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Jean...Peter which is it? Yur appearance seems to change with the name aswell! Lets call you the 'Chameleon'! Not only that Im also suspecting that you dont even reside in England but rather Texas! [the> dry< English air was the give away. Hah! ]

some boses are just grumpy

[Edited on Jan 10, 2005 10:59PM]

You should stay, I think. We'll love you even if you're crazy.

Well I've got a decade on you and that's kind of creepy...

At request I am leaving with as much tact as I can muster. I dunno what happens now.
It's been amazingly life changing. Thanks everyone! Sorry for being such a dork 24/7!

I hate the word tantrum


Watch out for JeanBaptista.com!!!!!!!!!

Cause when youre feeling so jaded
Hell I know youre frustrated, at me.
Well here I am now with a crisis of conscience
And I now you can convince me that its nonsense
Im not so sure so I hide away
Im too sick to communicate
I want to denunciate. It. All.
Sick to my stomach realising that this feeling isnt simply physical

I hate the world today
Fuck it all.
Why shy from our favourite fucking frown upon word?
Fuck you, her, him. And it all
Worse of all I mean it more so now then ever before.
You now it I know it, its like a big fucking joke
The secret you knew they were keeping,
That one fact of life. Youll never hear, when youre older, darling.

Until it consumes you
Engulfs and destroys
You hate, hate you
Are
And you are, part of this machine
You work to justify its demise
It is your life
You want to be on the payroll

You justify its no-longer-demise
Its growing and getting
Stronger.
Faster.
Fitter.
Healthier.
Richer and poorest
You feel worse est.

You cant even use grammar
Country grammar was the given.
Now its the taken.
Were forced to make up words or worse
Change meanings and metaphor.
Metamorphosis into something ugly
Not unlike the delicate flyers
That we all learnt were beautiful

Some people knew the secret
The delicate pattern of dust
The gift. Oh to fly:
And while we flew
Hiding in the clouds,
You knew.
You all knew.
Youd take it away

Someday.
Somehow
You have or will have by
Buy tomorrow
Farewell yesterday
Describing a week without the Sunday
Today theres no church
No lesson to be taught

Tomorrow will be schooling
In {(freedom of) thought
Expression and relief
We know its all inexpensive.
True. Thought would cost too much
We have our modern dictators, the hidden bureaucrats
They tell us what to wear, learn and say
That nature intends it this way.

Next year well have college
Not long a new job
Well be thankful for the labour
The loss of our love.
Only somewhere in the whole messy process
We forgot about the dove
The lost ones.
The one hisstory forgot.

If all decent men were named feminists and women also forgot
To remember to forget
How to care for their hair.
We would win the war
Were losing a battle and its an inside job
We sneer turn our heads
Feminism is dead.
So put on your stilettos

Stomp on through the glass floor or ceiling of your door
You dont have the strength to open it.
Or are you scared of pushing too far?
Dirtying that perfectly
Manicured, hand;
On its perfectly slimmed down wrist;
Of its perfectly toned body. Risk
Try again with a kiss.


Sian Steans

Oh yeah, my ego is enormous. Wanna do something about that?

I think it is you.

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is the lady moving?

Notes on Genius

In this country you don't hear a lot about them. This probably has something to do with class conflict but to me at the moment everything is about class conflict.

If I am a genius then I am the Libniz sort who forgets everthing and murders himself with his occupation.

I cannot think of a single recognised female genius outside of the entertainment industry... sg excluded, sg excluded.

American childrens's television seems to be full of little brainboxes. This is never the case with British productions. Here we are constantly trying to build up the self esteem of the disadvantaged, or they are presently on CITV and CBBC. Rude Boy is the only example that I can think of.

I am obsessed with the possibility of my own genius and I have serious delusions of granduer.

Where I live being a committed intellectual places you in such a minority that you might as well be a genius although I personally only know one adult genius.

What is the point in a genius? There is certainly no such thing as an evil genius. Therefore genius must be a kind of psychological condition. I would never, ever get a genius test score because of my SpLD.

My own definition of genius is someone [sic] who meets or completes a task or a purpose perfectly without instruction. The is a catch. See point about delusions of granduer.

Enough! We all know the rest.


It's time I went out to see the gang and do something inappropriate like listening to spoken word poetry at a party, which I shall do.

BTW Kelland, I'm not going to leave the safety of my journalm even for you, but if you ever see a poem of mine in waltz time you will know that it is your own. Lacy, I have already written you something but it's part of my epic and you would probably think it was offensive, afterall, happyness is overrated.


Peace

Yeah more than likely from lack of circulation! In reply to yur comment / question> I was more intrigued by the cross country skier in the background of that pic ! The rider in the foreground must have balls of brass to ride spread eagled like that! Ouch! ps. you were'nt being ignored. I actually had every intention of responding to one of yur previous journals concerning the media but that would have confirmed my limited narrow[political] focus in life.[dull eh?]

Hey didn't you know that oxygen was bad for you?