who exists?

Right on!

And here's something to ponder:

Is there anyone here who has ever seen these two guys in the same room at the same time?????

spendius would not even think of threading under any other name than the one he uses.I have no interest whatsoever in pulling the wool over anyone's eyes.I dislike cheapskate tricks of that nature.In fact they are despicable in my eyes.Only those who go in for such slimeball activities could imagine someone else might.

Mathos is an entirely now,urban phenomena.spendius is a time-shift lover of Emily Bronte whose dear,dear wordplay reconjures his rural idyllic childhood in reveries shared only by the chosen few.The gap between Mathos and spendius is wider than the galactic spaceways.

Stars by my lost love.

Ah!why,because the dazzling sun
Restored my earth to joy
Have you departed everone,
And left a desert sky.

All through the night,your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine
And with a full heart's thankful sighs
I blessed that watch divine!

I was at peace--and drank your beams
As they were life to me
And revelled in my changeful dreams
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought--star followed star
Through boundless regions on
While one sweet influence,near and far,
Thrilled through and proved us one.

Why did the morning rise to break
So great,so pure a spell,
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek
Where your cool radiance fell.

Blood red he rose,and arrow straight
His fierce beams struck my brow
The soul of nature sprang elate,
But mine sank sad and low!

My lids closed down--yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And bathe in gold the misty dale
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow then
To call back Night,and see
Your worlds of solemn light,again
Throb with my heart and me!

It would not do--the pillow glowed
And glowed both roof and floor
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door.

The curtains waved,the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room
Imprisoned there,till I should rise
And give them leave to roam--

O,Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night.
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm,but burn--

That drains,the blood of suffering men--
Drinks tears,instead of dew--
Let me sleep through his blinding reign
And only wake with you!.

To seduce Emily you would have been on your own.No help from teachers,doctors,chemists,Agony Aunts(NB Agony),Instruction manuals,rubber technologists,bribes or any of the other mountain of gobbledegook.

In an urban landscape the stars are overwhelmed by the streetlights and the thoughts are imported or,one might say,injected.

She was born in spring,but I was born too late.
Blame it on the simple twist of fate.

What do we have here Spendius ?

Your idiotic self, Benn Gunn and Sister George' forming a horse-shoe towards me ?
It would appear the threads on occasion demand fatuous illogical comment.
There is little if any surprise at all the impromptu offerings from he who suffers penile disfunction. What a cleverly gerrymandered, poorly educated rural bumpkin who understands himself reflectively well.
The parvenu Cyracuz lasted but a short while. Now you haul in these two, who have decided to add their own senile manoeuverable tactics of poor design. Their relative irrational handicap being a source of mirth. The sheer ingenuity of 'Benn Gunn' akin to that of TPQ explodes in a brilliance one may wish to set parallel to the birth of' The Universe'

Suffice to say that I am almost rendered speechless.And that is no mean feat.

Holy shyt...Spendius "almost" rendered speechless.

One click more...and it would have happened.

And probably the Earth would have been kicked out of its orbit.

If things are gonna get this out of hand, I'm gonna quit egging these two on.




But not immediately.

Go on then Frank-give us a clue.How would you respond to

"What a cleverly gerrymandered,poorly educated rural bumpkin who understands himself reflectively well."

Don't bother with the missed comma though.

I can't do amazed incomprehension except by stating it and that isn't my style.That's like shouting "WANKER!!"It's illiterate.I was,for once,lost for words.I couldn't find a way in.One wouldn't shift a ten ton pile of shite in case there was a 2 dollar bill under it.

Either we all exist....or none of us really exist. Maybe none of us are really here and we are all living in some alternative dream world. However, it's either all or none in my oppinion.

Nah...Spend...I AM speechless at this.



Except for being even more suspicious than ever that you two are twins separated at birth.

Penatcle Queen when you ask whether or not you exist do you mean in the idea of the Matrix where you are in an alternate dream world or do you think that everything you know and see is made up in your mind?

When i was young i saw that movie Truman show and started thinking that that could happen to me but then realized after going on trips around the world that this idea would be impossible. Whyd i bring that up anyways i don't know if you really believe you don't exist or just wanted to start a convo but elaborate more im not sure what your proof for why you don't exist is. I was too lazy to read all the pages of this thread so if you already explained just quote it

A REQUEST:


Listen...

...some people are having a cyber election of sorts (for president of A2K)...and I have decided to run for the office.

Apparently it is entirely ceremonial...since Craven owns the site and he is gonna be the big cheese no matter what happens in this cockamamie election.

In any case...it appears some procedural meneuvers are taking place that may (MAY) prevent me from appearing on the ballot. I get the feeling that a minimum number of primary votes will be needed to make the final list of names.

I understand that occasionally I get passionate...and throw some shyt at some of the people to whom I am addressing this request...but, if you ever intend to get elected to anything...you gotta have desire and balls.

And "balls"...I've got in abundance.

So...even if you hate the thought of seeing my avatar in a thread in which you are a participant...I would appreciate you taking time to visit the thread linked below...and casting a vote for my name.

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=50016&start=100


YOU WILL NOT BE VOTING FOR ME...because the election is not even scheduled (as far as I know) yet...and this is like a primary to see who will make it to the final ballot.

You might hold your nose if necessary to do it...with the thought in mind that you could come to the actual election; vote against me; and hope for a humiliating landslide in someone else's favor.

Thank you for at least considering my request.

Hey !!! 'Benn Gunn'

I have given you my vote. Anything to get you off here! Spendius can look around 'The Coffee Shop' for another sidekick.

Frank:-

We don't do election manifestos.Anybody who wants to win an election is automatically disqualified from standing.

You should be patient and wait for greatness to be thrust upon you.

hey thats weird discreet, my friend used to think that and she brought it up in convo when we were taking about it the other day...

Hello Queenie:-

Long toime ney see.I hope you are well and your absence was not due to anything rotten.

I need to apologise.I thought,what with your original UN,that you lived in California.That is why I thought you were staying up too late.I only had your welfare in mind.Now that I know you live in England's green and pleasant I won't mention it no more.

good good.
No in actual fact i went on a rather exciting trip to london: which is a dump. you cant walk a street without seeing a tramp, a pregnant teenager, a building site, an illegal imigrant, or something else just as foul. neways....

and btw, apology exepted.

You Pompous Termagant!

What on earth is wrong in your head with ?

1 A Tramp
2 A pregnant teenager.
3 A building site
4 An illegal immigrant (and your saying a hell of a lot if you have the ability to spot illegal immigrants.)

Talk about a working class snob !

Do you play golf TPQ?

Queenie:-

Don't worry about Mathos.He's trying to learn the techniques of winning friends and influencing people.You have to make allowances-it's obviously a novel experience for him.

I stay away from London as often as I can which is all the time.

Thanx spendy!
Maybe mathos lives in london.
no i dont play golf.
golf is worse than london.

Nah...no great person ever just stood around waiting for things to happen. I like to make things happen.

I must say, by the way, that your name came up several times in New York when EhBeth, Lola, and I took our long walk yesterday...all of which you would have enjoyed!

Nancy and I will be over at Lola's tomorrow night...and I will be sure to mention to the lovely lady that you and I exchanged comments today.

I feel totally convinced Spendius, that your 'Old Self' and the other four are incarcerated in an old folks home! You are playing some dis enchanted game, having been granted access to a computer, enabling all of you to wile away the hours. Two of your clan, plus another soul were tramping the streets of New York yesterday, wishing you were with them. I doubt Queenie could find her way to The Mall, let alone Baker Street. I note with concern and confusion the little 'stage whispers' when heavy medication periods befall each of you! KKLola flys out West. Ben Gunn wants to get elected. Sister George is listening to Rolf and Jimmy,
Queenie flits about Englands capital, and your busy with the construction business! Leggo ?