Happy... but not high. It's an interesting concept; these days, so many harmless words can mean something utterly different. For example, I can not help but laugh when my piano teacher tells me 'You have the basic tune right, but your fingering is clumsy' ;p
'Gay' simply used to mean happy. Now, not only does it mean homosexual, but 'Oh it's so gay!' implies something is bad, rubbish, suckish, you get the idea. And with no bearing on the original or subsequent meaning! The word has changed three times!
I just told a friend I'm happy, and they immediately asked 'Why, what are you using?'
I am not using. I am just incredibly happy because, as per, Bagelfish has made me smile :) love you hunnie xxx
He’s a Machiavellian ultra-generic ambiguous nonentity who plays the piano with a deer and brews cider in the garden. He’s the bourgeois equivalent of Marx on a day when Communism is passé and he’s seventy small rabbits screaming at the fox. He’s a punk-rocker chamber music lover unconcerned jazz fan who runs from the scene but is the soul of the party. Since the day he was born he was the Beltane-walker beating cheating talker who stole the mermaid’s purses and handmaiden’s tales. He wants more than the world wants to give; he scarpers at the copper you’re nicked no he ain’t he’s a super-wonder steals-your-thunder mini-mixing bad lad with marbles in his pockets and a spliff up his sleeve. Pow-wow what you say to that then eh?
ReplyDeletePow-bow-wow I’m a super-duper teenage blunder howling at the youth who drops me in the water. Ouch-ouch-ouch put a band-aid on it it’ll cover it; no it ain’t it talks to the stars and burns at the soul like that fire. The fire at the Cavern Club. They said they wanted revolution now two are dead and the other died in 1967. Paul’s dead they said. Run from the rat race flickering flames at your Achilles heels. Snap-snap the tendons crack we all fall down. Pop the magic dragon can’t fix this one.
Um sorry?
ReplyDeleteSuper-duper toxic trooper lock 'em up with campbells souper whats the matter old ma crooper? the butterfly lady may have stolen his heart, but they all died eventually, while his baby-face smiled from that old box-locks of auburn hair. Snip-snip scissors cutting, don't you know that tiger's putting? Grrrrrr tiger tiger burning bright like a diamond in the sky. Your eyes see him like a burning flame, like the polka-dotting criss-crossing sham-rocking box of tricks he is. Le sac magique? The only thing in there is the complete father brown.
ReplyDeleteAh it's you. Hi Hannah
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