tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post9047827688271584996..comments2023-06-09T09:32:30.336+01:00Comments on The World Of Morrissey: Flimsy InteRRmissionheathercathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13214253508596912469noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-82718794056740289742015-09-18T18:18:27.029+01:002015-09-18T18:18:27.029+01:00Star Maiden, I am so sad and distressed to see yo...Star Maiden, I am so sad and distressed to see you are leaving. You are a radiant, sparkling presence in this dull, bleak existence. Your prose is always enchanting, intriguing, with a lovely touch of irony and satire. I will sincerely miss you. Unfortunately, my life is a succession of people saying goodbye. If this goodbye is indeed farewell, I hope some day possibly I will see you in far off places. <br />Finally;<br />I'm writing this to say<br />In a heartfelt way<br />Thank you - and<br />To me you are a work of art. <br />Love, <br />HarrisonThe Strangest Boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10734961611680878328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-79782829146084628762015-09-18T15:54:10.443+01:002015-09-18T15:54:10.443+01:00Things are beginning to get depressing around here...Things are beginning to get depressing around here, with Astra leaving and the TTY announcement. But somewhere in the depths of my blackened heart I hold out hope that Astra will return to Twitter and Moz will never abandon the stage.Moz Fiendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03142189558370479951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-79773471432570327782015-09-17T17:42:51.132+01:002015-09-17T17:42:51.132+01:00Oh Astra, what can I say. As long as you keep comi...Oh Astra, what can I say. As long as you keep coming back to tell us that this really is most definitely quite the end, I shall not complain. As usual, you are mystère with a hint of enigma - who would've thought that you wouldn't be impressed with being called BOZ-STREA? You do love BB after all, maybe Mlle Bozelette just got confused. I'd like to add that some of us get worse names. Silly Fruit for example. <br /><br />À bientôt, chère Mlle.<br /><br />Ils sont chouettes, tes servants. If you need help with keeping them warm, let me know.<br /><br />À toi pour toujours,<br />Fruit crétinAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15069940614344314624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-14266649097123273332015-09-17T10:39:33.896+01:002015-09-17T10:39:33.896+01:00To my number ONE Pessoa,
Because you have closed...To my number ONE Pessoa, <br /><br />Because you have closed your Twatter account there is no evidence that I MAY have called you that.<br />Maybe you should reopen it so I can re-examine?<br /><br />Don't leave it too long Astra, you might be missed more than you think. <br /><br />From your biggest fan.<br /><br />Boozey x<br /><br />Mrs Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09755902106756507978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-58579373113891224022015-09-17T02:05:10.930+01:002015-09-17T02:05:10.930+01:00I beg your pardon? A tantrum? Next you’ll be accus...I beg your pardon? A tantrum? Next you’ll be accusing me of holding a grudge. <br /><br />No, I’m afraid it’s quite, quite over now. And yes, a lack of Bieber pics of late was enough for me to permanently close my account.<br /><br />As a matter of fact, I also know how to hold a very, very nice GROWLING grudge. Only on occasion, of course. And when it matches my tassels.<br /><br />I could tell you, but I WON’T, that there was a recent incident where our hollow-legged, non-stop boozeling, Olympic-marathon-a-holic, booze-a-thon-elette called me… ‘BOZ-STREA”. I will also NOT tell you, how very deeply unimpressed I was with that.<br /><br />Weather has turned. Temperature has changed. Palm leaves have now been put away for the season. <br /><br />Which means that someone will now need to keep my twin manservants warm. And that someone, will be… MOI.<br /><br />God smiles. I laugh. The manservants are absolutely delighted with my VERY hands-on approach. And now we can all sleep easily, and dream of before.<br /><br />Blue roses in the heart. Farewell. Au revoir.<br /><br />Goodnight. Goodbye. And thank you.<br /><br />ASTRA<br />Astraeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14360660987209070542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-68211956052686543402015-09-15T15:13:36.385+01:002015-09-15T15:13:36.385+01:00Dearest Mlle! I do not believe what I read, you wi...Dearest Mlle! I do not believe what I read, you will abandon us for... a lack of Beiber pics? I had expected such a tantrum from Mademoiselle Fifi, but not from our beloved Star Maiden! Please reconsider. Blue Rose without you - a terrible thought. Frightening even! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15069940614344314624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889397929114285590.post-15695254982198996152015-09-15T02:59:01.161+01:002015-09-15T02:59:01.161+01:00My twitter account is permanently closed in silent...My twitter account is permanently closed in silent outrage that there were no pictures of blonde Biebs on any of the blobs. And for a couple of other reasons. But primarily for the first reason. I’m not all fun and games you know. I have to draw the line somewhere. <br /><br />And lest anyone think that I’m joking – just try me. <br /><br />Oh, but I almost forgot, you can’t now – because this is the end. <br />C’est dommage. <br /><br />Tears will have tears. Sadness will sigh. But time trudges on.<br /><br />You were always going to miss me when I’m gone.<br /><br />And 'when', is right now.<br /><br />ASTRAAstraeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14360660987209070542noreply@blogger.com