[Mama_Bear]

According to my sources, we have nothing to celebrate today, so .......... Happy Nothing Day!!

NOTHING??? Well, we can't have that. Maybe this can be "Amy's Place" day. :-)

[jaycee]

I think we should celebrate “We are all here today”. Thank you, Lord!

[OESY]

Is it a snowstorm, or is it nothing?



Music pounding in my head
Nails are scratching at the board
They are screaming in my ears
And still it’s nothing- sweet and simple nothing
I am dancing, grooving to the beat
Walking to an unknown destination- so, so far
Writing for some deep and profound reason
And still it’s nothing- sweet and simple nothing
Nothing has ever been as beautiful as nothing
A nothingness free of pain, of suffering
A nothingness where I can forever be
Cause there’s nothing more special than nothing.

— Kim Moreau


Happy Nothing Day, as in: You ain't seen nothing yet!

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[OESY]

"I resemble that remark."



The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

-- Wallace Stevens

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[OESY]

Warning: Melts at Midnight



Poor Cinderella, whose stepmom was mean,
could never see films rated PG-13.
She hadn’t a cell phone and no DVD,
no notebook computer or pocket TV.
She wasn’t allowed to play video games.
The tags on her clothes had unfashionable names.
Her shoes were not trendy enough to be cool.
No limousine chauffeur would drive her to school.
Her house had no drawing room; only a den.
Her bedtime, poor darling, was quarter past ten!

Well one day Prince Charming declared that a ball
would be held in his honor and maidens from all
over the kingdom were welcome to come
and party to techno and jungle house drum.

But Poor Cinderella, with NOTHING to wear,
collapsed in her stepmother’s La-Z-Boy chair.
She let out a sigh, with a lump in her throat,
then sniffled and picked up the TV remote.
She surfed channel zero to channel one-ten
then went back to zero and started again.
She watched music videos, sitcoms and sports,
commercials and talkshows and weather reports.

But no fairy godmother came to her side
to offer a dress or a carriage to ride.
So Poor Cinderella’s been sitting there since,
while one of her stepsisters married the Prince.
She sits there and sadly complains to the screen,
if only her stepmother wasn’t so mean.

—Kenn Nesbitt

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