Today - I fell in love with an egg!

[pattricia]

Go on - break her in!

 

:hihi: :hihi: :hihi:

[Longcol]

Love is an illness; that much is true. It is like an addiction but more painful.

 

 

Or to quote Arthur Arbutnott, the Bard of Barnsley (deceased);

 

"Ipso fatso, ergo dingle" or summat like that.

[john t]

This thread is egging along at a nice pace dont you think.?

 

jt

[Gangan]

Go on - break her in!

 

Maybe he should eat his egg.Then she will become a part of him forever...Ahhhh!

[Fragonard]

I think, Mini, that inside your egg is a beautiful lady who is aware of your feelings and who is waiting for you to hold her when she hatches. How can you invest so much time and love in to something and not be rewarded? However, she does not know YOU yet, and so you must give her the opportunity to learn all about you and your needs. Wait until you see her. Take her hand, and lead her to your warmth.

[miniminch]

She’s amazing! Did I tell you that? Asleep on her bed, Omsk looks so warm and secure, as if I’m watching her through a plastic crib for the first time. The moon is full tonight, like a stone mill-wheel clinging on to nothing. They both have me tonight. I can’t describe it fully.

 

I took a photograph of Omsk today and took it up the hill to the spot where I found her. I waited in the naked trees for two minutes or four hours, I didn’t really look. I wanted to see if something came back for the egg. A swan, an alligator, a snake.

 

Nothing, until a dog came sniffing through the undergrowth. It spied me and stopped. Had it smelt the egg? Did he suspect I had it? Have I kidnapped Omsk? Our gazes were not broken until a woman came up behind it calling. She spied me too and stopped. So now, I had four eyes to stare into.

 

-What on earth are you doing?

I could feel myself shrinking. I was the size of the dog now, barely above the weeds.

- Are you Ok?

- Yes, I’m err waiting for an alligator.

 

Then she was gone. The dog too. It was getting dark. The moon had spun into the sky; a big wide tear. The trees had become shadows and the city began to melt under my feet. I knew where happiness was, that moment. I left the photo of Omsk where I found her in case something came back for her. I left my phone number on the back.

 

Walking back through the city to my flat, I had the feeling that is the reward of all this; the highest of highs. As small as I was, the lights shimmered, kaleidoscoping on wet streets. The city was a cooking pot and drum machines blew crushes from every doorway. I was the riches in the road that moment. I knew where I was going and who I was going to. This was my apartheid. We have become separated in knowledge, you and I. And even before the cold dripping steel of the key slid into the lock; I knew that this was a charmed life.

[cloudybay]

She’s amazing! Did I tell you that? Asleep on her bed, Omsk looks so warm and secure, as if I’m watching her through a plastic crib for the first time. The moon is full tonight, like a stone mill-wheel clinging on to nothing. They both have me tonight. I can’t describe it fully.

 

I took a photograph of Omsk today and took it up the hill to the spot where I found her. I waited in the naked trees for two minutes or four hours, I didn’t really look. I wanted to see if something came back for the egg. A swan, an alligator, a snake.

 

Nothing, until a dog came sniffing through the undergrowth. It spied me and stopped. Had it smelt the egg? Did he suspect I had it? Have I kidnapped Omsk? Our gazes were not broken until a woman came up behind it calling. She spied me too and stopped. So now, I had four eyes to stare into.

 

-What on earth are you doing?

I could feel myself shrinking. I was the size of the dog now, barely above the weeds.

- Are you Ok?

- Yes, I’m err waiting for an alligator.

 

Then she was gone. The dog too. It was getting dark. The moon had spun into the sky; a big wide tear. The trees had become shadows and the city began to melt under my feet. I knew where happiness was, that moment. I left the photo of Omsk where I found her in case something came back for her. I left my phone number on the back.

 

Walking back through the city to my flat, I had the feeling that is the reward of all this; the highest of highs. As small as I was, the lights shimmered, kaleidoscoping on wet streets. The city was a cooking pot and drum machines blew crushes from every doorway. I was the riches in the road that moment. I knew where I was going and who I was going to. This was my apartheid. We have become separated in knowledge, you and I. And even before the cold dripping steel of the key slid into the lock; I knew that this was a charmed life.

 

 

I guess you must teach in some sink estate school. It gets you like this. Prozac helps.

[StarSparkle]

She’s amazing! Did I tell you that? Asleep on her bed, Omsk looks so warm and secure, as if I’m watching her through a plastic crib for the first time. The moon is full tonight, like a stone mill-wheel clinging on to nothing. They both have me tonight. I can’t describe it fully.

 

I took a photograph of Omsk today and took it up the hill to the spot where I found her. I waited in the naked trees for two minutes or four hours, I didn’t really look. I wanted to see if something came back for the egg. A swan, an alligator, a snake.

 

Nothing, until a dog came sniffing through the undergrowth. It spied me and stopped. Had it smelt the egg? Did he suspect I had it? Have I kidnapped Omsk? Our gazes were not broken until a woman came up behind it calling. She spied me too and stopped. So now, I had four eyes to stare into.

 

-What on earth are you doing?

I could feel myself shrinking. I was the size of the dog now, barely above the weeds.

- Are you Ok?

- Yes, I’m err waiting for an alligator.

 

Then she was gone. The dog too. It was getting dark. The moon had spun into the sky; a big wide tear. The trees had become shadows and the city began to melt under my feet. I knew where happiness was, that moment. I left the photo of Omsk where I found her in case something came back for her. I left my phone number on the back.

 

Walking back through the city to my flat, I had the feeling that is the reward of all this; the highest of highs. As small as I was, the lights shimmered, kaleidoscoping on wet streets. The city was a cooking pot and drum machines blew crushes from every doorway. I was the riches in the road that moment. I knew where I was going and who I was going to. This was my apartheid. We have become separated in knowledge, you and I. And even before the cold dripping steel of the key slid into the lock; I knew that this was a charmed life.

 

Utterly sublime, Mini. Breathtakingly beautiful.

 

Sparkle x

[Longcol]

Utterly sublime, Mini. Breathtakingly beautiful.

 

 

IMHO lacks eleggance.

[Gangan]

Pretty pretty pretty P EGG Y Sue!