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| Should Phil Mitchell for verisimilitude reasons become a true crackhead and rent out his body for crack? Even better let's have George Michael in the show. Here's the plot. Phil hits rock...get it...bottom and funds are so short round the flat that he has to bear butt to buy his £150 a day habit. He heads up West and hangs out at various parks known for frottaging and cubicles of cock fun amongst the gay milieu. George Michael playing Micheal George enters his life in more ways that one and they fall in love. Micheal George who is cast as a reclusive 80's boy pop star gone to seed opens up to Phil and gets him straightened out. However because Peggy would have Apoplexy if she knew her Phil was taking a length so they can't reveal their love. Dot Cotton would run them out of Walford firing words of fire and brimstone from her bible on the love that should not be. Meanwhile MIcheal George would be eye candy for the sisters at the Vic and Christian could get in on the act also as the love thwarted as recognising Phil's latent lust comes on to him over an English breakfast at the cafe. Just imagine the ratings going up and an injection of new Gay and Metro-sexual fans eager to at last see them take centre stage as Phil becomes the pin up boy for Bondage Masters and the lubricant lovers. This is just the synopsis for one weeks episode. Should I contact the BEEB and get them on my wave length. Phil can take care of the other length. |
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| What Do You Think of this Short Chapter? It's about a lesbian girl who agrees to be a surrogate mother to her two gay best friends... but hormones start playing with her mind and things she didn't think would happen start... happening. lol (the formatting got messed up) I rubbed my tired eyes, trying my best to focus on two of my best friends standing right in front of me. We had been abruptly awaken to a phone call in the middle of the night with Steven, our gay best friend, urging us to come up to his apartment immediately. There was a dawning silence, one of which I was almost afraid to break. My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, giving me a better view of an apprehensive Steven, and a nonchalant Alexi. Of course, I didn’t expect much from Alexi, he was just a dumb model, after all. It was Tabitha’s voice that finally broke the silence, for which I was thankful. “So, why the hell did you call us up here at 2 A.M.?! There better be a good reason or I will kick both of your asses.” She rolled up her sleeves and stared at the two men dominantly. “Spit it out, this dike has got s lot of fight in her.” I chuckled, my voice was low, but loud enough so everyone heard what I had said. Tabitha grinned, caressing my thigh real quick before diverting her attention back to the two males. We were sitting beside each other on the leather loveseats, while Alexi and Steven stood in front of us. It was undoubtedly awkward, I would have preferred for them to be sitting, too. “As you know, Alexi and I have been together for almost four years-” “Where is this going?” “Tabitha! Let him talk.” I reprimanded, slipping my fingers through hers. Her beautiful blue eyes looked back apologetically; she could only tame her anger for me. “Alexi and I are thinking about having a guy!” Steven squealed, his thin face lit up with excitement, I had never seen him so happy. “Oh, isn’t that wonderful!” I grinned, “Though, I think you’ll have a little trouble with that considering both of you are-” “I know where this is heading.” I turned my head and watched Tabitha’s expression carefully as she rolled her eyes with exasperation. I had no clue what was going on, or what Steven was trying to hint at? I looked up at the two men inquisitively, but Steven’s face only held sadness, one I could not stand to see on those angelic features. He ran his thin, bony fingers through his spiky blond hair, darting his eyes toward Alexi for some sort of comfort. Alexi shrugged and dug his hands into his pockets. “Come on, we’ve known each other since the first day we moved into the complex- two and a half years ago. It would mean so much to us if one of you girls agreed to be our surrogate mother?” “Oh, just because we’re your lesbian friends, doesn’t automatically give us the right to bear your guyren- or whatever! That’s just gross, I am never having a bowling ball shoot out of my vagina-never!” Tabitha shook her head in disgust as she stood up from her seat. “Tabitha, be nice!” I stood up beside her, I knew she was about ready to leave. “What’s a surrogate mother?” Tabitha looked at me caustically, like I had just tossed her collection of Dixie Chicks’ albums in the garbage disposal. “We were hoping that one of you would carry Alexi and my baby. Since, you know, biology isn’t so nice to us in that department.” “Like what, in vitro fertilization?” I ****** my brow, “You want one of us to have your guy?” “Yes, exactly, something like that.” Steven nodded, “Please tell me you’ll do it, I already know what Tabitha’s answer will be…” “No. You got that right!” She snarled, “And Sophie won’t do it either.” She grabbed my arm violently, pulling me towards her. I wasn’t quite sure what I thought about this situation, it was definitely not a no, or a yes. I pulled away from Tabitha, narrowing my eyes at her. “Don’t you ever-” “I’m sorry, baby.” she sighed, “It’s just- you can’t, we can’t. It’s a difficult process.” “You can’t speak for me.” I retorted. It angered me whenever Tabitha assumed she had this power over me. She always treated me like her little doll, like I was some sort of stupid guy who had to have her mommy make decisions for her. No, I wasn’t a little girl anymore, I’m a 24 year old woman who knows what’s right for her! “Yeah, Steven.” I turned my attention back to the two men, “I WILL have your guy.” “O-M-G, No way! T-M-T-H!” He fanned himself dramatically as he walked over to hug me. I knew I was doing something right, I could change the life of two very important people in my life… well, maybe three. I looked back at Tabitha, whose face was red and fuming with anger. I knew she couldn’t speak, or say anything about the decision I had made… not yet, at least. “That’s great.” Alexi said in his deep voice, cracking a slight smile. His facial structure was that of chiseled stone, with stubble always growing along his jaw. It was like he lived in 5 o’clock shadow land. He had these dark, green eyes, framed by thick eyebrows, your av |
| It's quite adorable, but not my cup of tea. I prefer more of society endured topic rather than this. However, it is rather good. How about I recommend you read "The 48 Laws of Power" by Robert Greene. It is actually a personal favorite of mine. |
| In this peom time is personified as the? A.apple trees B.night C.guy's friend D.light Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden, The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the guyren green and golden Follow him out of grace, Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the guyless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. |
| you can answer this question without reading the poem...thanks to the choices given, and also process of elimination. personified: aka personification: giving something human (person) like qualities. the only choice with person like qualities is choice C.) Guy's friend. |
| Notice the syllable count of corresponding lines in the various stanzas. ? Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden, The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the guyren green and golden Follow him out of grace. Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the guyless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. How does such ordering impose a certain form on the chaos of experience? what is the question asking? what syllables? |
| The first clue is that the question comes after the poem, so I am going to read the poem and try to figure out what the questions mean after I've read the poem. See ya in a bit with an edit on this answer... looking for clues. OK. If you look at the first line of the poem and count the number of syllables, and then look at the first line of every stanza and count the number of syllables in each, do you come up with the same number? What number is it? Do this for each line and write down the numbers. Is there any kind of a pattern? You might want to make sure that the last verse matches up with this pattern. The question is annoying, isn't it. It assumes as fact that experience is chaotic or that the poem reflects on "the chaos of experience." When you read the poem does it describe a chaotic experience or chaotic aspects of experience? What is your understanding of the meaning of the word "chaos" ? To me it is a riotous disorder, not mere randomness or aimlessness, but maybe I'm wrong. It certainly involves unpredictability... except that I do not see unpredictability in the poem... though there is certainly unpredictability in experience ... maybe this is relevant: does every stanza float along in the same pattern including right up to the very end? It will be interesting to hear what others have to say on this subject; I'm passing the buck. |
| How many stanzas does this poem have and where are they located? Does the poem below have four stanzas? I am confused because I was thinking along the lines that a stanza is kind of paragraph. I am sure not sure how this poem only has four stanzas. Where are the stanzas and can someone explain to me what a stanza is? Thanks Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden, The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the guyren green and golden Follow him out of grace, Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the guyless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. |
| Stanza is a fixed number of lines of verse forming a unit of a poem. |