seven words

Ah, Cyracuz, I see that you are as competent at compression as you are with the splendicity of sonnets.

Thanks letty. It is fun to be able to show it to someone who understands the language. Norwegians are generally well educated in bacic english, but nowhere near enough to comprehend the nuances of the language. Nuances that are absent form norwegian.

Light white flakes
swirling like cakes
ditto

never seen cakes
swirl like flakes
snowcake?

turds twirling in rhapsody
porcelain surrounds

whooosh

Cyracuz, I am so inept with other languages, but I must admit that there are those for whom English is the native tongue, that don't recognize the nuances as well. Don't be misled by Gus, he is one fantastic writer when he gets his head out of the toilet bowl.

Misled? I thought his seven words were all good. Try saying it out loud. It's fun

Gus does have a very interesting way of putting the reality of things quite bluntly. And that is pretty impressive. I don't think he was excited over his head being in the toilet, but he reminded me of a child, full of delight watching his first "big" potty moment.

Cyracuz, I found your seven words saying so much more than seven words. It was so peaceful and erotic at the same time.


Yikes! Sorry for the edit, but without it, my misspelling would not have made any sense at all!

I've never thought of it as erotic, but you are right. It could be a description of that split second, (after we're done and before I fall asleep )

Awwww, come on! Isn't this where you are supposed to stay awake and talk while you cuddle for the next hour?

If she has the energy to do anything but sleep when I'm done with her I've not done it right. :wink: