Is being creative the same as telling the truth?

Oh wow, there's so much stuff I'd want to do. Just a night? Can't we have a full day? Or a weekend?

I want to go to a burlesque show, someone take me please?

Warm blankets, under the stars with my hubby, talking about bollox, with hot chocolate and Terra Naomi playing guitar and singing quietly. Cool breeze making us wrap the blankets tighter around ourselves. The occassional bat flying overhead. No traffic noise, no light polution, just stars, rustling leaves, guitar/singing and us talking about shallow nothings. *smiles contentedly*

Say whatever you wish.Anything that you could see yrself doing

Dressing up in my best clothes, going out to dinner and a good movie, then going to a jazz bar and laughing with my friends.

I'd fly out to paris go to a nice club. Stay out late with our famous friends. Have coffee at one of those cut cafes. Then go to the eiffel tower. Last but not least go to the Lovure again.

Ok, so we (I don't know who 'we' is yet... any takers?) would start out sitting out on the seafront, around this time of year; when it's cold, but not windy just yet. Really wrapped up warm, just watching the waves tumble, distoring the reflection of the moon in the water.
Eating fish and chips, of course.
Then we'd go to the burlesque show... hell, we'd take part in the burlesque show.

And then we'd find the highest building, and sit on top of it, talking pure shite until the sun rises.

Who else but me?

The stars were under me tonight,
I could feel nothing, then infernal joy!
No need for who I am or was,
steady unfamiliarity, then narcissistic bliss.
Another form of I, I am not.
Shrills of unanswered meanings filled the air,
Waves of tumbling questions splash,
empty shells on the sky beneath my feet.
I'm beside myself inside of me.
My only friend, a tattered bond.
that affected how he influenced me
and who I was suppose to be.
He washed my past from what left I had,
in a rapid, rythmic, calmer scheme.
Unraveling time sand by sand.
The night, this night no moon in site,
As if there were no moon.

Mine's 'helpful'?

Ooooh, is someone planning on taking me out?



[please?]
haha

Going to a theatre in some City.Then a nice meal and a quiet bar for the early hours.
Colourful but not too noisy.

I went to the theatre a few weeks ago, and I ate a whole bag of share-size minstrels to myself.

A hike. Under the stars. With a bottle of wine and a few pints of Haggendaz strawberry (kept chilled of course). And good company.

oh shit..it's Haagen-Dazs. I should know how to spell my favorite ice cream..gosh.

i would have gone to the Royal Albert Hall wearing a wooden hat with giant bells hanging off it - demanded that I be let in as one of Britains up and coming fashion designers...then I would have snuck backstage and replaced all the models clothes with fleece and tracksuit bottoms with breadsticks for shoes..then woudl have screwed around with the mixing desk and when Razorlight came on to do their song woudl have put chronic fart noises through the PA system so loud that the stage started to dismantle itself. then I woudl have released 456 bats into the auditorium and made them piss and shit ammonia all over the place...this woudl all of course have been beemed live to all TV stations in the world. I then would claim that it was some kind of genius ART iNSTALLATION and win the Turner prize and be revered by the entire world as one of teh best living artists ever to grace this soggy earth. Then had a Maccy D's with 3 chocolate milkshakes and gone for a crap on Tesco carpark.

Don't be shy say what you feel bee7 !