from my younger years:
(ironically from before I lost anybody to H)
Queen of Swords
Below the dragon guards
His fires, and torments
Outside the dark reigns
The Queen of night bows her head
Crystal shards imbed the earth
Night flyers rattle the bars
The darkness pierced by cold fires
In the hills, blackened
We worship a blue-black
Screaming to gods profane
With blood on gold
The minions of the night flock to our fall
Numbers that blacken the sky
They coat us
To draw the sacrifice
Beneath the cold moon
Looking down on us with blackened eyes
She needs her heroin to fight the blackness
Blue-black bruise
Unfolds on pale skin
The night eats us with a thousand needles
The queen of night reaches down
And fills us with her light
Where we wasp upwards
And join the ranks of pale lights
Rust
Zipper faced people
with stuffed busts
stuffed crotches
wait at the docks
stand and wait
for a sea of blood to blow in
Carrying seagulls
with steamshovel heads
razorblade wings
washing sea things
that die on the beach
of tar
thrashing chain tentacles
rolling glass eyes
angels with great scissors
wail at them
nervously gnawing at the rotting iron
of the dock
above the noise
of grinding steel
they chatter like primates
with painted faces
blood red lips
spewing forth sounds
unlike speech
like nothing
overcomplaining
over euphoric
overriding
overflattering
playing the game of sex
with themselves,
and the world
their copper nails
rattling in the breeze
watching dry bone skin
twitch
with the stench of life
flowing from rotted white lips
blood filled staring eyes
that is the mark
of disaster
of difference
dying flesh
in a land of rust
me about 5 years ago?
fuck you im ded
college:
while i was looking through my old photos and writing i found a pic of my dead friend eric, very sad, i don't think i will put his photo up today, too many memories, eric died at least 6-7 years ago of dirty needles and dirty dicks, he had become a speed addict, now he will never play the piano again. please don't leave comments about eric, just the other stuff, keep your friends off drugs.
(ironically from before I lost anybody to H)
Queen of Swords
Below the dragon guards
His fires, and torments
Outside the dark reigns
The Queen of night bows her head
Crystal shards imbed the earth
Night flyers rattle the bars
The darkness pierced by cold fires
In the hills, blackened
We worship a blue-black
Screaming to gods profane
With blood on gold
The minions of the night flock to our fall
Numbers that blacken the sky
They coat us
To draw the sacrifice
Beneath the cold moon
Looking down on us with blackened eyes
She needs her heroin to fight the blackness
Blue-black bruise
Unfolds on pale skin
The night eats us with a thousand needles
The queen of night reaches down
And fills us with her light
Where we wasp upwards
And join the ranks of pale lights
Rust
Zipper faced people
with stuffed busts
stuffed crotches
wait at the docks
stand and wait
for a sea of blood to blow in
Carrying seagulls
with steamshovel heads
razorblade wings
washing sea things
that die on the beach
of tar
thrashing chain tentacles
rolling glass eyes
angels with great scissors
wail at them
nervously gnawing at the rotting iron
of the dock
above the noise
of grinding steel
they chatter like primates
with painted faces
blood red lips
spewing forth sounds
unlike speech
like nothing
overcomplaining
over euphoric
overriding
overflattering
playing the game of sex
with themselves,
and the world
their copper nails
rattling in the breeze
watching dry bone skin
twitch
with the stench of life
flowing from rotted white lips
blood filled staring eyes
that is the mark
of disaster
of difference
dying flesh
in a land of rust
me about 5 years ago?
fuck you im ded
college:
while i was looking through my old photos and writing i found a pic of my dead friend eric, very sad, i don't think i will put his photo up today, too many memories, eric died at least 6-7 years ago of dirty needles and dirty dicks, he had become a speed addict, now he will never play the piano again. please don't leave comments about eric, just the other stuff, keep your friends off drugs.
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I know they have a shelf life, But we will be using them in the next 5 years. I know some hybrids will reproduce, but many are sterile, and you have to keep crossing with the original progenitor to get the same results: f2 plants will be completely different from f1 by definition, and they're not good to breed your own varieties because you don't know what you'll get. Hybrid seeds are typically bred for commercial purposes, assuming the use of fertilisers and pesticides, to yield fruit all at once, ease of mechanical-picking etc. I'm not an idiot
And while I do believe "liberal greens" as you call them tend to exaggerate things, there are definitely problems with the way things are being done. It's a delicate issue. There is definitely a limited supply, especially if something happens that causes people to start hoarding.
[Edited on Apr 24, 2005 2:35PM]
I got all sorts of stuff, mostly stuff to grow further north: peas, lettuces, broccoli, kale, spinach, cabbage, brussel sprouts, some native varieties like miner's lettuce..