"I paid my dues, now they're hunting me down 'cause I forgot my change!"
"I like the smell of horseshit. Really."
"Bamboo is a grass. A very tall grass."
There were mice living
In the rice. There were ghosts
As surrogate hosts; there was
Mud drying on the walls in sheets.
"A snapping sound."
"Buddhas made of fur."
If you will, you were.
If you...
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"I like the smell of horseshit. Really."
"Bamboo is a grass. A very tall grass."
There were mice living
In the rice. There were ghosts
As surrogate hosts; there was
Mud drying on the walls in sheets.
"A snapping sound."
"Buddhas made of fur."
If you will, you were.
If you...
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Breast between thumbs, certain
To be numb given time and
Novacaine from Chronos. If I
Were in right mind I might
Erase that last line, but here is
The palm read, the redhead
And the silver lifeline, ugly
Time sewn with thorn and thread
Into a shirt for Jesus and a spread
For the bed, it's warm. Carpentry
With an icepick. Cold wine; make mine...
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To be numb given time and
Novacaine from Chronos. If I
Were in right mind I might
Erase that last line, but here is
The palm read, the redhead
And the silver lifeline, ugly
Time sewn with thorn and thread
Into a shirt for Jesus and a spread
For the bed, it's warm. Carpentry
With an icepick. Cold wine; make mine...
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hellsforheroes:
Its good to know...
that I don't know...
And its comforting to know
that the world can still be serendipitous....
because there are things i don't know...
there is an extra sense of connectivity in your improv...
that I don't know...
And its comforting to know
that the world can still be serendipitous....
because there are things i don't know...
there is an extra sense of connectivity in your improv...
y:
It sounds right; to my ears at least.
Oh crivvens - my love life! *groan, groan* and treble *groan*. I've no idea what's going on, and not in the good way that you've got just now. I sent her a wee present for Halloween (her favourite day of the year) and I haven't heard from her since. I put it partly down to her uncle dying a few days before Halloween, which she told me about in a brief e-mail. But even before that I hadn't heard from her in what felt to me like far too long. And I'm just plain dying now - withering like an unwatered house-plant. She's always very busy, with stuff she mostly doesn't tell me about, and she's very involved with/ attached to her family - she lives with her parents and brother (and she's the same age as me, by the way) - so, I don't know what to think about her silences. She gets morose sometimes, like me, and doesn't like to communicate with anyone, even friends, so that's maybe what she's feeling now. It's so frustrating. I just want to see her and talk to her, and get straight how we feel about each other. I'm thinking about asking her to meet me in Glasgow but I'm terrified she'll say "Naaahhhh". I'm still not at all sure she feels about me the way I feel about her. I think she feels the same way, but is just a mysterious, shy creature by nature. But *shrug*, or IDK, as you say. Mixed signals aplenty. Actually, reading this back, it doesn't even sound like she likes me in that way at all. The one case is as likely as the other.
My poor heart
I.
Oh crivvens - my love life! *groan, groan* and treble *groan*. I've no idea what's going on, and not in the good way that you've got just now. I sent her a wee present for Halloween (her favourite day of the year) and I haven't heard from her since. I put it partly down to her uncle dying a few days before Halloween, which she told me about in a brief e-mail. But even before that I hadn't heard from her in what felt to me like far too long. And I'm just plain dying now - withering like an unwatered house-plant. She's always very busy, with stuff she mostly doesn't tell me about, and she's very involved with/ attached to her family - she lives with her parents and brother (and she's the same age as me, by the way) - so, I don't know what to think about her silences. She gets morose sometimes, like me, and doesn't like to communicate with anyone, even friends, so that's maybe what she's feeling now. It's so frustrating. I just want to see her and talk to her, and get straight how we feel about each other. I'm thinking about asking her to meet me in Glasgow but I'm terrified she'll say "Naaahhhh". I'm still not at all sure she feels about me the way I feel about her. I think she feels the same way, but is just a mysterious, shy creature by nature. But *shrug*, or IDK, as you say. Mixed signals aplenty. Actually, reading this back, it doesn't even sound like she likes me in that way at all. The one case is as likely as the other.
My poor heart
I.
1.
Any
Other
Secret
But
This one: Practice
She wondered
Over and
Over. It is
My breath
Delay, my way
Thrilling a
Bad toss into
Melody. I couldn't say
"Sunlight ambling. Bare down."
You saw bird and long-body
I learned to clear it with existence
Actuate intermittance
Speak without mouthing a sound
It flutters...
2.
Nothing to.
3.
The hamfist
The elbows hiss
The feet...
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Any
Other
Secret
But
This one: Practice
She wondered
Over and
Over. It is
My breath
Delay, my way
Thrilling a
Bad toss into
Melody. I couldn't say
"Sunlight ambling. Bare down."
You saw bird and long-body
I learned to clear it with existence
Actuate intermittance
Speak without mouthing a sound
It flutters...
2.
Nothing to.
3.
The hamfist
The elbows hiss
The feet...
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y:
Thanks again.
I like the words 'ledger line'; I like the letter L, it makes me feel just a little bit silly
I like the words 'ledger line'; I like the letter L, it makes me feel just a little bit silly
lightfixtures
To sever ministrations at their cordiality,
to instaed inspire through twist of trust,
the color of comfort a fountain of
shrewd layer, permeable as to the
penetration of only it's own arc.
To utilize the trite as effective device,
minus irony. Flowery remedy of the acidic,
formulaic as homage, down-washed with
absurdity. Snakemeat and rose petals.
To rhythm chewing on its' own teeth, deep...
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To sever ministrations at their cordiality,
to instaed inspire through twist of trust,
the color of comfort a fountain of
shrewd layer, permeable as to the
penetration of only it's own arc.
To utilize the trite as effective device,
minus irony. Flowery remedy of the acidic,
formulaic as homage, down-washed with
absurdity. Snakemeat and rose petals.
To rhythm chewing on its' own teeth, deep...
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y:
Do you believe in the tittie fairy?
y:
What are her titties like?
Sojourn. Pick a sign. Be dead, be
Done. A scythe to a bell is a dead
Ringer for hell; come one, come all
No room.
I painted my shirt
With the poetry
Of kissing. Red-
Blooded cherubs
Complain in hairy
Flocks. Misery
Is a temperature, nothing
More, frothing liberty
Plainer nudity
Than what the leisure of heat
Can bear.
(The plaza fell upon clouds. The...
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Done. A scythe to a bell is a dead
Ringer for hell; come one, come all
No room.
I painted my shirt
With the poetry
Of kissing. Red-
Blooded cherubs
Complain in hairy
Flocks. Misery
Is a temperature, nothing
More, frothing liberty
Plainer nudity
Than what the leisure of heat
Can bear.
(The plaza fell upon clouds. The...
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y:
I'm still essentially perplexed by your poems, y'know. I sort of half-understand them.
y:
Yes sir, indeed I do 
(opposable/opera)
1.
The dry skins, the drums; golden doors.
Auditorium, aisles of dust; scores
Of gods and blossoms, wide rivers,
Slaughtered tomorrows.
Knowledge unfastens the world.
(You wise ape. You sleeping ant.
You chant of grape, you rape
Of fascination, it's all imagination
It's all of falling water and rising flight.
Plastic fate dreams slowly, but nonetheless
It does. Nature is nature to ignore.
That's...
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1.
The dry skins, the drums; golden doors.
Auditorium, aisles of dust; scores
Of gods and blossoms, wide rivers,
Slaughtered tomorrows.
Knowledge unfastens the world.
(You wise ape. You sleeping ant.
You chant of grape, you rape
Of fascination, it's all imagination
It's all of falling water and rising flight.
Plastic fate dreams slowly, but nonetheless
It does. Nature is nature to ignore.
That's...
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fatality:
I hope you don't mind that I named you in my journal...
fatality:
Oh, no, I didn't even mean it as a "tag" just that I'd love to know your train of thought during the day, or just to watch you write. Wow, that must sound really creepy. I'll be quiet now...
*Blews*
1.
Horrible life, one that
Splits a blade
With a glance
Two thumbs on each hand.
Beautiful life, two that
Smile at sore
Weather, beaten
By rain; stare it down,
Keep moving,
Stick around.
(And now the head hurts. Nothing
Is larger than life. How
Could it be, conflated inflation
Of presence. "Ghost"
Is apathy courted by tenacity,
The shadow of fresh air
Cut...
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1.
Horrible life, one that
Splits a blade
With a glance
Two thumbs on each hand.
Beautiful life, two that
Smile at sore
Weather, beaten
By rain; stare it down,
Keep moving,
Stick around.
(And now the head hurts. Nothing
Is larger than life. How
Could it be, conflated inflation
Of presence. "Ghost"
Is apathy courted by tenacity,
The shadow of fresh air
Cut...
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lemuria:
very very nice poetry again!
the tea dessert thing is sooooooo good. it really has a nice chai taste, not too strong with a bit of caramel swirled through and chocolate chips. somebody knew what they were doing making it!!! great combo in my opinion!
the tea dessert thing is sooooooo good. it really has a nice chai taste, not too strong with a bit of caramel swirled through and chocolate chips. somebody knew what they were doing making it!!! great combo in my opinion!
slide:
Thankyooou!!
Pygmy has tagged me to write 20 Interesting Things About Myself. Not five minutes before I discovered this, I was wondering "Will I ever be tagged?"
There are no coincidences...
***
1. I'm an alcoholic in recovery. When I say "In Recovery" I mean it. It almost killed me...liver damage, nerve damage, memory and cognitive disfunction; pissing, shitting, and puking blood. All the classics. I...
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There are no coincidences...
***
1. I'm an alcoholic in recovery. When I say "In Recovery" I mean it. It almost killed me...liver damage, nerve damage, memory and cognitive disfunction; pissing, shitting, and puking blood. All the classics. I...
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y:
I always look forward to your comments - you really put your heart and soul into them - thanks
I think of the virginity as a good thing as well; I've seen sex make people's lives a misery more often than not. And I think people's "easy" attitudes to it are a real hindrance to people forming solid lasting relationships.
I.
I think of the virginity as a good thing as well; I've seen sex make people's lives a misery more often than not. And I think people's "easy" attitudes to it are a real hindrance to people forming solid lasting relationships.
I.
pygmy:
i did read it! I just don't always have much to say. i think i did know most of that. That thing at the top of my journal was for the benefit of the other people I tagged, who i know don't check journals every day.
I don't have a driver's license either.
I think it's Lili taylor
thanks! and thanks for the vote, too! though i think you'd look good in the wig.
kitties are so cute. never met a non-cute kitty. 'cept that stray that latched onto my arm when i was a kid, but i guess that's not fair.. 'cause the only reason i got near him was because he was cute.
I don't have a driver's license either.
I think it's Lili taylor
thanks! and thanks for the vote, too! though i think you'd look good in the wig.
kitties are so cute. never met a non-cute kitty. 'cept that stray that latched onto my arm when i was a kid, but i guess that's not fair.. 'cause the only reason i got near him was because he was cute.
pisces self
Why does she say "Blessing" "Burning throat"
She always married. Beauty sleep
Was a projector, diving, depth
Changing into pearls, pearls changing
Into still-frame. Foam-years were
Regimental; violent heart,
Impractical feet. "Who never died?"
Fertile mist, missed nature, nurturing
Fatigue; the earth will flee...
It was a myth of miles that
Togetherness swallowed
"You'll drown"
"No, you'll drown."
Appendage: Choose sides.
Pillow is...
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Why does she say "Blessing" "Burning throat"
She always married. Beauty sleep
Was a projector, diving, depth
Changing into pearls, pearls changing
Into still-frame. Foam-years were
Regimental; violent heart,
Impractical feet. "Who never died?"
Fertile mist, missed nature, nurturing
Fatigue; the earth will flee...
It was a myth of miles that
Togetherness swallowed
"You'll drown"
"No, you'll drown."
Appendage: Choose sides.
Pillow is...
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y:
Thanks! I did write it, yes (I love it when people ask me that ). I like to think each character is a different side of myself.
I.
). I like to think each character is a different side of myself.
I.
vuokko:
Yeah, it's hard to say what I would do in those circumstances, but I respect her decision.
Cool. So when do I get to see your work? When do you want to trade?
My necklaces are up. Vuokko's Necklaces
Cool. So when do I get to see your work? When do you want to trade?
My necklaces are up. Vuokko's Necklaces
Earth-air and water...
It was love, as tenderly
As the neck of a turtle
Lunges like an arrow, soft
Wattle. You're worried
That the sail's ravaged.
You're worried like a savage
Toad chewing charcoal
In a sphere, one smooth
Wall all around, a sound
Of flies not dinner and
Black spit, deep-gray
Shade, he
Swallowed. (Something
The world makes, damn it.
Something the world makes...
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It was love, as tenderly
As the neck of a turtle
Lunges like an arrow, soft
Wattle. You're worried
That the sail's ravaged.
You're worried like a savage
Toad chewing charcoal
In a sphere, one smooth
Wall all around, a sound
Of flies not dinner and
Black spit, deep-gray
Shade, he
Swallowed. (Something
The world makes, damn it.
Something the world makes...
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y:
Check these out - toneeblair's photos from two Scotland meets. The first six are from the other night. I'm sure you'll spot a certain someone.
I.
I.
lemuria:
krishna das is an american who sings hindu chants with a little band and other singers. really relaxing music and it makes you feel so good when you listen to it and sing along.
I don't know man, if someone was like, I sure could go for a new Frank Zappa song and like Dweezil and that other kid are too busy hosting Pet Stars or whatever the fuck, you could write the new songs for them.