[SenorJalapeno]

Many have insisted the offering below has nothing to do with love. However, the feelings it has always evoked in me could not be anything but love- for whom or for what I cannot really say…

Here is Christina Georgina Rossetti and De Profundis:

Oh why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.

I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.

I never watch the scatter'd fire
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
And all in vain:

For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.

[SenorJalapeno]

Hello! Person above person above me! Hello again, person above me.

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You can Bahaahaha! all you want, but if it were true, I'd be Bahaahahaing all the way to the Bahaahahank, and you'd come to bohohorow some of my mohoney to buhuy chocolate.

[SenorJalapeno]

Wsa ttah suppsoed ot eb gosh? I tog stol.

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Oh No! Senility erm seniority has set in prematurely! No worries person above me, read slowwwwwwwwly and several times.

[SenorJalapeno]

Person above me is learning the language of the Conquistadors and learning how to grow old at the same time. Being a senior is not an easy thing. But, you get tax benefits and perhaps a pension.

[SenorJalapeno]

Person above me wants an explanation.

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Pork? Never tried it, but am sure it tastes like a Pig, and if its taste is any similar to its looks, its probably awfully yuck.

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If as they say, Old is Gold, and by virtue, the older you are the more golden you are, I am .999 pure gold. Too bad I can't slice me self and sell if off.

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Hmm Milk Chocolate or Dark Chocolate…seeing that I am not particularly fond of chocolate, I don't remember. If I were to guess, I would have to say Dark Chocolate. A friend brought it from Czech Republic early this year. I freeze it, grind it, add full-cream milk, and make Hot Chocolate, add a dash of Cayenne Pepper and Voila! Heaven in a Mug.

Did either of you ever try Godiva or Theobrama? I see people going crazy over at their stores here. I'm more of a Blueberry/Raspberry Cheesecake person.

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I have some Belgian Chocolate in the freezer. Its quite old so I don't know if its any good. Its yours if you want it, but please bring a Camel, uh-huh, that's right, a Camel.

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'When I lost you honey sometimes I think I lost my guts too…'

Ouch! The runs to go with a breakup. Thats sad. Cruel even. If one uses all their tissue to wipe their tears they would have none left to erm…aww sad…so sad!

[SenorJalapeno]

'…arabs are hecka cheap too…we be dying for them discounts. we'd sit for hours tryna convince the seller…it's hilarious.'

Midnight Madness Sale in most of the Malls here. 90% off on all things you do not need and 10% off on everything you do need. Special Discounts for Arab Aunties with a predisposition to hug others. Lmao.

Erm…You coming Ninja?

[SenorJalapeno]

Love for dance is a curse? I have a bigger problem. I'm afraid if I dare dance, I will be cursed. So, rather love dance and curse oneself for being unable to dance, rather than love dance, be unable to dance and be cursed for dancing.

Ps: Please try not to tap too fast and too often. People might think you are a tailor.

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As usual, my sense of timing seems to have deserted me. I am sorry. I love what I am reading and my post stands out like a magician in a monastery.

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Some friends are like small and slender colored bottles with narrow openings, especially when our soul-conversation or 'outpouring' needs a friend who is more of a crystal-clear bottle of generous proportions with a wider mouth. I do not know if its just me, or perhaps, you may have had a similar inkling- I have friends with whom I share certain issues or ideas, that are very important to my life, and go home feeling like most of my words bounced off the narrow opening of a small and slender colored bottle and spilled sadly to the floor. We call this 'zoning off,' but it feels more like betrayal. I also have friends, thankfully, who are wonderful listeners that do not taint my words with uninvited opinion or taunt them with harsh judgment, but receive them eagerly and offer me the luxury of leisurely reflection.

I am grateful for these select few…for where would I be without such friends who compassionately accept the turbid waters of my scattered thought but capaciously return them unambiguous and uninflected.

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Certainly! 'There is no place like home,' or something to that effect, because when one has been away from 'home' for the better part of his life, it sometimes feels as if the aforementioned statement should be amended thus: 'There is no home like a place…'

My house barely felt like home, and now that my dog has moved on, it feels even less like home. But, life goes on. One more day of work and I can sink my sorrows in pots of strong coffee and a good book over the weekend. I plan on reading Gabriel García Márquez's 'The Autumn of the Patriarch' yet again.

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Nice Venting.

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Umm…a doctor from Africa that goes 'Quack Quack?'

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Lay unconscious thread on the floor…open mouth…check if airways are blocked. Pinches nose firmly between thumb and fore-finger…extend head to open airways…open mouth wide like a Hippo…take a deep breath…place mouth firmly on thread to make an airtight seal and breathe firmly…watch erm thread's chest rise and fall…forget name…place…and all other details..oh wait! that's not it…sheesh rising and falling chests…erm…thread is alive!

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