Saturday Jun 11, 2005

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We've recently had a hotter than hot spell, and the rain just lowered the temperature at least 20, if not 30 degrees.

90 precent humidity and 90 degrees is just unbearable.

Here's another poem I like:

E.E. Cummings
You are tired

You are tired
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me then
And we'll leave it far and far away-
(Only you and I understand!)

You have played
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break and-
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows
And if you like
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble the moon
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream
Until I find the Only Flower
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
noir:
You're absolutely right. I am tired. I'm fucking exhausted. I no longer need a gym membership. Holy fuck.

I think '[place of employment]' is actually code for 'Seventh Circle'. Now I'm putting that book on my wishlist.

[Edited on Jun 12, 2005 1:33AM]
noir:
Hit 'reload'. It just does that sometimes. Although, that's not why I brought it up. It wasn't a hint or anything. I mostly just add stuff to remind myself that I want it. Then, one day, my hours in hell will pay off and I can buy me something.

I really want those books by Mellick. Understandably, the libraries don't have them.

The only thing going well is the crush on the coworker. Nothing will develop from it, but I've been living crush to crush my entire life. I guess I'm happy enough with that.

*Edit: Type much?

[Edited on Jun 12, 2005 1:34AM]

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