Comments for Jill Lives http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress A hodgepodge of internet ramblings. Fri, 11 Jan 2013 03:54:59 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 Comment on Yar. by Andrew A. Sailer http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=4576411#comment-1548 Andrew A. Sailer Fri, 11 Jan 2013 03:54:59 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/yar#comment-1548 I just want to mention I am newbie to weblog and really savored you're web site. Likely I’m likely to bookmark your blog . You amazingly have exceptional articles and reviews. Kudos for sharing your webpage. I just want to mention I am newbie to weblog and really savored you’re web site. Likely I’m likely to bookmark your blog . You amazingly have exceptional articles and reviews. Kudos for sharing your webpage.

]]> Comment on Yar. by Anonymous http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=4576411#comment-594 Anonymous Sat, 01 Aug 2009 20:17:06 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/yar#comment-594 POST or something POST or something

]]> Comment on A Patient Waiter is No Loser. by fsdgsdfs http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3549227#comment-320 fsdgsdfs Tue, 05 May 2009 08:11:18 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/18/a-patient-waiter-is-no-loser#comment-320 good blog, come on. good blog, come on.

]]> Comment on The Future Is Now by Anonymous http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3551623#comment-325 Anonymous Thu, 02 Oct 2008 12:41:15 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/the-future-is-now#comment-325 becuase we gotta know what's going on with those chin flaps, Jill! It's an emergency man! I don't care if you're stuck in a LaQuinta with a cancerous Ausie! Get those digits to clickin. I can't stand it. New material should be a top priority for you. Maybe you only type when you're bored at work? Hey! get bored, Jill! Take some speed. Do something. This freakin crazy. becuase we gotta know what’s going on with those chin flaps, Jill! It’s an emergency man! I don’t care if you’re stuck in a LaQuinta with a cancerous Ausie! Get those digits to clickin. I can’t stand it. New material should be a top priority for you. Maybe you only type when you’re bored at work? Hey! get bored, Jill! Take some speed. Do something. This freakin crazy.

]]> Comment on The Future Is Now by Anonymous http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3551623#comment-324 Anonymous Wed, 01 Oct 2008 18:19:53 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/the-future-is-now#comment-324 Hey Jill! Blog on your flippin' blog or tarnation? Did you have a stroke and forget how to type? Did you expend all of your creative energy on Barak Bin Laden? Who do you think you are? Someone who can addict her friends to her wit & then dissappear? I think it's a bad thing to do to stop blogging forever. What about the chin flaps? Hey Jill! Blog on your flippin’ blog or tarnation? Did you have a stroke and forget how to type? Did you expend all of your creative energy on Barak Bin Laden? Who do you think you are? Someone who can addict her friends to her wit & then dissappear? I think it’s a bad thing to do to stop blogging forever. What about the chin flaps?

]]> Comment on The Future Is Now by Anonymous http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3551623#comment-323 Anonymous Tue, 23 Sep 2008 09:06:52 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/the-future-is-now#comment-323 I return to this blog as an oracle. I don't know where the bitch went who writes the thing, yet I still worship it. I admire arnold's swolen triceps or whatever they are. I especially worship the drunk c reily clip. It makes me laugh so hard that I can't spell or use correct grammar. But anyways, my rash is flaring up. It was great commenting on your blog. If you ever get a chance to blog more you should probably blog a little more. It won't kill you. Blogs don't bite. But they're excellent diversions. Very pleasant. Yeah. Get back to work you lazy travelor. We need more laughs. I return to this blog as an oracle. I don’t know where the bitch went who writes the thing, yet I still worship it. I admire arnold’s swolen triceps or whatever they are. I especially worship the drunk c reily clip. It makes me laugh so hard that I can’t spell or use correct grammar. But anyways, my rash is flaring up. It was great commenting on your blog. If you ever get a chance to blog more you should probably blog a little more. It won’t kill you. Blogs don’t bite. But they’re excellent diversions. Very pleasant. Yeah. Get back to work you lazy travelor. We need more laughs.

]]> Comment on The Future Is Now by Anonymous http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3551623#comment-322 Anonymous Tue, 23 Sep 2008 09:05:20 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/the-future-is-now#comment-322 I return to this blog as an oracle. I don't know where the bitch went who writes the thing, yet I still worship it. I admire arnold's swolen triceps or whatever they are. I especially worship the drunk c reily clip. It makes me laugh so hard that I can't spell or use correct grammar. But anyways, my rash is flaring up. It was great commenting on your blog. If you ever get a chance to blog more you should probably blog a little more. It won't kill you. Blogs don't bite. But they're excellent diversions. Very pleasant. Yeah. Get back to work you lazy travelor. We need more laughs. I return to this blog as an oracle. I don’t know where the bitch went who writes the thing, yet I still worship it. I admire arnold’s swolen triceps or whatever they are. I especially worship the drunk c reily clip. It makes me laugh so hard that I can’t spell or use correct grammar. But anyways, my rash is flaring up. It was great commenting on your blog. If you ever get a chance to blog more you should probably blog a little more. It won’t kill you. Blogs don’t bite. But they’re excellent diversions. Very pleasant. Yeah. Get back to work you lazy travelor. We need more laughs.

]]> Comment on The Future Is Now by Leslie http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3551623#comment-321 Leslie Mon, 25 Aug 2008 16:48:43 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/the-future-is-now#comment-321 Have I told you lately that I love...your blog?! Seriously, you rock. Your writing style is to be greatly admired. Have I told you lately that I love…your blog?! Seriously, you rock. Your writing style is to be greatly admired.

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]]> Comment on Walking Home by eec http://www.jilllives.com/wordpress/?p=3516033#comment-295 eec Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:23:03 +0000 http://workoccurrences.wordpress.com/2008/08/13/walking-home#comment-295 somewhere i have never travelled... (LVII) somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands somewhere i have never travelled… (LVII)
somewhere i have never travelled,
gladly beyond any experience,
your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always
petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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