since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are...
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who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are...
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Pickle Belt
The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.
Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;
He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.
-Theodore Roethke
tonight is punk cabaret....
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The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.
Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;
He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.
-Theodore Roethke
tonight is punk cabaret....
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er:
you are funny
thank you for making me smile!
and smile i did, again, when looking at your virginity loss--at first glance it looks like you lost it to a girl and a man.
i was like...ummm..how?
thank you for making me smile!
and smile i did, again, when looking at your virginity loss--at first glance it looks like you lost it to a girl and a man.
i was like...ummm..how?
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed
Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
To lose herself in the complex melody
Or in the cunous life to be found in verse.
lt was not the primal red but rather grays
That spun the fine thread of her destiny,
For the nicest distinctions and all spent
In waverings, ambiguities, delays.
Lacking the nerve to tread...
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Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
To lose herself in the complex melody
Or in the cunous life to be found in verse.
lt was not the primal red but rather grays
That spun the fine thread of her destiny,
For the nicest distinctions and all spent
In waverings, ambiguities, delays.
Lacking the nerve to tread...
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whoozywhatzy:
hahaha. you must be a fan of merle haggard.
whoozywhatzy:
hahah. you must be a fan of merle haggard.
but waaiiiittttttttttt.............you're a volkswagen co-pilot....???
talk to me..........
but waaiiiittttttttttt.............you're a volkswagen co-pilot....???
talk to me..........
Puedo escribir los versos ms tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche est estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos ms tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambin me quiso.
En las noches como sta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La bes tantas...
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Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche est estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos ms tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambin me quiso.
En las noches como sta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La bes tantas...
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All he sees are death masked stars
The lion's world is cold and sharp
All he wants is much too far
He stalks the roads of token cars-
He snarls at winds that mean no harm
And takes the thorns in perfect form
A broken ideal rides inside the torture
lion's denim hide
I want the lion's share
Gather up the broken chairs
Feed my...
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The lion's world is cold and sharp
All he wants is much too far
He stalks the roads of token cars-
He snarls at winds that mean no harm
And takes the thorns in perfect form
A broken ideal rides inside the torture
lion's denim hide
I want the lion's share
Gather up the broken chairs
Feed my...
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This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-William Carlos Williams
anybody ever heard of a band called dame fate? me either. apparently in the nyc hipster circles that earns me ten demerits. i fuckin' hate indie rock hubris. and...
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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-William Carlos Williams
anybody ever heard of a band called dame fate? me either. apparently in the nyc hipster circles that earns me ten demerits. i fuckin' hate indie rock hubris. and...
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lilith:
Oh man, that picture of Moz is crazy! I can't believe how old he looks. My mouth dropped as his face burned a whole in my mind- Insane.
I so agree with what you are saying in your journal. Everyone is just so god-damn 'scene' these days.
I so agree with what you are saying in your journal. Everyone is just so god-damn 'scene' these days.
When I was a young boy, my momma she said to me:
There's only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti
Or maybe in the Bahamas
where the Caribbean sea is blue
Weepin' away in the tropical night
because nobody's told her 'bout you
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
just to find...
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There's only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti
Or maybe in the Bahamas
where the Caribbean sea is blue
Weepin' away in the tropical night
because nobody's told her 'bout you
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
just to find...
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Passage
More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
-Octavio Paz
last night i had a hero reveal himself to be a fucking leech. and then today i was reminded of just how much of a jerk i can be. sometimes it is utterly satanic how evil us homo sapiens is.
man i need...
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More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
-Octavio Paz
last night i had a hero reveal himself to be a fucking leech. and then today i was reminded of just how much of a jerk i can be. sometimes it is utterly satanic how evil us homo sapiens is.
man i need...
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Early in the Morning
While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher's ink.
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair....
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While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher's ink.
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair....
Read More
one of my favorites:
Me gustas cuando callas
Me gustas cuando callas porque ests como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas estn llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma ma.
Mariposa de sueo, te...
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Me gustas cuando callas
Me gustas cuando callas porque ests como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas estn llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma ma.
Mariposa de sueo, te...
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and although is sounds like that punk cabaret thing blew ass, any chance to hear minutemen in a public place amounts to at least a semi-good night for me.
it's true.
feel better soon.