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Sylvia
I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam
It tickled you to leave them there
It was the thought of a young child
or of a lost fairy
It reminded me of who I am
That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean
And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly
Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway
I do it for you and I do it for me
because having learned from others and from you
I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace
You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free
A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV
You have to separate the wheat from the chaff
You have to be discerning
It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning
and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under
It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder
from high sea cliffs
I know, my dear
I wish that I had been here
or there
I wish that you were here now
If you're not now
because who knows how these things work?
Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana
All of my kind women
Who came before me
Blonde
I dyed my hair black for you
I turned my back in that black pond
I swear I wont stop until I'm dead
and here I am at 34
and what for?
To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way
towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean
To bring them back up safe to the facility instead
and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before
I let myself into room 2 and got undressed
I was sunburnt
Contemplative and sore
and as I fell asleep
by Gabapentin
I lay my head on the pillow
and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen
and sang you a lemon melody
I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat
in case you got restless and wanted to leave
and I hugged you with my baby's breath
and sang your spirit to bed
the way I would have if you were my child
or if I had children
My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head


 


ur legit gonna look the same stop buying oil of Olay face cream

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sylvia

i knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam'

it tickled you to leave them there

it was the thought of a young child

or of a lost fairy

it reminded me of who i am

thats why im now at this facility by the ocean

and why i go barefoot and why i go calmly

why i leave my shoes up by the stairway

i do it for you and i do it for me

because having learned from others and from you

i learned there was a missing piece to finding exist calmess and and domestic bliss to lead to peace

you see you cant fall in love with a man like ted or a musician who sings about being free

a woodworker doesnt a good man make if he wants his work to be on tv

you have to separate the wheat from the shaft

you have to be discerning

it takes diligence

consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning

and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take u under

it isnt just the water black that makes the body plunder

from high sea cliffs

i kniow, my dear

i wish that i had been here

or there

i wish that u were here now

if youre not now

because who knows how these things work?

sylvia marilyn viot diana

all of my kind women

who came b4 me

blonde

i dyed my hair black for you

i turned my back in that black pond

i swear i wont stop til im dead

and here i am at 34'

and what for?

to bring my peair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way

towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean

to bring them back up safe to the facility instead

and i think of u as i walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before

i let myself into room 2 and got undressed

i was sunburnt

contemplative and sore

and as i fell asleep

i gathered (?)

i lay my head on the pillow

and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen

and sang you a lemon melody

i kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat

in case u got restless and wanted to leave

and i hugged you with my babys breath

and sang your spirit to bed

the way i would have if you were my child

or if i had children

my queen annes lace heart weightless on your little head

 

 

 

Thank you!

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Well written Selly, you have made some good points of views on your part, but don´t worry too much about these things.

You will sleep alot better at night.

 

The world has already been flooded with about a million News headlines about this past event. Every writer stating their points of views too.

 

Why do people worry so much about these Insta-Crap-Gram posts?  

 

 

Excuse me while I go make myself another cool chillin´Gin+Tonic

 

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Sylvia

I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam

It tickled you to leave them there

It was the thought of a young child

or of a lost fairy

It reminded me of who I am

That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean

And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly

Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway

I do it for you and I do it for me

because having learned from others and from you

I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace

You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free

A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV

You have to separate the wheat from the shaft

You have to be discerning

It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning

and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under

It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder

from high sea cliffs

I know, my dear

I wish that I had been here

or there

I wish that you were here now

If you're not now

because who knows how these things work?

Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana

All of my kind women

Who came before me

Blonde

I dyed my hair black for you

I turned my back in that black pond

I swear I wont stop until I'm dead

and here I am at 34

and what for?

To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way

towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean

To bring them back up safe to the facility instead

and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before

I let myself into room 2 and got undressed

I was sunburnt

Contemplative and sore

and as I fell asleep

I gathered (?)

I lay my head on the pillow

and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen

and sang you a lemon melody

I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat

in case you got restless and wanted to leave

and I hugged you with my baby's breath

and sang your spirit to bed

the way I would have if you were my child

or if I had children

My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head

 

 

If anyone knows the bolded part please lmk

I think it’s “I grabbed a pentant”

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Sylvia

I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam

It tickled you to leave them there

It was the thought of a young child

or of a lost fairy

It reminded me of who I am

That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean

And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly

Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway

I do it for you and I do it for me

because having learned from others and from you

I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace

You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free

A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV

You have to separate the wheat from the shaft

You have to be discerning

It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning

and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under

It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder

from high sea cliffs

I know, my dear

I wish that I had been here

or there

I wish that you were here now

If you're not now

because who knows how these things work?

Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana

All of my kind women

Who came before me

Blonde

I dyed my hair black for you

I turned my back in that black pond

I swear I wont stop until I'm dead

and here I am at 34

and what for?

To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way

towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean

To bring them back up safe to the facility instead

and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before

I let myself into room 2 and got undressed

I was sunburnt

Contemplative and sore

and as I fell asleep

I gathered (?)

I lay my head on the pillow

and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen

and sang you a lemon melody

I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat

in case you got restless and wanted to leave

and I hugged you with my baby's breath

and sang your spirit to bed

the way I would have if you were my child

or if I had children

My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head

 

 

If anyone knows the bolded part please lmk

Oh Lana... :)

I really liked that.

 

Thanks Rorman!


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sylvia and marilyn are obvious, but who are violet & diana? like, lady di? the goddess?

 

princess diana, was blonde too and so many people think she was killed, she also died at the age of 36 like marilyn, all of them died young


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Sylvia

I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam

It tickled you to leave them there

It was the thought of a young child

or of a lost fairy

It reminded me of who I am

That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean

And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly

Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway

I do it for you and I do it for me

because having learned from others and from you

I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace

You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free

A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV

You have to separate the wheat from the shaft

You have to be discerning

It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning

and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under

It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder

from high sea cliffs

I know, my dear

I wish that I had been here

or there

I wish that you were here now

If you're not now

because who knows how these things work?

Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana

All of my kind women

Who came before me

Blonde

I dyed my hair black for you

I turned my back in that black pond

I swear I wont stop until I'm dead

and here I am at 34

and what for?

To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way

towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean

To bring them back up safe to the facility instead

and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before

I let myself into room 2 and got undressed

I was sunburnt

Contemplative and sore

and as I fell asleep

I gathered (?)

I lay my head on the pillow

and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen

and sang you a lemon melody

I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat

in case you got restless and wanted to leave

and I hugged you with my baby's breath

and sang your spirit to bed

the way I would have if you were my child

or if I had children

My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head

 

 

If anyone knows the bolded part please lmk

 

 

Great job RormanNockwell !   :gclap:

 

This is one COOOOOooooool poem-story.

Heavy stuff man, just sooo good.


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I think it’s “I grabbed a pentant”

 

i'm pretty sure she says gabapentin! a medication prescribed for anxiety (among other things( !! I take it too, it can also make you drowsy which makes sense with what she says 

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sylvia and marilyn are obvious, but who are violet & diana? like, lady di? the goddess?

 

I'm not sure if this is quite the one she means but Robert's granny was called Violet: 

 

https://www.geni.com/people/Violet-Grant/6000000033603740823

 

https://ethnicelebs.com/lana-del-rey


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She's a gorgeous narcissist and she knows it.

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speaking of how badly worded was lana's post: this is a perfect example

you could have said it in a nicer way just like the comments before you did

because as you see, clearly, this is my first post, and i'm still new to how the things work here, and thank you. 

I love being a good example  :hooker:

Also, I said "hun" at the end so  :creep:

 

PS: you should've really posted this under the "Instagram Updates" thread. If everyone created one to express themselves about this issue then we'd have tons of unnecessary threads; just saw you're a newbie so at least now you know


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and sang you a lemon melody

I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat

in case you got restless and wanted to leave

and I hugged you with my baby's breath

 

this really reminded me of elvis and dance for money 


.。*゚+.*.。 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 。.*.+゚*。.

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