Posted by karen_kay on May 4, 2004, at 20:22:50
In reply to Re: OK! You guys asked for it, my BEST one yet! :), posted by spoc on May 4, 2004, at 8:25:47
(*set scene: candles, nightie, glass of wine, soft music playing in the background, in fact piano music... yes, piano music, i like that. imagine with me, if you will, my voice is soft, yet longing, full of desire, but hurting in a way as well. does that set this up good enough? just what exactly do you people want from me? there's only so much i can do on a computer, ok? i'm trying here. if i had a camera and a crew, it would be better. i'm not an english major dam* it! but anyway, cigarette burning in the distance, a bit foggy.... that's good enough. i don't want to be here all night people. this is mearly for my amusement, sheesh!)
(*stands up, takes a sip of wine, takes time to think about what i must say. i want to think carefully about my words, as i don't want to lose spoc, now do i? voice also becomes softer. this i call 'soft' or 'nice karen')even when i attempt to translate your post, yet my attempts prove completely worthless, i'm still in love. i tried typing one word at a time, but gave up my dear. i tried yet another site that would allow up to 150 characters. i copied and pasted paragraph by paragraph, phrase by phrase to capture the essence of your secret whisper to me, yet that wouldn't quite hold my interest long enough either. i searched and i searched for a translator online spoc, i really did. what do you want from me? i can't fritter away my life here online. is that what you want? me to become an internet junkie as well, trying to read into your posts? trying to find your exact meaning of every phrase and letter? i just can't do it spoc. i just can't. (lets out a sigh...)
even when you speak a language i truly cannot stand to hear, i adore you. (*voice gets a bit louder and more demanding*) a language that sounds like you have something caught in your throat, your voice still sounds sexy to me. a language that i would swear was created when someone stapled their foot to the floor with a staple gun, you're still wooing me with the magic of intrigue and mystery. (*voice becomes demanding in a way, yet becomes softer as well. if only you people talked to me in real life, you'd understand my 'different voices'*) i must warn you spoc, you're playing a dangerous game. a game i thought i ruled. a game i thought i had created. a game i thought i had long ago mastered.
(*sitting down. drinking wine from bottle. sobbing now. notices a gnome run across the floor and throws the empty wine bottle in the general direction. the gnome is hit in the head and lies dead. karen and spoc have dinner plans tonight. karen stands up, fixes her nightie, takes a long drag from ciggie and takes a deep breath.)('authority karen' voice)
look spoc, this can't go on any longer. you have to stop with these games. why don't you just come out and say how you feel? i know i've neglected you. i know i've done you wrong. i can't say i'm sorry enough. but, let's get this out in the open. let's say what's on our minds. let's kiss and make up. you can't keep hiding from your feelings. you can't keep this up any longer. i know you still care about me. i can see it in your eyes. so, just tell me. quit speaking in this language i can't read. quit hiding behind your games. it's time for you to come right out and say it. it's time for you to be honest. it's time for you to admit it. i know one language, and that's the language of love. let's start speaking that one.
(sits back down on the couch. has another cigarette. and another. and another. by now, my voice is hoarse. i still have tears in my eyes, though my makeup is perfect. i stand, but even with feet the size of mountains, i can't keep my balance. spoc rushes to keep me up. we embrace. we kiss. she brushes the hair from my eyes. she looks lovingly into my eyes. oh yes, she's hooked once again. and she thought she had an internet addiction. ha!)spoc, in conclusion (so, i had an english final today, pardon me) i must address my point. though you try to remain mysterious with your foreign language and your cat and mouse games, i see through all of that. i know you love me almost as much as i love you. you try to make me jealous by posting briefly then leaving yet again to visit your numerous other friends and lovers. i'll not be jealous i tell you. it just won't happen. you're a wild girl (i wonder sometimes) that i just can't tame. i'll let you run. i won't even try to tie you down. well, i take that one back. but anyway, i won't keep you from your many adventures. you have days to sieze and lives to mystify. i won't stop you from doing so. i only ask that you not forget me. and that you briefly shake that lucious rump my way every once in a while. i'm stuck here. yes, i want you for my own, i'll admit that. but, at the same time i know it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the world to hold you back. you have many other hearts to break and money to steal. much like me, you are a kitty cat. willing to lie in bed one moment, then the next you are ready to punce and run to the neighbor's house for a treat of tuna and a pat on the rump. i know your type, i've seen it before. he!! i thought i invented it. so, i'm caught in my own trap i created. looks like karma kicked me in the pants.
(*walking away shaking the rump of course and the head is tilted sideways, closing the door, the lights are dimming, blowing out the candle, ashing cigarette on the floor, final puff)so spoc, is this it? are you done with me? are we really through? is this my last goodbye? i'll miss you, i really will. and i'll never be the same. and the next lover i meet, i'll take his money viciously, out of malice for my broken heart, but it won't be as fun as the last. and every time i hear the beautiful language i'll now call geroc, i'll think of you. and i'll cry. but they'll be tears of joy. because i know you'll no longer be playing slip and slide on your floor. and you'll no longer be sleeping with your laptop on your chest, but instead with mr bob by your side (and slinky of course, and through kid in there too). and everyone will be happy. and times will be good. and i'll marry donald trump. and i'll buy babble. and i'll delete this post. but, i'll never forget the times we had. so, i leave you with these final words....
new kids on the block expressed it best for me with 'please don't go girl'
Talk Intro... We've been together for a long time baby
Do you have to leave?
Please don't go girl
I just can't live without you
So listen to me don't go
(Chorus) Please don't go girl
You would ruin my whole world
Tell me you'll stay
Never ever go away
I love you I guess that
I always will
Girl you're my best friend
Girl you're my love within
I just want you to know
That I will always love you
Oh baby
Tell me you're staying
Never ever go away
I need you
I guess that
I always will
(Chorus)
Please, don't go girl
I'm going to always love you girl
I'm gonna long you girl, till the end of time
Tell me girl, that you'll always be mine
(Chorus)
Please don't go baby, no
(*door slams, music stops, lights are out. spoc is left alone, karen's sobbing in the other room. spoc picks up the coffee table and hurls it across the room. hits two more gnomes. looks like gnome stew for dinner. kid, all done (and husband looking for kelly!), slinky, noa, tabitha, and fallen all come for dinner and DESSERT!! whipped cream is served and jai cleans up the mess. ha ha jai! you lose this time! who wears the apron now?*)*side note, unrelated to this huge mess i plan to present one day somewhere some day for a new series on nbc, called "my day's a'comen"..... spoc m'dear... i meant every word of it. unless you're like me and look too hard into it. if you figure out what i meant, please let me know. i wouldn't mind stopping by to help you accomplish your mess you call work, but i have a feeling we'd be too busy to really get work done. i'm caught because i like you spoc and want to play. on the other hand, i'd like you to get your work done too. can't work wait awhile anyway? it is just work isn't it? and i'm kk. what's really imporatant here, work or play? i'd go with play, but that's just me and i have no job. but perhaps that's why i'm always broke. but, i'm pretty playful too. not that i'm trying to persuede you or anything ;) (yes, i winked at you) maybe you should get your work done darling. i'll be here. oh, but it is so very much fun playing with you too. and to think that i gave away so many secrets so soon. imagine what else you could pull out of me..... now darling, get back to work. i just saw that gnome steal your stapler and everyone knows that memo was sent about your reports. see you soon?
poster:karen_kay
thread:340747
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