Romilly MacAran is feeling like an Island

Learn to live with MTS
MTS is a chronic, pervasive condition 17 months ago

that occurs when mutual forces of attraction are at their strongest simultaneously. With no buffer, and no alternate polarity to counteract the magnestism, the pull is nearly insurmountable, the generate heat intense. Physical proximity intensifies the condition, but geographic distance does not significantly decrease the intensity of symptoms. There is no cure, and palliative treatments to date have shown no promising results.

Insidious.

and fatal to a workday….

Jul 23, 2008, 02:11PM PDT | 9 cheers


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verrin ~ Carpe Ricardo!

if i may, Mistress?

The subjective feeling that this syndrome engenders has been expressed musically. Imagine, if you will, the build-up to the final chord of the Beatles’ A Day In The Life.

And the inevitable collision of galaxies when that geographic distance is eventualy overcome… listen! it slowly builds… Also Sprach Zarathustra.

followed by a familiar little ditty from Devo, and perhaps Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s sage advice ...

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fatal indeed

Jul 23, 2008, 02:45PM PDT | Thread | Respond to this 3 cheers

A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "I musta made a wrong toin at Al-buh-KOY-kee"

I shall

fly, meandering about the world, looking here, listening there, tasting this, sampling that…and perhaps this ultimate symphonic tumult will find me, for now that I know it exists (and I KNEW it did) why would one want to do without?
(except, perhaps to get a workday in here or there)

Jul 27, 2008, 08:19AM PDT | Thread | Respond to this 3 cheers

Romilly MacAran is feeling like an Island

The only reason

One would want to fight the effects is out of pure necessity (the workday, the need for unadulterated concentration). Otherwise, I would willingly and blissfully give ito the wiles of its symptomology, and gratefully so, in fact.

As some unwittingly wise sloganeer once quipped, “Lead Me not into temptation, I can find it Myself.”

Jul 27, 2008, 04:28PM PDT | Thread | Respond to this 3 cheers

A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "I musta made a wrong toin at Al-buh-KOY-kee"

Indeed,

(I think) in the workday of one in the pure arts, it would (I think) unlock a great deal of uncharted territory (I think).

But not on deadline (I know).

Jul 27, 2008, 09:05PM PDT | Thread | Respond to this

Romilly MacAran is feeling like an Island

For one in the pure arts,

I have no doubt. However, the challenge of MTS is that it seeks to feed itself, to no other end but its own dual-pronged fulfillment. The challenge: to transfer that delicious, powerful energy to one’s art, one’s inspiration.

You are right, brilliant, creative Rat, there is, most definitely, no reconciliation of MTS with deadlines, timelines, or the walking of any other lines, for that matter.

May you harness the raw, tempestuous power of MTS and use it to your own accord.

Jul 28, 2008, 05:12AM PDT | Thread | Respond to this 1 cheer

It would seem, dear One, - A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other
As true today - verrin

Romilly MacAran is feeling like an Island

I do believe, My servant,

you have captured this feeling in lyric, tone, and melody. Noting, of course, that Frankie’s sage advice can and will be overturned, if Mistress’ desires prove otherwise.

Jul 28, 2008, 05:18AM PDT | Thread | Respond to this 1 cheer

verrin ~ Carpe Ricardo!

Noted, Mistress

One must, after all, have priorities.

and i know mine

Jul 28, 2008, 09:03AM PDT | Respond to this 2 cheers


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