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Maybe it's easier for me to disappear from existence than it is to try to find the words to explain what I'm feeling.
#erick neal#eshall#meeloo#sirwigglesalot#wiggles#pain#grief/mourning#just life#im sad and tired#always alone#i am angry#disappointed#i feel numb
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I'm watching the Tintin Spielberg movie in english and im losing it at the fact that they translated the names
#cant believe Milou wasnt good enough for the english version. they had to change it to snowy it's literally pronounced meeloo it's not hard#also dupont and dupond changing to thompson and thomson dhkdjzhe#i mean it's not like harsh criticism. we often do the same here. it's just that i didnt expect it
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Coffee or Tea, but definitely not meeloo ☕ I had a large #Bodum #FrenchPress; this small one come into handy for single use. Pros: Nice design Cons: The filter material build by plastic 🤢 #CafedeCona https://www.instagram.com/p/CoooUeDvt6P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Ersnt on Skype
© Musta Fior / Anna Hellsgård / Christian “Meeloo” Gfeller
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(lutralabs) Mayer appreciates Ceobe's excitement! Thus, she'll whistle, and a robotter will come scampering out to say hello! "That one's name Meeloo, be gentle with him, okay? You can play with him, but make sure you bring him back when you're done!"
“Meeloo? Meeloo, meeboo...” Mayer’s certainly got Ceobe’s attention, and she’s staring down at the robot with curious eyes, reaching out to give it a little poke.
“Robots... funny. Their words are funny too. Meeboo meeloo.”
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@kibanafuji wants to battle: ♡ hop and or milo :eyes:
[ MEME ]
PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .
send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .
FOR HOP!
FRIENDS. childhood friends ( moreso like, raihan knows hop since he was just... skip. ) / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other. the close bond between these two i have made in my mind is so great. i just feel like hop rlly needs some “i keep losing to my best friend” solidarity. plus, they can train together!!!! it’s just. weeps in the club.
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other. not rivals per se just competitive as buddies get some times. hop is a really competitive kid so if ur looking to bond with him u have to deal with him making a lot of things a competition.
FOR MEELOO....
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other . personally i just want the two 2 be close && be there for one another. the goal is milo brings fresh produce && they have breakfast together && chat abt nothing. that’s basically it.
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other . tbh w/ milo it’s often he’s crushing on someone who has been nice 2 him for 2 seconds, so crushes are super common w/ him
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other . i would say friendly competition but given raihan would eviscerate milo this one’s unlikely agagsdgsag
#★ | LET'S LEARN A LIL' SOMETHING BOUT POKEMON \\ asks#[ t-poses: thank u for indulging me#kibanafuji
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Kolaj Magazine is the world’s only internationally-oriented art magazine dedicated to contemporary collage. Subscribe, order a copy, or collect back issues HERE
FROM KOLAJ #21
Ersnt on Skype & Musta Fior
The prolific French collagist Musta Fior continues his brisk productivity this year with the release of zines. Fior teamed up with Swedish-French artist duo Anna Hellsgård and Christian “Meeloo” Gfeller a.k.a Re:Surgo! to produce Ersnt on Skype. Earlier this year, Fior published an eponymously titled zine with Les Crocs Électriques, a dynamic, hyper-active publishing project from Paris. MORE
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October (10-08-2006)
Here I am sitting in the dark.
Just listening to the wind
as it cuts through the night.
Leaves fall down, covering the ground.
In the morning another heart will ache.
Another body will be found, taken by the cold night.
As I head home the town slowly quiets down.
I find comfort as I stand in the orange street light
Many nights spent hurting, I got so lost in the cruel times.
the only way to guide me home was an orange glow.
Celebrating the dead…Hallow’s Eve is almost here.
October has sure gotten cold this year.
As I pass by an old worn cemetery,
I feel a chill running down my spine.
Maybe it is a warning to turn back.
But I keep going, can’t let it get me.
I do not want the dead to haunt me anymore.
Smell of death in the air,
taste of blood on someone’s mind.
I find comfort as I stand in the orange street light
Many nights spent hurting, I got so lost in the cruel times.
the only way to guide me home was an orange glow.
Celebrating the dead…Hallow’s Eve is almost here.
October has sure gotten cold this year.
The moon looks hollow in the black sky.
Cackles from witches, as they fly on by.
Black cats’ eyes only to be seen.
Soon it will be Halloween.
Vampires hunting, ghosts searching.
During the nights the dead become living.
Stroke of midnight all returns human.
I find comfort as I stand in the orange street light
Many nights spent hurting, I got so lost in the cruel times.
the only way to guide me home was an orange glow.
Celebrating the dead…Hallow’s Eve is almost here.
October has sure gotten cold this year.
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Dualism, Meeloo, Clufe - Dreams (Original)
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The End (01-30-2013)
A whirlwind of shades of brown, orange and red
Dance across a field in an autumn breeze.
Almost as if it were a paintbrush gliding over a canvas.
The autumn leaves always seem to bring peace of mind
Even when it was in the darkest of times.
I found beauty staring out the widow watching the leaves fall gracefully.
But this story isn't about falling gracefully, beauty or peace of mind.
This is about a man who felt he lost something he never really had.
Someone who finally gave up and stopped looking for beauty in life.
Most would say he lost faith in everything he once believed in.
He feels tormented by the thoughts and hopes of happiness.
In his mind that is not his life but he yearns for it.
His words he felt so passionate about now mean nothing to him.
So he buries it all deep inside.
He doesn't hide it with a smile anymore,
Just says “everything is fine.”
To him this is the end.
No, not the end of his life,
But the end…the end of me.
So I stare out the window…
© Erick Scott Neal. All rights reserved
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What I See In You (06-30-2005)
Listening to the waves crashing on the beach.
We begin to sing to our favorite song,
breaking out in laughter afterwards.
Dancing to the music of the waves.
Soaking up the feelings of the moment.
Off in the distance a small storm begins to blow our way.
The lightening looks beautiful over the ocean.
Lighting up the sky for a moment to show the storm's life.
Although it begins to rain, we still stay out.
Letting the cool drops of rain hit our faces.
It feels so good cooling us down from the warmth of the day.
We begin to dance and sing more as the storm continues.
Heading in after a couple of hours to dry ourselves off.
Later, falling asleep to the sound of the rain against our tin roof.
You look beautiful lying next to me.
Sleeping, you look so innocent, so pure.
I don't know how I am this lucky to be here with you.
Living in this dream that I wish would last forever.
As the sun rises, you wake up and kiss me passionately.
What is it about you that astonishes me?
The curves of your naked body, as it is silhouetted by the sun.
The way I feel when I am in your arms.
Your skin as we are lying close together.
How you move especially when we are making love.
Your heart beating as I lay my head against your soft, delicate breast.
The taste of your innocence as it is being taken over and over again.
How can you not see what I see in you?
We go outside to catch the painting of pastels across the sky.
The smell of jasmine in the cool morning air.
In the field next to us, horses running wild and free.
Some would say this is beautiful.
But I say it is nothing but crayon drawings,
when it is compared to your beauty.
© Erick Scott Neal. All rights reserved
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Not Enough (10-01-2007)
She steps out of the shower.
Wraps a towel around her.
Walks out and asks me for a shirt.
I find a button up and give it to her.
It barely covers her.
She stands there waiting for her clothes to dry.
Her blonde hair still wet.
She hasn't put on her makeup.
I can’t stop staring.
She looks so beautiful.
It’s not because she stole every breath
That I take.
Or that she leaves me astonished
Whenever she is around.
No, it’s not enough…not enough.
My heart, my soul lives for her.
Walking in the park.
She is holding my hand.
Heading to our friend’s Christmas party.
A mistletoe…a kiss.
Please do not let this night end.
Drinking hot chocolate next to a fire.
She leans into me.
So we cuddle until she falls asleep.
I can’t take my eyes off of her.
An angel sleeping in my arms.
Soft kisses on her neck.
Then the rest of her body.
A sound of satisfaction.
As we make love.
Her smell, her taste…my desire.
A sigh of a heart in love.
It feels so good when she is in my arms.
Completeness between two souls
As our bodies fit so perfectly together.
Thanking God for giving me my soul mate.
It’s not because she makes me think of forever
When she whispers my name.
Or that every time I write a poem or draw a picture
She is on my mind.
No, it’s not enough…not enough.
I would give up eternity just for a moment with her.
© Erick Scott Neal. All rights reserved
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Used To This (10-01-2007)
Blonde hair, waving in the wind.
Light blue eyes, hypnotizing me.
And that smile...oh that smile,
well you know.
Your hand holding on to mine.
Walking side by side.
Leaves raining down,
caused from a small breeze.
Kids playing hide and seek,
asking if we want to play.
So we do,
even though we are not kids anymore.
I do not know about you,
but I think I could get used to this.
Cold winter night,
Dinner for two next to the fire place.
Smell of hot chocolate filling the room.
Listening to the sweet sounds of Christmas.
You singing along,
your voice brings peace of mind.
Seeing your face
as you open up a Christmas present early.
Yes, a promise ring.
Cuddling close together
as the fire begins to fade.
My arms wrapped around as we fall asleep.
I do not know about you,
but I think I could get used to this.
The moment you said "I do"
The look on your face,
As our baby sppoke her first word.
And the moment she took her first steps.
How you are amazed by my simplicity.
How everything about you amazes me.
Remembering the first time we fell in love.
Falling in love with you, more and more everyday.
Getting through obstacles in our lives together.
Laughing about old times.
Dreaming of happiness,
then realizing that our dreams are coming true.
I do not know about you,
but I think I could get used to this.
© Erick Scott Neal. All rights reserved
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Praying For Rain (09-13-2006)
When I woke up this morning,
I got ready for school.
Poured some coffee and ate some toast.
Then I prayed to the lord.
I asked for forgiveness for all of my sins.
Then I ask him to watch over the whole world.
I thanked him for all that he had given me.
Then I ended it with an Amen.
Left for school, heading into the town.
While in class, the principal ran in and turned on the TV
That's when we heard the towers that stood so tall had fallen.
I took out my cell phone and just dialed some numbers.
Praying for someone to answer,
but got nothing.
Maybe if I had been praying for rain,
the fate of the thousands would have changed.
Maybe if those planes had been delayed
someone would have caught them.
Since that day I have been praying for rain.
Clouds of dust and ashes,
Smoke covering the blue sky.
People crying, trying to survive.
Tons of debris, buildings and streets painted,
not of gold but of a sliverish gray.
Many people's lives changed.
A moment that forever plays in our minds.
Some turned to drugs and alcohol.
Some turned to hatred, while many found God.
Others just broke down.
A country became united.
but slowly divided as war came along.
A lot of people prayed for answers,
but got nothing.
Maybe if we had been praying for rain
those buildings and streets would be washed clean.
Maybe if it had washed away the ruins
there would not be another sad memory.
Since that day we have been praying for rain.
Anger driven, a war began.
God was supposedly on both sides.
Not men, but children fought.
Blood was spilt and scars were made.
Although I stood behind my country.
Some of what I saw made me sick.
If I could have been out there I would have.
That is one reason I curse my defects.
This war may have not been the best way
but I always wanted to fight for my country.
When both sides have done wrong, who is right anymore?
To this day I see no victory or defeat.
I pray for some answers
but get nothing.
Maybe if I had been praying for rain
the blood and scars would just fade away.
Maybe if it had all disappeared
the war would be over.
Still I am praying for rain.
© Erick Scott Neal. All rights reserved
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You've Got This (02-15-2014)
Pacing back and forth, he is nervous.
Everybody is waiting, the music begins.
I try to ease the situation with a joke.
It helps but he is terrified.
Trying not to let it show, he finally asks
"What if I am not ready?"
I look at him and say
"Take a deep breath
You love her, she loves you.
Nothing else matters but this moment.
Get out there and say your "I do's"
Don't worry my friend
You've got this."
He has been by her side for hours.
Waiting for the miracle to arrive.
He comes out to update us.
Doctor is going to start the epidural soon.
We go get something from the cafeteria.
He is so excited but afraid at the same time.
I tell him
"Take a deep breath.
Everything will change
when you hold that miracle in your arms.
You both will make great parents.
There is nothing to be afraid of my friend.
You've got this."
Standing there I am at a loss of words.
I am so afraid of what’s next.
Telling my best friend the news.
"Looks like I may have what my grandpa had."
I try to act like it’s not getting to me.
but inside I am breaking down.
he says to me
"Take a deep breath.
You have been there for me and my family.
there is no reason to fight this alone.
You will pull through, because that’s what you do.
So, don't worry my friend, my brother
You've got this."
© Erick Scott Neal. All rights reserved
#erick neal#eshall#meeloo#sirwigglesalot#wiggles#you got this#poetry#prose#friendship#family#just life
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