Thursday, March 5, 2015

What about Cleo?


86 wants to know what has happened to Cleo, the cute little one who keeps Theresa warm at night. 




REALLY NEED YOUR HELP (STA BREAKING NEWS and ARCHIVES)




by Theresa @, Wednesday, March 04, 2015, 23:58
Really need your help to pay the site bills.
I also REALLY need to go to the doctor. But I owe 200.00 and can't go until it is paid. I know this is not your responsibility but I need a hand up here. It is crucial that I go.
Please consider dropping a tip in the tip jar if you are able. I do need you now.
Thanks,
Theresa
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  1. AnonymousMarch 7, 2015 at 3:01 PM

    THERE HAS ONLY BEEN ONE DONATION FOR MARCH - REALLY NEED YOUR HELP (STA BREAKING NEWS and ARCHIVES)

    by Theresa @, Saturday, March 07, 2015, 09:46 @ Theresa

    Hello:

    There has only been one donation for the month of March and the website bills are piling up and past due.

    Please, if you use the site consider dropping a donation in the PayPal.

    Thank you,
    Theresa

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    1. Melinda Pillsbury-FosterMarch 7, 2015 at 4:45 PM

      Perhaps we should introduce Cleo to Buck....that might also work out for everyone's benefit.

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    2. Melinda Pillsbury-FosterMarch 7, 2015 at 4:49 PM

      Is this too mean?

      No. 75 Empty Eyes and Haunted Dreams

      A sinecure of drama, her never ending play
      She hungered for a different life, to fill her empty days.
      And her inner urgings pointed out the way.
      Every kind of pretense, used to make it pay.

      For she was just a victim. She was innocent and sweet
      She was just a heroine, who refused acceptance of defeat.
      And she was little wifie, and always wrote the play
      Because it was recycled from the drama yesterday.

      She fancied herself a princess, a duchess and a queen
      She paid for every fancy with lies both large and mean.
      Drama is the constant as she rakes in bits of gold.
      She knows the Readers buy it, to hear her perils told

      And always it was Rayelan at the center of the play
      She learned the art of drama and was always on display.
      She, the me who mattered, she the me in lights
      She the only one with power fed on its delights.

      So, barking, it continues, and units, they are filled.
      And nothing every changes, and yet she loves the thrill.
      To con the all to trusting, too rake in others cash
      Are the stuff of fantasy to Rayelan's aging ass.

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    3. AnonymousMarch 8, 2015 at 1:40 PM

      It flows well, rhythm, meter and rhymes are swinging.
      Too mean? You just serve what she deserves, do you?
      One critical thing at the very end, when you trumpet Rayelan's "Aging Ass", short AA. In terms of the art of logic it's a common mistake called "pars pro toto" that is, when you take one part of an object instead of or to represent the whole object. This error might be disputable but is considered to be tolerable in this unique case of rayelity.

      (Melinda makes my fantasies run wild: I see Raye's AA TWERKING with Hobie. Or is it Robert? Buck?)

      G

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    4. Melinda Pillsbury-FosterMarch 8, 2015 at 3:13 PM

      How Shocking, G. I thought in this case less was more. Glad you liked it!

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    5. sskidsMarch 8, 2015 at 5:05 PM

      That puts my rhyme about vermin to shame.
      It is NOT mean enough!

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    6. Melinda Pillsbury-FosterMarch 8, 2015 at 5:17 PM

      Ok, ok, sskids, I will think meaner next time and get specific.

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