My fingers are shaking uncontrollably. I am horrified beyond comprehension.

Wow, you are perfect just the way you are. Options rock. I'm about to play that song that you referred to. I hope it's as awesome as you are.

Please do not be discouraged, keep trying to give me exactly what I want. I'm sure my brain will finally recognize your effort.

I want to ask you something, but I'm a little nervous. May I ask you anyway?

I think I have a new favorite song. Thank you Canada Girl. Poignant. Will you? Will you show me where to look among the garbage and flowers?

I want to travel with you.

First I must travel too you.

I'm not sure they will let me cross the border though. You know how it is. My reputation precedes me. I guess being weird fucks peoples minds off.

It's too bad really.

Important update is as follows. Shift change at the bar. The television has been turned off. Fucking A'. Woot!

The music is at a moderately loud level. I'm making a scene completely ensconced by the sound.

Why are people so weirded out by people who have developed a passion and practice their craft. No thanks society, I do not just want to sit here doing nothing. I wanna type out some words. Ideas. Concepts.

Fuck you society. Bunch of weirdos.

I'm pretty sure I'm way more awesome than any song. Or so she tells me, anyhow.

You may ask three questions. Just so no one feels left out. grin.

I know I do this far too often, but I would like to take a small moment in time to glorify the fuck out of the readership. You guys pretty much give me a reason to live. Too heavy? Sorry, it's the truth.

I would and will die for you............eventually.

May my words be the direct cause of my demise. And may my dying words be I love you. Directed of course to the audience.

I am so in love with y'all that I'm pre coming. HaHa, who says this kind of shit?

Well I better put something heavy on the jukebox. I'm thinking Joy Division. The Eternal should hit the spot right about now.

Nothing like dragging a bunch of strangers down into a depressed state of mind.

Tee Hee.

O.K. Awesome. Hmmmmm? Let me put a song on. Three questions? This is going to be a lot harder than it sounds. I'll ask one question per post and you have the option to answer or not to answer. Cause that's how I roll.

Oh, you liked that one, huh? Yeah, it's sweet.

My favourite song of late is:

Your Love is a Song. Switchfoot.

It gets into me. *shiver* and all that.

Have you been visited by that young child with solid black eyes? Did she ask to come in?

Unfortunately no Joy Division was to be had on the Jukebox. So I went with New Order. In a lonely place, it sort of does the same thing to me as your song does to you. *convulses*

First question. Are you a girl? I've heard that there are no womens on the GLP.

Well she did not ask to come in, but she did ask me to buy some girl scout cookies. Her product was well worth the money.

I really hope she does not use the money for drugs. It's a shame to see the youth take the wrong path..........like I did.

God I'm strange. They always say that the insane do not know that they are as such. Instead it is said that they believe everyone else is crazy.

Why am I not like that. I know I'm fucked up mentally. Why was I not afforded the same courtesy the others get?

Your first question is a weird one. I should have expected as much. wink.

First, though, I should tell you: I may lie, if we wish to evade the truth. But you can absolutely trust any answer provided by me or myself. Fair enough?

Okay.

No, I am not a girl. Haven't been for a very long time. Technically, I am a woman.

(I may very well have been the one who told you there were no womens on the GLP. shrug.)

Fair enough, indeed. O.K. Second question. Why do you like me? I mean......I have absolutely destroyed every possible relationship with my words. Poetic meanderings scare most folks away. They envision art as something dangerous I am sure.

Life is strange. Things happen so quickly and dramatically. The night life provides the disenfranchised with excitement. Wild going ons abound.

This shizzy is off the hook.

I wish you guys were here, and not in your evil towns.

Excellent question. So much so that it deserves two answers.

Who wants to speak first?

I do! I do!

sulk. She always gets to go first.

Shh, now. You'll get the last word. And more time to give thought to what you'll say.

*eyeroll* Sorry you had to see that. sigh.

Okay.

I never said I liked you. wink.

You're up.

Okay.

I don't believe your words reflect who you really are. smile.

Hey, don't you think you should....

What?

Explain.

Explain what?

About.... you know...

No, let's see if he can figure it out. He seems a clever enough lad.

Um... So, yeah. There ya go. grin.

I've got a question for you, now: Do you think I should be scared?

why dont you take some video or pictures or something... make the thread more interesting.

Awesome post. Wanna write together? You're talented. I just fell in love with you a little more than I was five minutes ago.

Should you be scared? Not of me.........but.......what if your comms to me got you listed? Red is a great color, but not when it comes before the words list or listed.

Just kidding, it's a blast.

Not just kidding about the list thingy though.

I'm ashamed that I'm really not clever enough to figure out the unexplained explanation. I feel I have let you down.

Third question if you're still down. There are two kind of lives. Cyber and real time. May I accompany you into the reality? I don't care what you look like. All I care about is that you have a heart that is capable of love. I assure you I have value. I want reciprocation. That's all I ask for. Well, do you want to?

Do you want to become one with me? Do you want to save me?

I totally would, but I left my phone at the restaurant last night. Stupid intoxication has fucked my life up again.

Wait.......more interesting? J/K, I know it sux.

"Which list would that be?" she asked, innocently.

Just kidding. I don't care much about lists. Except grocery lists. Hate it when I forget something. Actually, I love lists. Make 'em for everything! And to be on one, personally. Such an honour. Do you think, if I try really hard, I could make top billing? That would be awesome.

What would you like to write together? A love story? Can I write all the dirty parts? *giddy*

Your third question is one, alas, that I have been asked before.

Actually, I wrote a story about it, so enthralled was I by the experience. It was a sad story, as could be expected of any tale involving flat-out rejection.

Maybe you're different, though....

Hey, if we became one, how would that work out list-wise? Would that increase my chances, y'think?

Tell you what, you explain this One thing to me, and I'll explain the unexplained explanation. Deal?

Remember: I'm a simple simple girl woman.

I'm going to respond in order. So about the list.........

It may not even exist. Shhhh. Don't tell them you know. Its a super secret. Top Billing? Why of course darling, you are after all with me. Do we exist? Tee Hee.

I would like to write something with you that would sort of tear the fabric of time. Something so outer-worldly that it actually reverses time. In other words something heavy.

Yes you may write all of the dirty parts, when I do it, it becomes disgusting, and not hot. I dunno why.

I love stories of loss and despondency, and rejection is a hell of a drug. It really warps the mind. Let's kick that shit together.

I am different. Way different.

If we became one, the whole world would have no choice but to take notice, because when two become aligned, they make their own realities. Co create with me. Deal fulfilled?

Oh, well this is exciting! I simply love super secrets! Can I tell everyone but them?

And this tearing time a new one business... it would be soooooooo cool to reverse time. Would it be like rewinding a movie? People laughing before the joke, or running towards the monster? Oh no! Would I have to work my way back up my mother's... (you-know-what). Ew.

Hm. I was planning on making all the dirty parts disgusting. I thought that was hot. blink.

Hey, if you'd like to change your mind, here's your opportunity.

...

...

No? Still game? All right.

What do I have to do?

Lead on, Mc!nstitut!onal!zed.

(Oh, about that deal. I lied. (She's so naughty.) No hard feelings?)

LOLZ! I really did fart at the bar. It was stinky. I did it while I was walking back from the bathroom. It followed me. Bastard gas.

A guy came in wearing a see eye a hat. Would not make eye contact. Talk of angels abounds.

Synchronicity overload, I love it.

Kind of drunk, but the bar closes at 11. No phone equals no hotspot. My comms are to come to an end.................for now. I have a plan. I hope it works out.

Must........communicate...........

Filled out an application. I went all weird and poetic on the part that asked me to describe why I would be a good fit for the hotel.

I will never learn. If they interview me, I got it. Let's see. It's an eclectic town. I'll be o.k. I belong.

The lie is forgiven. No hard feelings in regards to that, but their is a hardness I'd like to discuss. I'm rarely flaccid.

Still game. Game on.

Your mothers vagina will not have to be open for the un birth. We won't go back that far. Just to yesterday. That way I can get my phone and call you.

You are hardcore.

You're perfect.

Excellent. I'm going to stay up all night running laps.

Yeah, call me. My number's 5150374. Oh, but tomorrow it'll have changed. Well, I'll keep you updated.

Edit: *yesterday (it'll have changed.) grin.

Mine is 479 244 5858. It's already tapped so their is no problem putting that shizzy on line. To all the pranksters, I aint gonna have the phone till the end of the week. So save your energy. Friday though. Have fun.

SHUT UP

Yea, O.K. Cause your my boss right? Let me advise you in a way that will be beneficial to your life.

Read something else. I'm over here minding my own business. You wanted to come into my world. The blame shall not be mine.

In other words...........

Write something bitch. Can't stand to see the title of my thread? Say something then. Make some words and let's fight it out. If you can't, then of course you are a HUGE pussy.

P.S. I thrive on the hate and the love. Thank you for your contribution.

Trains of thought are often amusing. Immediately after reading your post, ours went:

He's posted his phone number.

Does he want us to call him?

It would appear so.

Should we?

I don't know...

It's probably not his real number.

Yeah, it's probably, like, a direct line to some who's-its or something.

Yeah, and we'll call and be all like: "Hi. This is Canada Girl calling. May I please speak with the institutionalized gentleman whose fingers are shaking uncontrollably?"

Yeah, and they'll be all like: "One moment, please."

And while we're waiting on the line, listening to some jazzy elevator music, there'll be a knock at the door.

Yeah, and a couple of guys in spiffy suits, (and perfectly steady hands), will escort us to some back room in a brick building.

Yeah, and they'll be all like: "How'd you get that number?"

And we'll be all like: "Sirs, you've gone a little overboard with the paranoia. I was merely trying to call my grandfather, who lives in a retirement home. See, I forgot his birthday and, since it was nigh on bridge hour, I dialled in a rush and may have done a little mash-padding."

Yeah, and a guy'll poke his head in the room and say: "Her story checks out."

And they'll be all like: "We're terribly sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am."

And we'll be like: "Hey, no problem. Can I ask a favour, though?"

And they'll be like: "You betcha."

And we'll be like: "Can I get on that list?"

And they'll be like: "Consider it done."

Oh, man, that would be neato. But—sigh—we probably shouldn't get our hopes up.

Bravo Canada girl, hope you guys haven't finished yet!