Tuesday Jul 04, 2006

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I do not recognise this serene creature, siting demurely like some catholic grandmother's vision of the Virgin. Her hands are soft, and she smiles quietly when she speaks her wisdom. I do not understand how she can sit, content to be the quiet teacher. I do not understand how she can be at peace when she speaks out against the all that is wrong.

I am the tempest, the righteous bitch-avatar. I wrap my children in swaddling clothes spun from hate, and my tongue stinks of sour arrogance and bile. I live with my fight; every moment of my day the flesh recoils against the all that is wrong. When I speak my wisdom, I descend into passion until I am left without even words, spitting and growling and grinding my teeth.

When the bitch-avatar yells, her aspirants clamour around her and shake their fists.

When the girl with the soft hands smiles, all the people listen to her.

How can these two women live in one house?
How is it that I can play at lovers with the girl with the soft hands?
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freakpirate:
I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy TV. However, I very rarely sit in front of the TV to watch anything. Thanks to the glory of the internet I can simply download whatever shows I want and watch them at my convenience. Commerical free and relaxing.

I do, however, understand the sick pleasure that comes from shouting at the useless chimps on the television.

I have found that, nine times out of ten, right wing journalists have about as much integrity as an infomercial host.

I am also well known for telling people what I think is right and what I think they should do. It gets me in trouble and it also gets me into a lot of arguments but oddly enough that never stops me. It's just a natural reaction.

lior:
hah. Setting her on fire would make me feel better. But it would land me in prison methinks. frown

But I did call her supervisor and got her fired. So Im rather pleased with myself right now smile

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