On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:34:57 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:

Derek -

Where is your celtic soul? To give a woman the wine of your thoughts, lust
and passion, to make her drunk with your voice and have her nostrils long
for the scent of your breath - and you are willing to give ot all up and
just get her shit-faced with vodka? And then have her lump, poisoned,
falling apart tissue-wrapped skeleton answer your lust with... What?

My celtic soul is right next to my celtic ankle....oh, wait. That's "sole."

Actually, I wooed my wife with tea seasoned with the tiny mirabelle plum
from France. It worked much better than any booze ever could have.

As for longing for the sent of my breath - that depends on what I last ate.


--
Derek

No single raindrop believes it is to blame for the flood.

Believe me - nothing works like well-arranged oolong gongfu with wenxianbei.
Nothing.

Sasha.

"Derek" wrote in message ...
On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:34:57 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:

Derek -

Where is your celtic soul? To give a woman the wine of your thoughts,
lust
and passion, to make her drunk with your voice and have her nostrils long
for the scent of your breath - and you are willing to give ot all up and
just get her shit-faced with vodka? And then have her lump, poisoned,
falling apart tissue-wrapped skeleton answer your lust with... What?

My celtic soul is right next to my celtic ankle....oh, wait. That's
"sole."

Actually, I wooed my wife with tea seasoned with the tiny mirabelle plum
from France. It worked much better than any booze ever could have.

As for longing for the sent of my breath - that depends on what I last
ate.


--
Derek

No single raindrop believes it is to blame for the flood.

Believe me - nothing works like well-arranged oolong gongfu with wenxianbei.
Nothing.

Sasha.

"Derek" wrote in message ...
On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:34:57 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:

Derek -

Where is your celtic soul? To give a woman the wine of your thoughts,
lust
and passion, to make her drunk with your voice and have her nostrils long
for the scent of your breath - and you are willing to give ot all up and
just get her shit-faced with vodka? And then have her lump, poisoned,
falling apart tissue-wrapped skeleton answer your lust with... What?

My celtic soul is right next to my celtic ankle....oh, wait. That's
"sole."

Actually, I wooed my wife with tea seasoned with the tiny mirabelle plum
from France. It worked much better than any booze ever could have.

As for longing for the sent of my breath - that depends on what I last
ate.


--
Derek

No single raindrop believes it is to blame for the flood.

Derek -

Your messages always have some kind of a philosophical lines below. Since
you are not putting an author's name next to them I assume they are yours. I
enjoy them very much, especially about the one below about raindrops. They
especially sadly resonate today, while we listening to so much propaganda
and so little reason...

Sasha.


"Derek" wrote in message ...
On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:34:57 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:

Derek -

Where is your celtic soul? To give a woman the wine of your thoughts,
lust
and passion, to make her drunk with your voice and have her nostrils long
for the scent of your breath - and you are willing to give ot all up and
just get her shit-faced with vodka? And then have her lump, poisoned,
falling apart tissue-wrapped skeleton answer your lust with... What?

My celtic soul is right next to my celtic ankle....oh, wait. That's
"sole."

Actually, I wooed my wife with tea seasoned with the tiny mirabelle plum
from France. It worked much better than any booze ever could have.

As for longing for the sent of my breath - that depends on what I last
ate.


--
Derek

No single raindrop believes it is to blame for the flood.

Derek -

Your messages always have some kind of a philosophical lines below. Since
you are not putting an author's name next to them I assume they are yours. I
enjoy them very much, especially about the one below about raindrops. They
especially sadly resonate today, while we listening to so much propaganda
and so little reason...

Sasha.


"Derek" wrote in message ...
On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:34:57 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:

Derek -

Where is your celtic soul? To give a woman the wine of your thoughts,
lust
and passion, to make her drunk with your voice and have her nostrils long
for the scent of your breath - and you are willing to give ot all up and
just get her shit-faced with vodka? And then have her lump, poisoned,
falling apart tissue-wrapped skeleton answer your lust with... What?

My celtic soul is right next to my celtic ankle....oh, wait. That's
"sole."

Actually, I wooed my wife with tea seasoned with the tiny mirabelle plum
from France. It worked much better than any booze ever could have.

As for longing for the sent of my breath - that depends on what I last
ate.


--
Derek

No single raindrop believes it is to blame for the flood.

On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 22:24:53 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:

Derek -

Your messages always have some kind of a philosophical lines below. Since
you are not putting an author's name next to them I assume they are yours. I
enjoy them very much, especially about the one below about raindrops. They
especially sadly resonate today, while we listening to so much propaganda
and so little reason...

Sasha.

Sasha,

The comments were actually stolen from a collection of posters available
from www.despair.com. So they're not mine. But I don't know who the author
is and I didn't want to shill for despair.com in every post.

Derek

--
Derek

It's amazing how much easier it is for a team to work together when no one
has any idea where they're going.