Post #684816 by White Devil on Sat, Jul 6, 2013 8:44 AM

You're really stretching the definition of "tiki" with this crap. Also, you still owe me $88 from that paypal refund you failed to give me.

Daisy, since no one took me up on my proposal to pay you hush-money (or more accurately hush-yer-bitchin' money), it may be painful to realize that oftentimes, people just don't seem to care. Well, I found this poem today that says otherwise...

Somebody Cares

Somebody cares and always will--
The world forgets, but God loves you still.
You cannot go beyond His love
No matter what you're guilty of,
For God forgives until the end--
He is your faithful, loyal Friend...
And though you try to hide your face,
There is no shelter any place
That can escape His watchful eye,
For on the earth and in the sky
He's ever-present and always there
To take you in His tender care
And bind the wounds and mend the breaks
When all the word around forsakes.
Somebody cares and loves you still,
And God is the Someone who always will.

--Helen Steiner Rice

Helen Steiner Rice cared, and so did I, which is why I offered to send you Happy Meal money in a PM, so that you could go to McDonald's and buy yourself a Happy Meal today since you can't afford to go see “Man of Steel *.” Now, Daisy, you know as well as I do that they can't call it a "Happy" meal if it doesn't make people Happy. But you also turned that offer down, which makes me wonder if perhaps you'd rather be unHappy than Happy. While thinking about this, I found you another poem...

In Someone's Shadow

One day a man will take you on the high roads;
After a time he'll leave you someplace nice
Or tell you where the big boys play.
They usually string out their games
In someone's shadow
It could be yours.
More likely mine,
For mine's grown longer and there's more room here.
--Rod McKuen

Now this was a poem that Rod wrote for a young woman (perhaps not unlike yourself, Daisy), who secretly wished to be taken to where “the big boys play,” and where things have “grown longer.” Rod was our most preeminent Mid-Century poet, so he darned well knows his poetry, and so when he writes to you about leaving you someplace nice, it's a promise you can believe in, even if you don't buy into Helen's supernatural sentiments.

All this by way of saying I've done my part in third-party mediation efforts, and I wish you the best in future endeavors. I don't know what more I could've done to put a smile on that (no doubt) cute, freckly face of yours, but Daisy you're a tough ol' sow.

• I don't know why you'd want to see a Superman movie when you've got Rod around, who obviously knows not only how to write one heck of a Mid-Century poem, but is palpably a man who knows how to handle himself.

[ Edited by: White Devil 2013-07-06 09:57 ]