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I’ve got some dogs in hats if that’s any good?

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i think you are mad. i am try­ing to decide if you are mad in a good way or not.

i abso­lutely love this post

you are a For­mula One driver

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I can’t com­ment on this yet, going to have to read a few hun­dred times again

like peach, had to read it sev­eral biz­il­lion times.
Loved it.
Each.
And.
Every.
Time.
xxx Rachel xxx

»Your voice back in me. Your mind back in me, if you can still find my soul. Immerse. Immerse. Immerse.

*amewe* x

(That’s me in awe)

I tend to read your posts just the once, then I nor­mally have a lie down and listen to whale music for a while.

Deuce — Dogs in hats. Gosh. I do believe I’m weep­ing tears of joy. Thank you.

Another Girl — Don’t ask me. I’m mad. Or not. The decision … is yours.

Annie — Thank you. I just hope I am not Michael Schu­macher. I would die if I had a chin like that.

Peach & Rachel — I always advise people to quit read­ing my posts after the one hun­dredth view­ing. It’s bad for one’s health.

Andre — I sym­path­ise. Though I nor­mally prefer some­thing more ‘sturm und drang’ after read­ing my posts. Like old Birth­day Party songs or the Pix­ies, played ear-bleedingly loud.

Well I don’t know about read­ing it ahun­dred times, but I do know that it’s lovely.

And what’s wrong with Schumacher’s chin?

Angelalala — Amewe? Is that not a noise a cat makes? Please don’t be in awe, zince awe all too fre­quently leads to a dis­tinct lack of awe later.

Timbo — Thank you. A mere 99 times of read­ing will do. As for the chin … well, it’s just dis­turb­ing. And it must slow down his aero­dy­namic res­ist­ance, surely?

O — Thank you. And wel­come. You are too kind.

Here’s hop­ing that the per­son for whom this was writ­ten makes an appear­ance back in your life soon… although of course it is quite pos­ible I mis­con­strued the entire post, which hap­pens some­times. It did feel my pulse quick­en­ing when read­ing it, so read­ing it a 100 times would prob­ably leave me pal­pit­at­ing wildly and sweat­ing like a panic-attacked beast. Ah the power of words!

still read­ing, still have my words been taken away…

Ariel — I some­times think that I should change the strap­line and the guid­ance for this site to “it means whatever you want it to mean”.

Peach — Thank you, but please don’t lose your own words entirely. I would feel immensely guilty.

Let’s try break­ing the ice again, then. Words can’t bring us down.

yes, you do have some­thing of har­old pinter about you, mr unreliable.

I think it’s about Andre post­ing some­thing then delet­ing it a minute later.

but I am always wrong.

Ben­jamin — I tend to break ice fre­quently around here, and then under­neath find still and icy cold water, yet still full of words.

Edvard — Nat­ur­ally all my posts are about Mr Andrew Jerdin. Except this one. As for your Pinter com­par­ison, I don’t think I’d even dare to breathe the same rari­fied air. Although on review­ing this thought, I did note that we have one or two things in common.

(i) We have both done things in and around drama. He wrote bril­liant plays. I, er, stud­ied Drama.
(ii) His prose is won­der­ful. His poems are dread­ful. My prose is bear­able. My poems are embar­rass­ingly awful.
(iii) We both like pauses.
(iv) Er, we both wear glasses.
(v) We are both, rather sur­pris­ingly, mar­ried to Ant­o­nia Fraser. Except I’m not. Thank heavens.

That is all.

*ears burn­ing*

WHA WHa Wha wha wwwwwh­h­haaa t what?

I don’t under­stand, and yet I can’t pull my eyes away so I sense on some level I feel an understanding.

Andre — I ever the hon­our­able gen­tle­man to the reply I gave some moments ago.

Clarissa — You’re spot on. Nail on head. On the money. Thank you. The fact you can’t pull your eyes away must mean some­thing some­where strikes a chord of under­stand­ing. It may be a totally dif­fer­ent under­stand­ing from the one I had when writ­ing it or the one a pre­vi­ous com­menter had one read­ing it. But that’s okay, isn’t it?

Well… you’re right. The 101st read­ing was one too many. Up to that point, how­ever, I was aching with you. There was a cer­tain long­ing for some­thing to fill a void. But of course, that’s because we put onto your words our own inter­pret­a­tion based on where / who we are. That’s why we love them so much.

and after all these times read­ing, i can­not say just how [insert word] this is.

But it is. And it shall ever be.

… still reading…

La Fille — I like that inter­pret­a­tion too. Both the ‘long­ing’ part and the inter­pret­a­tion that it’s all about one’s own inter­pret­a­tion. Yes.

Miles Away — Thank you. That is [insert word].

Peach — Er …

What can I say?

Noth­ing really, yet I feel com­pelled to comment.

Admir­a­tion reeks of envy.

Ummm, that’s a compliment.

ha ha, ok. I had to read it a few times as it con­jured up too many images and scenes that I have been try­ing to decide (a) which one it means for you and (b) which one is the favour­ite one for me…

which I can’t

suf­fice it to say, for me, it is Lon­don, it is loneli­ness, it is long­ing, it is lul­la­bies, ut us mad dashes across the world to see someone.. it is loss, it is lovely…

and if that makes no sense what­so­ever, I am glad I can fall behind the concept that art means many things to many people des­pite what the author meant!

any­how, I love you…

I will stop read­ing now, just for now

Gor­don — Don’t worry, I am actu­ally quite a fan of noth­ing com­ments. And noth­ing posts, strangely enough. I knew there was some explan­a­tion for this site.

Peach — Yes, everything is in the inter­pra­ta­tion. Lon­don. Check. Loneli­ness. Check. Long­ing. Check. Lul­la­bies, mad dashes, loss. Check, check and check.

Loneli­ness and frus­tra­tion beau­ti­fully spun.
I wish you could cross that ocean.

I’m ok. You’re ok. It’s more than ok! x, c

Isa­belle — Thank you. Though I have to say that I cross oceans quite reg­u­larly. They can be sur­pris­ingly small when situ­ated between one’s ears.

Clarissa — Everything is ok.