baise

oh the sand
oh the spark
oh the open land
oh the swelling dark
oh my hands
oh my airy palms
oh the lack
oh my bending back
oh the size of my empty lap
but oh my map to distant foot hills rise
open hands
the span, oh the swelling sound over massive rounds
--Map, the Microphones
I listened to this record two times in a row last night. I rarely do that. Its so intense and beautiful, and it often brings me to tears.

I search for meaning in sores
The sentences they might form
Its the grammar of skin
Peel it back, let me in
--Sympathy, Sleater-Kinney
I didnt listen to this record last night. But I should, right now.

My hero bares my side and sees his heart
Tread, like a naked Venus,
The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait;
Stripping my loin of promise,
He promises a secret heat.
--My Hero Bares His Nerves, Dylan Thomas
I dont read nearly enough poetry.

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Its the ending weekend of my last spring break ever. YESSSSSSSSS! (Well, at least until graduate school...)

So...I've gotta order graduation invites ASAP. Anyone want one?