I am so tired today.
I think I need a vacation.
Apparently there's an SG burlesque near me soon.
I don't know the first thing about these shows, so I'm sort of ambivalent. Any suggestions?
Has anybody seen The Notebook?
Too bad I'm so blah, or I'd have much more to say.
UPDATE
Apparently, I'm too tired to sleep, but too logi to make sense....
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I think I need a vacation.
Apparently there's an SG burlesque near me soon.
I don't know the first thing about these shows, so I'm sort of ambivalent. Any suggestions?
Has anybody seen The Notebook?
Too bad I'm so blah, or I'd have much more to say.
UPDATE
Apparently, I'm too tired to sleep, but too logi to make sense....
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When I Have Thought Of You Somewhat Too
E. E. Cummings
when i have thought of you somewhat too
much and am become perfectly and
simply Lustful.sense a gradual stir
of beginning muscle,and what it will do
to me before shutting.understand
i love you.feel your suddenly body reach
for me with a speed of white speech
(the simple instant of perfect hunger
Yes)
how beautifully...
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E. E. Cummings
when i have thought of you somewhat too
much and am become perfectly and
simply Lustful.sense a gradual stir
of beginning muscle,and what it will do
to me before shutting.understand
i love you.feel your suddenly body reach
for me with a speed of white speech
(the simple instant of perfect hunger
Yes)
how beautifully...
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noir:
Keep your tadpoles to yourself.
noir:
I'm afraid I can't go on your airplane. I'm too afraid of getting papercuts.
I saw computerized sculpture yesterday.
It was both jarrings and revolutionary at the same time -- that an idea like that could be realized, then converted to ceramic, stone, steel, gold -- you name it.
The art itself was as original -- just in any damn scale you might want it.
At what point does the artifice get lost, when it can be mass produced?...
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It was both jarrings and revolutionary at the same time -- that an idea like that could be realized, then converted to ceramic, stone, steel, gold -- you name it.
The art itself was as original -- just in any damn scale you might want it.
At what point does the artifice get lost, when it can be mass produced?...
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vixen:
I know... it kind of disturbs we what can be called art now a days. I mean... I guess ANYTHING could be art... but really? Really? I dunno...
Sitting here, I'm watching the victims of Katrina, and I'm just fascinated with how (and why) New Orleans will be restored.
At this point, with the city empty, isn't it a good time to ask whetherrestoring New Orleas is a good idea?
I mean, having a city below sea level next to three big bodies of water is sort of scary.
Perhaps spending five billion...
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At this point, with the city empty, isn't it a good time to ask whetherrestoring New Orleas is a good idea?
I mean, having a city below sea level next to three big bodies of water is sort of scary.
Perhaps spending five billion...
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damn.
As I watch the poor of New Orleans fester and starve, I wonder what in the hell the state and federal governments were doing for the past three days.
In nonsense (meaning me), I am doing well.
I'm considering an effect-altered picture of myself for the photo, but I am still toying with it -- mostly because I'm shy when it comes to the...
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As I watch the poor of New Orleans fester and starve, I wonder what in the hell the state and federal governments were doing for the past three days.
In nonsense (meaning me), I am doing well.
I'm considering an effect-altered picture of myself for the photo, but I am still toying with it -- mostly because I'm shy when it comes to the...
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noir:
I'm trying to do a fundraiser for the hurricane victims, but no one seems to be interested.
Yes, my picture is less than original.
But I'm thinking about a replacement.
E.E. Cummings
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses...
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But I'm thinking about a replacement.
E.E. Cummings
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses...
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reed_:
haha i took it away. perhaps i'll bring it back.
meow:
Try a picture of uh....I dunno...you? Ya know, its YOUR profile...not the Matrix...or Neo....or Agent Smith.....Mr. Anderson.....
reed_:
ooh you changed your name. i was like who is this!? it's yooou. angelina was hot with the blond dreads. she was even hot when she was dirty and crazy in girl interrupted.
vixen:
I LOVE ANGELINA!!!
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noir:
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noir:
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 12:06PM]
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 12:06PM]
I have had some extra time these last few days, and little, seemingly, to do with it.
Life is good though.
I hope yours is too.
E.E. Cummings
you asked me to come:it was raining a little,
and the spring;a clumsy brightness of air
wonderfully stumbled above the square,
little amorous-tadpole people wiggled
battered by stuttering pearl,
leaves jiggled
to the jigging fragrance of newness...
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Life is good though.
I hope yours is too.
E.E. Cummings
you asked me to come:it was raining a little,
and the spring;a clumsy brightness of air
wonderfully stumbled above the square,
little amorous-tadpole people wiggled
battered by stuttering pearl,
leaves jiggled
to the jigging fragrance of newness...
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noir:
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 12:13PM]
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 12:13PM]
noir:
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 12:13PM]
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 12:13PM]
e.e.cummings
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between...
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i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between...
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june:
Thank you
E.E. Cummings
the ivory performing rose
of you,worn upon my mind
all night,quitting only in the unkind
dawn its muscle amorous
pricks with minute odour these gross
days
when i think of you and do not live:
and the empty twilight cannot grieve
nor the autumn,as i grieve,faint for your face
O stay with me slightly. or until
with neat obscure obvious hands
Time stuff...
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the ivory performing rose
of you,worn upon my mind
all night,quitting only in the unkind
dawn its muscle amorous
pricks with minute odour these gross
days
when i think of you and do not live:
and the empty twilight cannot grieve
nor the autumn,as i grieve,faint for your face
O stay with me slightly. or until
with neat obscure obvious hands
Time stuff...
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reed_:
i like this one.
pskank:
I should read more. It just hurts.
pskank
pskank
have you ever missed someone you never met?
yeah, I'm feeling like that.
E.E. Cummings
a thing most new complete fragile intense,
which wholly trembling memory undertakes
-- your kiss, the little pushings of flesh, makes
my body sorry when the minute moon
is a remarkbale splinter in the quick
of twilight
. . . or if sunset utters one
unhurried muscled huge chrmoatic
fist...
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yeah, I'm feeling like that.
E.E. Cummings
a thing most new complete fragile intense,
which wholly trembling memory undertakes
-- your kiss, the little pushings of flesh, makes
my body sorry when the minute moon
is a remarkbale splinter in the quick
of twilight
. . . or if sunset utters one
unhurried muscled huge chrmoatic
fist...
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noir:
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noir:
[Edited on Aug 31, 2005 12:30AM]
[Edited on Aug 31, 2005 12:30AM]