret unrequited love) a number of times; I've tried our full names, our nicknames, unusual but technically correct derivations of our names, foreign language versions of our names and some names that exist for the two of us only in my own head and it is yet to produce a probability result higher than 15%! This is making it very difficult for me to persist in my self-destructive and rather obsessively eerie self-delusion regarding our ultimate happy destiny together.

Does anyone know any decent sigils for altering Secret Love Calculator results?
 
 
Kit-Cat Club
15:09 / 07.06.04
I got 81%. Most peculiar. Suspect this means one of us will be caressing the other with a cleaver soon...
 
 
ephemerat
15:16 / 07.06.04
You don't already? How provincial.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
15:22 / 07.06.04
Chop hir legs off.

It's the only way to make sure that they never leave you.


Bullshit.

At the time of his arrest, Jeffrey Dahmer had been experimenting with a trepanation technique which he hoped would produce a living, yet will-less zombie.

Although to be fair, when it didn't work, he did tend to just kill them anyway. But Rome wasn't built in a day, y'know...
 
 
imaginary mice
15:23 / 07.06.04
Me and my ex-boyfriend are more compatible than me and Morrissey. But I knew that already.
 
 
Tryphena Absent
15:30 / 07.06.04
To my darling love, our fictionsuits are 87% compatible with your current suffix and my AdL name. I hear wedding bells. Everyone, start buying hats.
 
  

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